best of greys - winning a battle, losing the war I’ve been wondering to myself, why are you so hell bent on getting me to go out with you? You know you’re my boss, you know it’s against the rules, you know I keep saying no. It’s the chase.
“Hey, mullet man, what’s your name?” “Uh—Keith.” “Keith, let’s go, you’re gonna be my dummy for today.” Lance grins, hands gripping Keith’s wrists and pulling him out onto the ice. “What—no! Hey!” Keith complains immediately, legs wobbling from side to side as he’s led further onto the ice, “Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it. “Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions. “Should I?” “No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?” “No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and then his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance. Lance’s chest is rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.” “Technically, we are on land.” “We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”