Keith hates parties. Well, he usually hated parties. This one was- well, to be honest, it was just as bad as other parties. Keith hated it. At least it was just with the other paladins and Coran. No local aliens, but that didn't make it much better.

Keith was sitting alone, thinking about how terrible this party (and all other parties) was.
"Yo!" Lance cheered from a staircase. "Who wants to watch me strip on the staircase? Keith? Pidge? Any takers?"
Keith's head shot up. Maybe parties weren't so bad after all.

Lance started clumsily dancing and taking off his shirt.
"Woohoo!" Keith cheered.
"Nope!" Shiro yelled. "Absolutely not! You've had too much nunvil!"

Shiro walked over and picked up Lance. He carried him to his room and locked him inside.
"Noooo. Shiro. Let me fulfill my destiny and become a stripper."

Shiro sighed sadly. This is what he left Adam for. This is what he left Earth for. He shook his head at himself as Lance screamed through the door.