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it’s five o’clock somewhere by soulreapin

1/1, 8.1k, klance, teen&up for swearing

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summary: A sigh heaves out of Lance’s mouth and he props his elbows onto the counter before dropping his forehead into his hands. “Romelle. Bartender. We’ve been on the same shift for over a year.”

The bartender doesn’t say anything, contemplating. “Oh, she quit.”

“She quit?” Lance repeats, peeling his head from his hands and squinting at the bartender.

Now that they’re closer, Lance can see that there’s a faint scar on the bartender’s otherwise unmarred face, running from his jawline to the right side of his nose. His eyes are, like, forty different colors and Lance cannot tell for the life of him which one takes the lead, so he decides on a blackish-purple. They hide behind thick lashes and offer a no-nonsense look. “Yup. Quit two weeks ago. Don’t you work here? Why are you sitting at my bar?”

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It doesn’t take long for Keith to arrive at the piano bench, unfolding his arms and pulling it out with both hands. He sits down, hair bouncing, and lifts the cover from the piano keys. Reverently, Keith’s fingers hover over black and ivory like a sinner kneeling at the pulpit.

Nobody moves, thinks, or breathes, they give the entire space that they take up to Keith. His bare fingers touch down on the keys and never stop moving.

or, lance is at keith’s piano concert in an attempt to do Literally Anything.

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