Grumbling, Keith gave in and joined Caspian in the backseat.
"Is it really that bad sitting with me?" Caspian teased, taking his drink from Lake, who handed it over from the front seat.
Keith relaxed against the seat at Caspian's casual approach to the situation. "No, you wouldn't steal my seat," He said loudly enough for Lake to hear.
His tone was light, already over the initial surprise and now playing along.
Lake pretended not to hear him from the passenger seat, giving Peter directions to his apartment.
He tentatively tried the drink he got, closing his eyes briefly.
He didn't at all like how it felt like a mouthful of Mafia King Davian, and Caspian had gotten him a large cup, too.
"Want to swap drinks?" He turned around to ask Keith.
The Beta gave him a suspicious look, and Lake couldn't say why. Maybe witnessing how familiar they were with Caspian made it easier to close the distance.
