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au where lance is a tv show magician who does hidden camera stuff and keith is the unsuspecting victim to a blind date

lance: hey! you must be keith 🙂

keith: yeah. lance, was it?

lance: correcto. i’m gonna order a drink, do you want anything?

keith: yeah, maybe an ice blended caramel macchiato–

lance, folding the menu and placing an empty glass under it: alright 🙂

keith: what are you doing?–

lance, pouring out ice blended caramel macchiato from the menu, somehow, into the glass: getting your coffee 🙂

keith:

lance, pushing a filled up glass to keith: here you go 🙂

keith:

keith:

keith: what the fuck

keith: i’m in one of those magic tv shows aren’t i

lance: yeah, you okay with that?

keith: definitely. i need a straw though

lance, pulling one out from behind his hands: gotcha covered

keith, somehow already completely used to this tomfoolery: is that sanitary

lance: so…. keith. while we wait for our food…. what’s your favorite color?

keith: red, you?

lance: blue, haha. funny though, i actually got a red tattoo on my shoulder

keith: could’ve gotten it from anywhere

lance: well, true but–

lance, pulling up flannel to reveal a red and blue heart with the word keith on it, arrow piercing it: you get the gist 😉

keith, lowkey swooning: for fuck’s sake

keith: ah, damn, they ran out of sugar

lance: oh i’ll get that for you

lance, covering the salt shaker and rubbing on the glass: it’s sugar now, try it

keith: lance that is very sweet of you no pun intended but can you actually? change it back?

lance: lmao no i haven’t learnt how to yet

keith, when food arrives: ah, the waiter didn’t gimme a spoon–

lance: waving his hand in front of keith and producing a fork and a knife: here you go

keith: clean ones, lance.

lance, waving his hand, knife and fork disappears: 😦

keith: you’re not gonna order anything?

lance: nah

lance, picking up a ceramic plate: i love the cronch

keith, staring in horror as lance starts eating the plate: what the fuck did i get myself into

lance: are you impressed by my tricks yet?

keith: do one more and maybe i’ll consider

lance, grinning: okay. check under your arm

keith, checking under his arm:

keith, eyes widening as he sees lance’s phone number:

keith, looking up with a flushed face:

lance: 😉

keith, exploding into a flustered mess: holy fuck

keith: okay, you may be the magician here, but i’ve got one trick guaranteed to blow your mind.

lance: oh? make me swoon, pretty boy.

keith, making direct eye contact with lance, plopping a cherry stalk into his mouth:

keith, exactly three seconds later, sticking his tongue out to reveal a perfectly tied butterfly ribbon:

keith, placing the stalk on the plate cooly: how’s that, hot stuff? 😉

lance: f u c k

lance, rubbing the back of his neck: so… good date?

keith, smiling: definitely one of the best.

lance: okay. alright. one more trick before i leave?

keith: sure

lance: poof. you got another date now.

keith: wha–

lance: second date? if you want

keith:

lance:

lance: ah, never mind, dumb question–

keith, pulling lance close with a giddy grin: you’re a convincing magician