[Lance has had the champagne, because of course he has. And he's still so unbelievably happy Hunk is here. Even though he kinda hoped he wouldn't sow up since Deerington is a shitshow, he still really missed him a lot. And Lance is already prone to trouble and impulsive idiot behavior as it is, so this bubbly drink definitely has him thinking some crazy things.
But right now, Hunk looks like he's not having a good time, and that is so not what Lance wants. He wants his best friend to be happy too! This is almost like those times he'd drag him out after curfew to go clubbing...]
Oh yeah! I'm sure it's gotta be around here somewhere. [Lance gets up on his tippy toes to try and see over the crowd, squinting and shielding his eyes against a nonexistent sun and using Hunk's shoulder as a support. Then he looks at his friend, getting a burst of inspiration.] Hey, let me get on your shoulders, big guy.
[Aaaand he's already starting to climb up before he gets an affirmative.]
party~!
But right now, Hunk looks like he's not having a good time, and that is so not what Lance wants. He wants his best friend to be happy too! This is almost like those times he'd drag him out after curfew to go clubbing...]
Oh yeah! I'm sure it's gotta be around here somewhere. [Lance gets up on his tippy toes to try and see over the crowd, squinting and shielding his eyes against a nonexistent sun and using Hunk's shoulder as a support. Then he looks at his friend, getting a burst of inspiration.] Hey, let me get on your shoulders, big guy.
[Aaaand he's already starting to climb up before he gets an affirmative.]