chappy tres: well the job's nice...


" Like you knew this whole time, Green." Blue retorted.

" I did. So did Yellow. And Mustache. Even Prince. I've known him since he was 17."

" Whatever, So i know Pink's 21, so how old are you, Ripp?" Blue asked, leaning over the counter.

" 24. Why?" he grabbed a notepad from under the counter, and started scribbling something down.

" Just askin'." Blue leaned back in his chair.

Shiro clicked his tongue. " Hey, Pidge."

Pidge perked up. " Hey, Shirogane. Wassup?"

" What's 1934 divided by three?"

Pidge looked up. " Um, 644.7"

" K thanks." Shiro directed his attention to Allura. " You and Coran owe me that much. "

" You can't be serious. That much?" Allura pouted.

" Oh I'm serious. Now, what's the apartment complexes number?" Shiro asked.

Allura took out her phone. " Here, i have it somewhere on here." she handed it to Shiro.

Shiro found the number and scribbled that down, handing back her phone. Matt looked confused. " What are you doing that for?"

" Well, i have a job to do, don't i? Might as well multitask." Shiro spun over to a girl at the other side of the bar, and slid a martini down to her. " I would say i'm doing good so far." he said when he got back to the group.

" A much better damn job than Rolo, that's for sure. He doesn't give me my vodka." Red nodded, sliding the empty glass back to Shiro, who took it and cleaned it out.

" Chica, you don't need vodka every day." Blue chided.

" Yes, i do, Amore." Red argued.

Shiro shrugged. " It really isn't that bad. But if you make it an addiction, that's worse." he knew from experience, Pidge had become a coffee addict from having it everyday, and her sodium levels got crazy, but eventually Matt, Allura, and Shiro dragged her away from it.

" Like with coffee! You don't need coffee everyday, or you get as Short as Pidge!" Blue said as if he read Shiro's thoughts.

Said Pidge grunted. " I'm five two, Blue."

" And I'm six one! And he's almost as short as youuuu!" Blue accused.

" I'm five six, Amore. I'm not that short." Red countered.

" Yuhhuh, whatever Chica. How tall are ya, Mullido?" Blue turned his attention to Shiro.

" What's that mean?" Shiro asked, referring to the Spanish word, and ripping off the notepad paper, then folding it into a nice square.

" Just answer the question, por favor."

Shiro had to think. It had been a few years since he was last measured so... " Hmm... six three, i think."

" No fair! It's only because you're older, Mullido. I'm 22. BUT I WILL BE TALLER ONE DAY, I SWEAR." Blue pumped a fist in the air, making the others laugh.

" Okay but seriously, what does... Moo-yee-do mean?" Shiro mentally facepalmed at the bad pronunciation.

" Tsk tsk tsk, no no gotta let it roll of your tongue. Mullido. See?" Blue said like he was teaching a kindergardener.

" Mullid...o. Whatever, what does it mean?" Shiro shuffled his paper square around.

Red snorted. " It means he's calling ya-"

Blue lunged at Red, in attempt to shut him up. " CHICA! NO! ¡No puedes decirle que lo estoy llamando Mullido! It's a secret!"

Red pushed the other boy off of him. " Whatever. What time is it?"

Matt looked at their phone. " Closing time."


Once everybody that didn't work at the club were out, Rolo told Shiro to take inventory, so that's what he was doing, taking inventory, waiting for his sister and friends who were upstairs, practicing some things.

Shiro was multitasking again, though, wiping the counter down again and counting the number of bottles. He left his folded piece of paper on the counter, for purposes.

Blue and Red were coming along, chatting withe eachother. The stopped at the bar and Blue smiled widely at Shiro. " They makin' ya do everything?"

" Well I'm apparently better at it." Shiro beamed back, hanging the rag and closing the stock door. He moved over to face the two boys, fiddling with his paper.

Red nodded. " Mind getting-"

But Shiro was already on it, grabbing the vodka bottle and a shot glass, then sliding the shot to Red. A smile played on Red's mouth. " You're amazing." he muttered, throwing it down.

" And I'm not? Chica, what's gotten into ya?" Blue knocked on Red's skull, his blue eyes twinkling.

" Amore, I'm fine. I don't see ya lettin' me have my shots, though. Or getting them." Red set the empty glass down.

Shiro chuckled, rinsing the glass. Blue pretended to be offended. " I don't see him making $134 everyday!" Shiro held up his tips jar.

" $135.32. Hmm." He smiled lightly.

" Well, don't go giving my boyfriend anymore vodka, would ya, Mullido? He's startin' to like you more than me, that's not beuno. Chica, no more."

Red crossed his arms. " I do not like him more. He just gives me my drink. My drink makes me happy."

" Your drink makes you drunk, Chica," Blue laughed, then turned back to Shiro. " By the way, we never caught your name..."

" Takashi Shirogane. But i go by Shiro." He held out his right arm, which took Blue aback.

" Robot arm? Cool." Blue shook his hand. " I'm Lance McClain. That's Keith Kogane."

Keith nodded.

Shiro smiled. " Nice to meet you guys, anyways."

Allura walked past. " C'mon Shiro! Space is gonna wreck the place if we don't get home to feed her and her kids! Coran, Hurry up!"

Keith looked quizzically at Shiro. " Who's Space?"

" My cat. She just had kittens yesterday. But, I'll see you guys tomorrow, i guess. Bye!" Shiro grabbed his paper and rushed out of the bar, following Allura, briefly brushing against Lance's arm.

" Bye." Kieth shrugged.


" Keith?"

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" Keithy?"

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" Red?"

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" Rojo?"

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" Chica?"

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" Babe."

...

" Baaaaaabe!"

" Goddamnit, what?" Keith turned his head towards Lance, rolling his eyes.

" Why are you mad, Chica?" Lance asked, noticing his boyfriend's red face. Lance stood up from the couch and walked over to Keith who was sitting on the kitchen counter.

" 'm not mad." Keith looked away.

" Yes you are. What'd i do?" Lance cupped Keith's face, forcing him to look. Truth was, he knew perfectly well what he did.

" You used too much Spanish." Keith pouted, as if that explained it all.

" I love you, Chica. You, and always you." He kissed Keith lightly, and smiled.

" I love you too, just..." Keith sighed. " Sometimes it seems like you like other people too, Lance."

Lance was confused, but not really. " Why?"

Keith sighed again. " You know you use too much Spanish around people you're attracted to, right?"

" Yeah..." he nodded slowly.

" Okay... so, i have something to tell you, but you have to promise not to like, get mad. Because, it's possible to like multiple people, right?"

" Yeah... Chica what's-"

" Shh. Okay, so,...

i...

um...

I think i may be attracted to Shiro."

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...

...

" Wait babe seriously?"

" Um..."

" Like, for real?"

" Uh,"

" Because, damnit i couldn't stop thinking about the guy!" Lance smiled, embracing Keith in a hug.

" So, no anger?"

" None."

" But i just said-"

" I know. You wanna know something?"

" What?"

" I like him too."

" so..."

" yep."

" Is that why you called him Fluffy?"

" Yes, Chica."

" Mmkay."

" Heh. Chica and Mullido."

" Ti Amo, Mi Amore."

" Te Amo."