A/N: Theme for this chapter: Arm's Tonite by Mother Mother. (And yes, the title of the song is spelled tonite instead of tonight.) It's mostly this song because of Lotor and Lance's conversation that they have.

Okay so I have to turn in my laptop and I'm gonna have to type up chapters through my phone now so just a warning if it takes longer than usual to update.

Lance was mixing things up again. Things began to blend together and his mind seemed to wander whenever the conversation seemed to stay stuck on a subject. "Lance you okay," Hunk was snapping his fingers in his face and he snapped out of his daze and looked over at him with a quick smile.

"Yeah, yeah of course," He closed his eyes and took a gulp of air. "Um… what were we talking about?"

"Shay," Hunk sighed.

"Right, right, Shay," He looked around again giving a sheepish smile. "And what about her?"

Pidge and Keith both collectively sighed. "Dude we've been talking about this for a solid ten minutes," Keith crossed his arms

"Shay is tangled up with the Galra," Pidge sighed. "Her brother was talking to us and apparently, her family is a bit in debt," Lance hissed a bit.

"Never a good idea," Lance sighed. "How much does she owe? I'm sure I can take care of it,"

"That's the thing, she doesn't want you to take care of it," Hunk sighed as Lance tilted his head a bit in confusion. "We always ask you for money,"

"That's the one thing I can offer," Lance smiled childishly.

"Lance it's not that," Pidge sighed.

"We always dump stuff on you," Hunk sighed. "I don't want to do that to you,"

"Buddy it's just money," Lance tried to smile but saw the way Hunk only sunk his head.

"I already asked Coran to help me so we're just gonna figure it out ourselves," Lance's smile faltered. "Don't worry about it," Hunk offered a smile again.

Lance looked over at Pidge who only smiled gently and at Keith whose head was rested on the table. Keith stared back hearing a small ding come from his phone he pulled it out as he sat back up. Lance snapped his eyes away.

"Well alright but if you need help with anything call me," Lance commented.

"Well I hate to break this up but I have to go," Keith stood up still looking down at his phone. "Lance I'll swing by your house later so we can talk about… you know, but something's come up," He moved past a bit in a rush. All eyes focused on him a bit in curiosity.

"I need to go too," Lance said getting up. "I worried you guys, I'm sorry,"

"Don't be," Hunk said smiling. "I'll see you in your house later alright?" Lance smiled at him.

"Yeah me too but you better be there," Pidge warned.

"Actually I might not be there," Lance smiled. "I do have some things to clear up so maybe later in the night alright?"

"Unfair!" Pidge banged her hand on the table. Hunk just chuckled.

"I'll see you guys, just later than usual," Lance smiled

"Fake!" Pidge yelled as Lance made his way towards the counter and pulled Allura to the side.

"The black lion is in the hospital," He whispered suddenly before she could send him off.

Her eyes almost immediately rounded with a shocked expression. "No way," She whispered. Lance nodded quickly and his smile made Allura grab his arms and smile as well. "No freaking way!" She clapped her hands and quickly grabbed a pen and an old receipt off the counter. "Write the address I want to see it too!" Lance chuckled at Allura's enthusiasm. He wrote down the paper and handed it back.

"He's actually really nice but you'll have a hard time talking," He chuckled and gave her a small playful kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow alright. Thanks for everything… and sorry about me," She in turn smirked and simply punched his arm.

"You have nothing to be sorry about it," She placed the receipt with the address on it in her pocket and pocket Lance in the stomach which caused him to giggle. "Coran and I will look into him later today. Take care of yourself okay?"

"You got it," He winked at her as he turned around. "Bye Hunk, Pidge!" They waved in return and Lance ran out only to be stopped by Keith who grabbed onto his hand as soon as he made it outside. "Ow! Keith why the—,"

"Shut up," Keith rolled his eyes. "How exactly did you get here?"

"Uh my car," Lance snatched his hand back and began to make his way towards it. Keith was following after him.

"I thought you weren't allowed to drive?" Keith cautioned.

"My motorcycle, that's the only thing I'm technically not allowed to drive," Lance made it in front of his car. "The glass makes the living and dead distinguishable,"

"The living and dead," Keith hummed as if processing those words. "And does your helmet not do that,"

"Nope different types of glass," Lance hummed. "Now if you'll excuse me—,"

Lance unlocked his car and made his way around. He got behind the wheel only for Keith to jump in on the passenger seat. "I need a ride," He said simply as he shut the door.

