Lance sat at the club trying to find hot women to hit on. His friends; Rolo, Hunk, and Matt had brought him out on his birthday to find a hot girl that he could go home with an feel a like more of a man. Obviously, there were plenty of good looking women around the party, but he couldn't find one that he was immediately taken to. He had seen a girl that he remembered from his high school days, Allura, but she wasn't really what he was looking for anymore. He wanted someone dangerous, someone that could keep him guessing and wouldn't be afraid to call him out on his bullshit. He had dated Allura for a while back in high school, but she was too nice for him. She always wanted to know what he was thinking and if he ever considered marriage and he didn't want that. He wanted hot, dangerous, risque, someone that wasn't afraid of gettin intimate whenever they wanted. That was one thing with Allura too, she was always afraid of PDA because she didn't want her dad to know that was dating Lance. He ended up getting sick of it and dumped her. He checked her facebook and she was married to some genius named Pidge. They were a cute couple so Lance didn't question it.

Rolo slaps Lance on the back, "anyone you're into yet Lance?" He already sounded drunk.

Lance shook his head as he turned so his back was to the bar. "No not really, apparently all the hotties that are my type are staying at home tonight."

"Or maybe they heard you were prowling tonight and got scared and ran." Matt jabs as he almost falls over from the two beers that he had had.

Lance laughs as he reaches over and pokes Matt, making the man fall into Hunk, who was solid so he barely even flinched. "Seriously Matt? You've had two beers! Those things have like 2% alcohol."

"It's just because he's a lightweight." Hunk remarks as he tries to get Matt back up onto his feet.

"Nt evryne cn be s grt s Lnce." Matt slurs happily as he tips from side to side on the stood that Hunk had finally got him on.

Lance laughs, "yeah you've got that right my friend."

Lance brings his drink up to his lips and takes a long drink before almost spitting it out at the sight of someone that had just walked in. "Holy shit."

All of his friends whip their heads in the direction that Lance had been looking and they saw someone in high waisted fishnet stockings, black daisy duke shorts, black platform stilettos, a red crop top, and braids adorned all over their thick black hair. They had a killer body, walked like they owned the entire dance floor, and everyone got out of their way as they walked through the club with a swing in their hips that could put anyone in a hypnotic trance they would never wake up from. And Lance, like most men and even women in that club, was drooling as he watched them walk over to stand next to Allura, and hug her. "Holy shit." Lance repeats.

Rolo scoffs, "well, if someone is begging for attention from you, it's that hottie Lancey. Go get her!"

Lance orders a tequila shot and downs it before sauntering over to Allura and the sexy girl. When he got over to them he clears his throat to try and get the attention of the gorgeous fox, "well hello there ladies. You know, I never thought I would meet an angel tonight, but I think I just did because I'm in heaven. The name's Lance."

Allura laughs, "ever the casanova, huh Lance?"

Lance smiles charmingly, "of course. Especially when I see a beauty such as your friend," Lance turns to the girl, "so tell me gorgeous, do I get a name that I can call out tonight if I get lucky?"

Allura snorts as her friend finally realizes that Lance is talking to them. As the girl turns around Lance's jaw drops for a second time tonight. She is a he. "Did you just say all of that to me?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Allura notices Lance's shock and laughs, "Lance, this is my friend Keith."

"You're a guy!?" Lance exclaims.

Keith and Allura laugh, "yes I am. I know it's a surprise to see a guy where heels that's not a drag queen, but what can I say? I make them look good." He gives Lance a flirty wink before giving him a once over. "As you must've seen since you're over here throwing out pick up lines left and right, seemingly giving me the pleasure of being the victim instead of our already happily married friend."

Lance opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water before Keith takes pity on him and throws his hair over his shoulder and standing up, slinking up to Lance like a sleek cat. He sets a hand on Lance's chest and whispers in his ear. "You know Lance, maybe if you were to get over this little spell of yours, we could keep that little promise that you said a moment ago? That you would be calling out my name tonight. With that package that I bet you're sporting, I'm sure it could be mutual. Hopefully I didn't scare you too much with being a guy but, let's just hope you swing both ways, yeah?" Keith plants a kiss on the side of Lance's neck and nips his earlobe, sending a hot zing of lightning down Lance's spine and into his groin. "And if you want, I could keep the heels on, if it helps just a little bit."

Keith pulls away from him, a smirk on his pretty features and pats his chest once before taking his seat again and giggling with Allura as Lance is left to walk away to his friends in shock. Once he arrived at his original spot his friends look at him expectantly, except for Matt, who was passed out on the bar top. "So? Was she as good looking in the face as she was in the body?"

Lance thought back to the cat eyeliner and dark violet eyes and delicate features that looked hot and reckless as they stared up at Lance with desire. "She turned out to be a he." Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and his friends gasped. "And yeah, he was."

It was two hours, two more tequila shots, and another beer for Lance to realize that he was really attracted to Keith. Who was dancing with Allura like he was a professional stripper. God was he hot. Lance had tried to look at other girls but he found himself comparing tan skin to creamy white, green to violet, and a dress to shorts. And now as Keith danced and was grinding against other men and women, Lance wanted that to be him. Especially since Keith would always be looking at him and licking his lips, even as he gave the guy he was grinding against a hard-on, he was always looking at Lance. It drove the Cuban insane and after two hours, he had had enough. "Hunk, make sure these two drunks get home ok, alright?"

Hunk looked between Lance and Keith and chuckled, "sure thing, go get 'em tiger."

Lance takes one more shot before slapping a 50 on the counter and stalking up to Keith who shoved away his current dance partner in favor of meeting Lance halfway. When they met at the edge of the dance floor Lance reached out and grabbed Keith's waist, yanking him into him so their bodies met hard, just as Keith grabbed the back of Lance's head and smashed their lips together in a hard kiss that left them both panting and tasting blood. "Do you have a place around here?" Lance growled.

Keith smirked, "yeah, just down the street."

"Take me now otherwise I will rip your clothes off right here and these people are gonna get quite a show." Lance's eyes screamed hunger and lust and Keith almost moaned right then and there.

"Fuck yeah." Keith grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar.