chapter ten: five hangovers?
Lance woke up with his vision blurry, and tried to move, but there was something on him. More like someone...
The Latino gasped quietly when he saw a very certain mullet laying there snuggled into his chest, softly snoring.
He looked down to see Allura and Shiro cuddled together on the floor in a sitting position, their backs leaning against a few pillows by a wall. Someone was moving in the kitchen...
" Hunk!" Lance yelled in relief. Keith mumbled " Shaddup" under his breath and shifted his nose further into the crook of Lance's neck, making the blue-eyed boy blush madly.
The big guy turned around, and chuckled softly. " You comfortable enough, buddy?"
" Um, N-No!" Lance said in a hushed tone, immediately stuttering. " He j-just told m-me to shaddup! I swear i-if Pidge sees-"
Hunk held up a hand. " No need to worry. Pidge is in your bed, they've got a bad hangover and refuses to move. I'm making some breakfast."
Lance waggled his eyebrows. " And where's Shaaaaay?"
" My room. She fell asleep fast." Hunk turned back to his frying pan.
" Did you s-sleep with heeeeer?" Lance teased.
Hunk laughed. " Are you sure you don't have a hangover too? You seem to be in over your head."
" Oh, no." Lance shifted uncomfortably under Keith's weight. " I t-think you and I w-were the only ones w-w-who didn't have a-alcohol."
" Even Shiro? Man, that must suck. Do i have to deal with five hangovers now?" Hunk whined.
" I'll h-help a man if y-you help a m-m-man," Lance gestured to the mullet. " P-Please."
" Just wake him up, dude." Hunk offered.
Lance hissed. " I can't d-do that! He wont even r-re-remember last night so i-i-it'll probably f-freak him out. Y'know, i t-think he was f-full blown wasted."
Hunk sighed. " Well, what happened last night then?" he asked as he took some Lance sized pillows from the couch and held them beside Lance.
Lance, getting the plan, answered with, " Well, he k-kinda just..." and he slid out from underneath Keith, Hunk moving quick into action and replacing Lance with the pillows. Keith moved again, but seemed to still be asleep.
" Yeah?" hunk asked, going back o the stove.
Lance followed. " He um..." he took a deep breath. " he k-kissed me."
Hunk whipped around in surprise. " Wait really?"
" Uh, yeah." the awkward teen scratched the back of his neck.
" Dude, that is- no way. Haven't you been crushing on him ever since Shiro started talking about him?" Hunk chuckled again.
" S-Shut up! You dick! He could b-b-be listening! It's called the s-subconscious." Lance shoved Hunk.
" Oh, go make sure Pidge is ok." Hunk ordered, and Lance did as told. He opened his door to his room, and found Pidge leaning over Lance's bed.
" Pidgeooon!" He called, and Pidge's head turned to face him so slowly it was creepy.
" Whaaaaaaaaat Laaaaaaaaanccccce?" Pidge flopped over so their head was hanging off the edge of the bed.
Lance chuckled. " Do you even r-remember last night?"
Pidge hung their mouth open. " nooooo... wait, you had a party... Oh! It's 2018? I'm starting the New Year with a hangover?! Pidge doesn't get hangovers! This is your fucking fault!" they pointed a finger at Lance.
The Latino shrugged innocently. " Um, no? Just because there's some tequila doesn't meant you have to drink it." He was glad his stutter was gone though.
" Just because there's some vodka doesn't mean you have to drink it." Pidge retorted.
" A little vodka never hurt." He laughed and walked over to sit on the bed next to Pidge. " But you're not the only one with a hangover."
Pidge groaned. " Hunk?"
" Nope."
" Shay?"
" Yup."
" Oh wow. Allura?"
" Yep."
" Really? Shiro?"
" Yesss."
" What?! Keith?"
" Most definitely." Lance nodded.
" Expected that one. You can wave a mystery drink in front of that guy and he wont care." Pidge rolled back over and sat with their legs dangling off the mattress.
Lance raised an eyebrow and smirked. " How much do you think he drank?"
Pidge shrugged. " Uh, no telling, really. How many plastic cups did he have?"
" From what i saw, like, 9. A lot." Lance said.
Pidge sucked in a sharp breath. " Ouch. His head is gonna hurt like hell. Even worse than mine."
" Well how much did you have?"
" Four cups. Never more." Pidge said matter-of-fact-ly.
Lance huffed out a " Huh" and stood up again. " Well,Hunk is making breakfast, and we have to deal with four more hangovers, so, you're gonna help."
The younger whined. " why meeeeee?"
" Because, you're less hung over. I think even Shiro was more drunk." Lance went back to the Kitchen, Pidge following.
" Aha! You got them to move!" Hunk smiled, setting out seven plates around the table.
" Turns out they're perfectly fine." Lance smirked.
" No, I'm not. My head hurts." Pidge turned to a cabinet, trying to reach it, but failing.
Lance chuckled. " You need help there, Pidgeon?"
Pidge pouted. " Not everyone has Four feet tall legs."
The blue-eyed boy opened the cabinet and grabbed the Tylenol, handing it to the smaller. " 3' 9." he corrected.
" Why do you measure your legs?" Hunk asked.
" Because. My legs are special." Lance said casually.
" How tall are you anyways?" Pidge got out a glass and filled it with tap water, throwing Tylenol in their mouth then drinking the water.
Lance thought. " If i remember right, about Five Eleven. Almost Six foot."
" Damn. I'm five one." Pidge whistled.
" Tell me, Pidge," Hunk started.
" Hmm?"
" Does Keith like his omelet with spice?" he asked.
Pidge nodded. " If it's not spicy and it's not cereal or chocolate, he's not eating it. I tried to get him to eat a banana once, he smashed it in my hair."
Lance snorted. " What? Man, he's weird."
Hunk raised an eyebrow. " You're one to talk." He set omelet on every plate, each portion seeming different.
" S-Shut up Hunk!" Lance threw his hands up. " F-fuck! Ugh, t-this is y-your f-f-f... fuuuuck! Your fault-t." He pointed to his throat.
" Omg your stutter is so damn adorable. But that means something's up." Pidge looked at Lance questioningly.
" It's n-nothing. We should probably wake up the others." Lance moved towards Allura and Shiro. " WAKE UP LOVE BIRDS! WE GOT BREEEAAAKFAST!" he yelled in their faces.
Allura's eyes fluttered open, and she screamed. " Where am i?" She asked.
" My house. You and Shiro had quite the night." Lance smirked.
She screamed again, waking up Shiro, who jumped away. " Come on guys, breakfast's ready." Lance laughed.
" Hunk, go get Shay, Pidge, you're on Keith duty." Lance ordered. Hunk went to his room and came out carrying Shay bridal style, setting her down into a chair. The two laughed together.
Pidge wasn't as sweet. They walked over to the couch, and yelled, " CANNONBALL!" Before jumping on top of Keith, who gurgled and then screamed so loud Lance thought his ears were gonna explode.
" PIDGE GODDAMNIT!" Keith yelled, pushing Pidge off him. " Ughnn... why does my head hurt so bad?"
" Welcome to my world," Pidge spread their hands. " It's called a hangover, sweetie."
Keith lolled his head back, groaning. " Fuuuuuuuck."
" Don't worry buddy, there's four other people with hangovers too, now get up, there's some breakfast." Lance laughed.
" I dunt wanna mooove. Your couch is soft." Keith complained.
Lance facepalmed. He moved over next to Keith and slung him over his shoulders, moving towards the kitchen table. " Pidge, you suck at Keith duty."
" I know." Pidge smirked.