"Why of course your highness," Lance remarked sarcastically. He laid his head on the steering wheel. "While we're at it why don't I just buy you your crown and make a feast for the entire country,"

Keith turned his head a bit but only stared at him with the corner of his eyes. "Sounds like a plan," He smirked. "You have more than enough money, don't you?"

Lance took in a large intake of breath with closed eyes. His hands flatly pressed together close to his nose. "Why did we have to meet?" Lance said letting go of his breath. "I would have been so fucking content with living my life,"

"Hey watch your language in front of his highness," Keith smirked as he placed a hand on his own chest and placed his feet above the glove compartment.

"Nope," Lance pushed his legs down and pointed at the door with an almost exaggerated seriousness. "Get the fuck out my house,"

"This is a car," Keith broke in as he chuckled a bit and Lance dropped his hand with a smile. "You seemed so dejected when Hunk seemed to reject your offer to help,"

He was. The one thing he could offer them was money and it frustrated him to no end that they wanted to solve this themselves but he wasn't about to tell Keith that. "I have no idea what you're talking about," He sat up and strapped in his seatbelt starting up his car.

"Oh, so you're actually going to take me somewhere?" Keith smiled.

"Don't make me regret it, Mullet," Keith rolled his eyes as Lance continued. "So where do you want to be dropped off,"

"Hospital," Keith sunk into his own seat as well. "I want to visit Shiro before I have to waste my life at work,"

Lance laughed at that. "Yeah he's nice," Keith looked over at him in confusion and caused Lance to catch his words. "He seems nice I mean! To talk to… I would love to talk to him!" He finally finished his stumble of words and looked over at Keith. He hated not telling him, it's not like he was dead, but Shiro didn't want him to know and Lance really didn't want to freak him out.

"You're like really weird, you realize that, right?" Keith announced.

"Gee thanks," Lance slumped.

"You're like naturally fucking wired!"

"Okay, I get it,"

"Like even Pidge doesn't compare to the amount of weirdness you are,"

"Dude!" Lance sulked and Keith just smiled at him. Lance sat up and began to drive away. "I don't know why I'm taking you anywhere,"

"Because you owe me," Keith addressed simply. Lance let out a long sigh.

"What do I have to say so that you'll just forgive me," He huffed tapping along the steering wheel and getting slightly anxious as he saw the way Keith stared at him. His hair covering his face with such carelessness it made Lance soften. Keith picked himself up when he realized they were getting near to their destination and began to drag his hair back. Strands not long enough slipped between his fingers and fell on his face. Keith felt the stare on him as he began to tie his hair back.

"Eyes forward before we crash," Keith announced not looking over at him. Lance quickly straightened up looking forward again just as he parked reasonably close to the hospital. Keith smirked as he opened the door and hopped out of the car. "I'll call in a favor if I realize a way I can forgive you, until then, thanks for the ride."

Lance stuck out his tongue just as Keith saluted and slammed the door shut. Lance watched as he lightly jogged to the entrance and gave a sigh as he slammed his head on the steering wheel once more. "Oh seems like you've finally met your match," Lance raised his head slightly to see Lotor now sitting were Keith once did. "Be careful with that one Lance,"

"Yeah right," Lance scoffed as he moved to sit up again. "This has happened before, if I ignore it it'll just go away eventually,"

"Or fester," Lotor shrugged. "It always ends up festering,"

"Yeah but it always just goes away afterward," Lance began driving off again, Lotor smirking on the passenger side. "I just have to give it time,"

"And why not try it?" Lotor shrugged again. "He actually cares about you. What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"He ends up killed," Lance tightened his hold on the steering wheel. "Or I end up locked back up in your room," He shook his head. "I won't go back over there... Besides I prefer girls,"

"Doesn't mean you won't with guys," Lotor said still not looking at Lance. "It's happened before it'll happen again. You don't expect to be under my father's coat tail your entire life, do you?"

"Why do you care about me all of a sudden?!" Lance barked back.

"I've always cared," Lotor scoffed. "I'm helping you make a wise decision,"

"Yeah because any of this is a wise decision," Lance was making his way back to his house and he watched as the buildings slowly got replaced with trees. "Stuff like this is what got you killed,"

Lotor was silent for a bit before turning his head to look at Lance. He played with the end of his long white hair as he sunk more deeply into the seat. "No, doing stuff like this with the wrong person is what got me killed. What, do you really care about living the life I never did?"

