"Tell Pidge to take her dumb skipping somewhere else."

Lance turned away from the gladiator he was fighting and said louder than necessary, "End training session!"

Pushing his hair back from his forehead, Lance wandered over to where he had his towel and placed his bayard down before turning his attention to Keith. The red paladin had his arms crossed and looked at Lance with obvious annoyance. Usually it was Keith on the training deck, but today Lance felt like he needed the extra practice and hadn't bothered to mention that to the other paladins or Allura. Lance raised an eyebrow in amusement before rubbing the back of his neck with his towel and stating, "I don't know what you're talking about, Keith."

"Yes you do," Keith argued, taking an aggressive step towards Lance, "Pidge literally grabbed me three times and tried to make me do this skip thing with her down a hallway."

"It's called swing, not a 'skip thing' Keith. Please try to learn the difference," Lance said, dropping his towel and yawning tiredly.

Keith looked perplexed and looked like he was about to argue before he changed his mind and asked slowly, "Pidge said you were teaching her the skip—swing, and that it helped her with the dodge bombs."

Lance nodded, he was proud of Pidge's improvement over the few lessons he had given her. The green paladin had been able to maneuver around the other paladins and work better with Lance when they were piloting their lions and in general. Keith glared at the ground of the training deck as if it had personally offended him. Tilting his head to the side, Lance smirked lopsidedly and took a step closer to Keith so he could get in the other boy's personal space.

Keith mumbled something and Lance blinked before asking teasingly, "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Keith made a growling noise in the back of his throat while Lance stood up straight and crossed his arms. Clenching his fists, Keith made a face of discomfort before asking, "Show me how to dodge the right way. Like how you showed Pidge."

Not hesitating, Lance leaned back on one foot and thought for a moment before saying, "Okay. C'mere."

Keith glanced up from the floor, confusion written on his face. Lance motioned with his hand for Keith to hurry up before he said, "Lose the jacket. This might take a while if you suck."

Keith looked like he was fighting back an insult, but shed his jacket and left it on the floor next to Lance's towel. Standing in front of Lance, Keith asked, "What're you doing?"

"Trying to figure out what to show you," Lance answered, smirking and shaking an amusing thought from his mind, "I think you'd look pretty stupid skipping around like Pidge if I taught you swing."

Pointing at Lance, Keith exclaimed, "You told me to stop calling it skipping and you just said that!"

Rolling his eyes, Lance snapped his fingers and said with an amused smile, "Tango. That should be easy enough for a mullet brain like you."

Keith cocked his head to the side as Lance started talking, explaining to the red paladin about which foot was the starter foot. Looking confused already, Keith repeated, "The girls' starter foot is the right, and the boys' is the left. Boys always start forward, and girls always start back."

Lance nodded, impressed Keith could remember that much and spit it back out. Stepping closer to Keith, Lance held his hands up and said, "Okay then, dance position is next. Swing is a casual dance, and tango is a lot more, um, personal."

Keith had a blank look on his face and Lance sighed in exasperation. Moving so he was standing side by side with Keith, Lance held his arms up in the position for tango and explained, "You need a big stance for tango, yeah get your arms up like that. Your left hand holds the girl's right so keep your fingers together and your thumb separate. Your right hand goes on the girl's back so you can move her."

Stepping in front of the red paladin, Lance let his left arm rest on Keith's shoulder, while he slid his hand into Keith's. Biting the inside of his lip, Lance shifted and grabbed Keith's right hand and moved it up so it was pressing against the bottom of his shoulder blade. Keith looked stiff as Lance explained, "You want your hand there so you can turn the girl. Go any lower on her, and you deserve what comes to you."

Nodding, Keith asked, "What does this have to do with dodging?"

Lance smirked and said, "We're getting to that. The footwork is what you want to know, but if you wanna learn that I'm gonna teach you the proper way. The basic step for tango is really easy, here watch."

Pulling away from Keith. Lance turned so the boy was watching his back and said, "Tango basic have five steps to it. Three going straight forward, then one side step, and in the last you bring your feet together."

Showing Keith the boy's role, Lance turned around and asked, "Think you can manage that mullet?"

Keith's look of dread turned into determination within moments and he assumed the dance position without needing to be told. Lance smirked and put himself in the girl's position and said, "I'll count, you lead."

Nodding, Keith stepped on beat to Lance's counting, only tripping up when it came to bringing his feet together. Ceasing the count, Lance ordered, "Okay, change of plans. Once you start, spell the word 'tango' with each step you take."

"Why?" Keith asked, irritation flashing on his face as he almost dropped his arms. Huffing indignantly, Keith readjusted his grip on Lance's back and started spelling as he moved, "T-A-N-G-oh."

Lance felt a smug look creep onto his features as realization appeared on Keith's face. Blinking like he had been slapped across the face, Keith locked eyes with Lance and said suspiciously, "It can't be that easy."

"Oh it is. It just took your mullet too long to figure it out."

What could've been a smile tugged at the corner of Keith's mouth as he asked, "One more time?"

A/N So there's that. Drop a comment if there's something you wanna see in this and have a nice day!