Pairings: Pidgance, Kallura, Hunay, Shiro/OC, Matt/OC

Well here's my second Voltron fic. This one has multiple pairings, as seen by the list above. Not much else to say but REVIEW and enjoy! :)

~Pickles

Lance sst down heavily on one of the bar stools. It had been a long, busy night. But what would you expect, working at one of the city's finest bars, at least according to the article in the newspaper. Lance rarely got tired of showing off his tricks but his enthusiasm had dwindled about an hour ago. Hunk came back from locking the door to the Legendary Lion and took a seat at the closest table to the bar. Keith was sitting next to him, in the process of downing his drink.

"We better would've made a lot tonight," Allura commented from behind the bar. She placed a clean glass away before leaning on her elbows on the counter. "My wrist hurts from pouring so many drinks."

Lance, Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all mumbled in agreement. Pidge, from her stool next to Lance was the first to reply. "It seems as though all the sad single people were out tonight trying to drown their sorrows with alcohol. Keith cut the one guy off so he startled stuffing his face with onion rings," she commented, taking a glug of her drink.

"I probably should've cut him off sooner," Keith responded, moving to go clean his glass.

Shiro appeared from the hall that lead to his office. He had a proud smile on his face. "Great job everyone! Tonight was our biggest income from the past month!" he informed.

"Does this mean we get a pay raise?" Hunk questioned, tossing the keys to the manager.

"Unfortunately no," Shiro replied, catching the keys. He placed them in his pocket as he continued. "But Mrs. Cosmo will be very pleased."

"Wouldn't want to disappoint Mrs. Cosmo," Lance said sarcastically, earning smiles from his coworkers. Though it was true that they didn't want to disappoint their boss, the friends liked to poke fun at her frequent mood swings. One minute she'd be complimenting Pidge for cleaning a table so well and the next he'd be yelling at one of the bar tenders for not placing a bottle with the name facing outwards.

Keith took everyone's emptying glasses and washed them swiftly with ease while everyone talked about coming in early tomorrow decorate for Halloween.

Lance loved living with Hunk for many reasons, one of them being smelling bacon every morning. The brown haired man cheerily appeared in the living room from the hall where the bedrooms were. He was deffinately the most perky in the morning. "Good morning!" he greeted his roommates. Keith, who was reading an article in the paper about a recent archeological discovery, merely nodded but Hunk happily presented Lance with a plate full of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. Lance licked his lips and sat across from Keith.

"We smell bacon," Pidge declared, throwing open the door. She, Allura, and Shay came half skipping into the apartment and over to the kitchen area.

"Goooood morning, ladies," Hunk greeted, handing each a plate.

"Hunk, I don't know how you do it but you never seem to make a bad meal," Shay complemented as the girls fixed their plants and took seats at the table.

Hunk blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you, Shay."

Lance was about to make a snide comment about Hunk and Shay when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller id before answering. "Hey Shiro," he greeted, stuffing a strip of bacon in his mouth. The others could hear Shiro on the other side of the line but they couldn't make out what he was saying. Lance's eyes grew wide with shock. "We'll be there in a second," he declared before hanging up. "Shiro says the bar was robbed."

By the time Keith, Hunk, Lance, Allura, Shay, and Pidge got to the Legendary Lion, the cops had taped off a broken window, set up yellow tape, and taken inventory of what was stolen. Hunk and Shay went over to the chief who was talking to Shiro. Shay was an attorney so she knew a thing or two about the law, charges, and procedures. Allura, Keith, and Lance went to investigate the inside of the bar and Pidge went to talk to Matt who was silenting observing the building from afar.

"Putting your detective skills to work I see," Pidge commented as she approached her brother.

He didn't turn his gaze from the building but smiled. "Well it is my job," he replied.

Pidge stood next to him, observing the building in her own way. "And what has the Great Detective Holt figured out?" she asked playfully before continuing more serious. "From what I heard it was just a lame robbery."

"I don't think it was," Matt informed, looking down at his sister. "For starters, the only things missing is a tool box from Mystique Cosmo's desk, a few bottles of alcohol, and the tip that was left on the counter. The safe looked untouched. To make it even more odd, the glass from the window is shattered mostly on the outside of the bar, meaning that it was probably broken from the inside. And the lock on the outside of the door was completely destroyed. It just doesn't make sense why a thief would do this, especially causing attention by smashing a window from the inside when they could just use the already opened door."

Pidge thought for a moment. Matt was deffinately on to something. The situations seemed very odd. "Well I'm sure you'll figure it out. You always do," she assured her brother.

He gave her a weak smile before looking back at the bar. "You always think I can figure this stuff out, Katie. It puts a lot of pressure on an older brother."

"Maybe that's why you're the best. You just need your sister to push you," Pidge replied. "And don't call me Katie."

Matt was about to say something else when the Holt siblings heard Lance calling. "Hey Katie, come check out what happened to the counter! It's destoyed!" he was exclaiming. But knowing Lance, it probably wasn't that bad.

"Coming!" Pidge called to Lance as Matt raised an eyebrow at her.

"So he gets to call you Katie but I don't?" Matt asked in mock offense.

Pidge rolled her eyes and headed for where Lance was waiting. "Don't you have a job to do?"

"No one even tried to get into the safe," Keith claified, standing up from his kneeling position.

He and Allura had gotten tired of listening to Lance show Pidge every scratch on the counter and saying they should demand new counter tops so the two bar tenders had decided to check out the office. It was quite a sight. Shiro's desk faced Mystique's desk like always but Mystique's side of the room was completely trashed. Shiro's looked untouched, as well as the safe that was stashed on a low shelf on the corner. Keith had immediately checked the high tech safe's access, or attempted access, entry log. His clarification proving the police's facts.

"Clearly the person who did this was not looking for money," Allura added. She was on Mystique's side looking around her desk. "He, or she, took Mrs. Cosmo's off-limits box."

Keith faced Allura. "This all seems so stupid," he declared, throwing his arms up in annoyance. "Out of anything they could've stolen, they stole an old, metal box that Mrs. Cosmo received from her mother before she died."

"I agree," Allura said, moving to stand in closer to Keith. "But at least we'll get a day or two off work. And you'll get to go to that thing at the museum this evening."

Keith was momentarily stunned. "The new Marmora exhibit? How did you know I wanted to go to that?" he asked.

Allura shrugged a little with a blush. "Yesterday you mentioned wanting to go to something tonight and then this morning you were reading the museum article at breakfast. I guess I put two and two together."

Keith paused for a second before moving a little closer to Allura. "I got two tickets cause Shiro was gonna go with me. But since this happened, it doesn't look like he's coming." Keith got the tickets out of his back pocket, a blush growing on his cheeks. "You could use it if you want."

Allura's face heated up. "What's wrong with me? He's just asking me to take Shiro's ticket. And even if this was something more, I never get flushed," she questioned herself. She reached up and took one of the tickets he was holding up. "I'd love to," Allura replied. Truth be told, she didn't know anything about the Marmora exibit or who or what a Marmora was but if it was important to Keith, Allura wanted to check it out.

Keith faced turned the same color as his signature red leather jacket when Allura's fingers brushed his. "What have I done to myself?"

Well that's it. I really like this story so far. I will keep updating but I have many other stories to update too.

PLEASE REVIEW!

~ Pickles