sorry its a day late yall, the thing known as school is killin us here in creative town.
Summary: Siblings… if you can’t beat ‘em, embarrass the shit outta ‘em
WC: 100,140 (yeah buddy we broke 100k xD)
“Um… Hey, Lotor?” Lance said weakly, worrying his lip between his teeth as Lotor turned around, and acknowledged the fact that an underaged boy was standing behind Lance.
“Hey, what’s up?” he said, trying hard to look past that detail.
“Would it be cool if my brother hangs around out here tonight? Or maybe in your office?” Lance asked, and the guilt on his face was enough to make Lotor think twice about saying no. It was obvious that Lance knew that this was crossing a line.
Lotor tipped his head to the side, and when his eyes fell on Julian, Julian perked up and tried to straighten himself into looking older than he was.
“How old are you, kid?” he asked.
“Eighteen.”
“You know this is a twenty-one plus club, right?” Lotor said, and looked pointedly at Lance.
“I know, but—he can’t go back to his dorm, and I’d rather not leave him alone in my apartment,” Lance insisted. “He can just hang out in your office or something—he doesn’t need to be out here.”
“Narti’s up there right now taking a nap,” Lotor said, looking down at his hand to pick at a hangnail. “So he can stay out here for now.”
Lance was so surprised by the agreement that his jaw dropped and he made eye contact with Shiro, who just emerged from the backroom. Shiro made an alarmed expression, hand on his chest. Lance turned to stare at Lotor again, who seemed more or less amused by the shock.
“Claim a spot, kid—just none of the tables because we have reservations,” Lotor said, gesturing to the bar. “And I’ll allow one alcoholic beverage but that’s it .”
“Yes, sir. Thank you,” Julian said, practically bowing as Lotor sauntered off and disappeared between the stained glass archways.
Lance turned back to Julian with a surprised laugh. “Well. That went better than expected. You heard the man—take a seat.”
“Preferably at the end of the bar,” Shiro put in, patting his hand in front of the spot he wished Julian to take.
Julian walked over, and Lance followed close behind. “So… is this, like, a stripclub? Do you… work in a stripclub?” Julian asked, his voice clearly unimpressed.
The back door swung open, and an offended-looking Alfor stood there. “Honey, no, this is a burlesque club. Watch your mouth,” he said, and walked off.
“Burlesque as in… the movie?”
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