"I'm not trying to live like that…" Lotor glared at him. Lance didn't mean to get him angry and he hated when he did because he couldn't get rid of him and he yelled in a way that made Lance's entire head ring. "I'm just learning from your mistakes, for my sake." He softly added. He finally made it to his house where he promptly parked his car and jumped off. "Lotor can we just drop this,"

"Why?" He floated above. "I believe we still have much to discuss,"

"Lotor please," Lance sighed stomping his foot to a stop and glaring up at Lotor. "For once just drop something. It's my life I'll do what I think is right,"

"You'll end up dead," Lotor commented without missing a beat. "You only have a few years left as it is. Making these decisions like you can solve everything. Like you said before, learn from my mistakes but don't repeat them, no matter how easy it is,"

Lance huffed out a sigh and began walking back inside his house. "I'm not doing it on purpose," He sighed sitting down on the couch with a stretch. He slammed his body down and looked up at Lotor as he floated above. "Do you think they care about what they did?" Lance asked him.

"Allura, definitely, why else would she help you," Lotor sighed looking over at the side.

"Yeah, she always wants to talk to you, like actually talk to you by herself," Lance smiled. "Why don't you?"

"It'll be easier for both of us if we just try to forget," Lotor looked back over at him. "Isn't that what you said before? Healthy grieving?"

"I guess," Lance moved onto his stomach and dangled a hand over the couch as he began dragging his finger over the wood. "And what about Matt?"

"You should go to sleep," Lotor commented. "It'll do you some good to forget as well,"

"I guess," Lance was dejected again. "Do you think he's alive?"

Lotor hovered a hand over his head. "Go to sleep,"

Lance only trailed his finger around the wooden floor still. "I think he is," Lance whispered out the answer to his own question. Lotor watching him swirl his finger across the floor until a small piece of wood stuck his index finger. He barely flinched as he began to press his thumb hard against it until his whole hand began to shake. "Fucking traitor," he sat up again with his finger in his mouth and Lotor with his eyes fixated on Lance as he picked at the splinter.

"Get a needle," he finally added. Lance raised his gaze from his hand to him. "Take the splinter out and wash your finger,"

Lance slammed his body back to lay down on the couch and looked at his finger. "Why? It'll come out anyway's. Just leave it there,"

"Lance," The harsh tone made Lance look over at Lotor who was glaring at him. "Enough of your childish games,"

"You don't own me," Lance glared back.

"I believe I still do," Lance flinched at that. Not so much the words but at the tone. "Now Lance,"

Lance let out a huff of air and got up with closed hands. He did what he was told. Moving over and grabbing a needle to carefully remove the splinter. He did so in silence and when he finally got it out, poured rubbing alcohol on it letting out too much and listening as it splashed on the floor. Lotor watched the hostility in Lance's actions choosing not to step in. Finally, Lance shook his arm to stop the stinging and to dry his finger. Placing a light blue band-aid on it, he admired the color. Hunk had bought him these and although he barely used them he did admire the colors they provided to cover up what was underneath.

Lotor, seeing the end of that, opened his mouth to say something else only for Lance to suddenly grab Pidges green headphones, the ones made for him, and placed them over his ears and sunk back into the couch. "Don't talk to me," Lance grumbled, the hostility in his actions stuck to his words. "I'm your property, after all, I shouldn't be speaking," He mocked.

Lotor would have answered if not for hearing the loud music blast it's way to the headphones. Even if he said something it would go unheard just like everything else. So Lotor was left there with a huff of frustrated air and sulking on the ground next to the couch surrounded by complete and utter silence.

"So yeah, everything has been insane," Keith sighed out the end of his story as he dropped his head on the edge of the hospital bed. Shiro outstretched on the bed with the black lion neatly placed on his bedside. "Allura and Lance say these hold some kind of protective thing," Keith grasped his red lion between his fingers, looking over at the black one that he had moved to lay on the pillow next to Shiro's head. "I still don't really believe them but I hold hope. Maybe they'll help you wake up sooner," Keith smiled. "You really need to wake up, you have no idea how hard it is to keep up with all this money. Plus, I might be on the run from our landlord because I'm a bit late on rent," He chuckled softly. "Not just that, I really miss talking to you. You probably can't even hear me…or even if you can I'm probably boring you to death," Keith got up and gathered up all the things he could. "I'll stop by the station and tell them to come by and visit you,"

Keith looked at the door just as a nurse seemed to walk in. "Oh hello," she gave a warm smile that Keith gladly returned. "I'm sorry I need you to step out for about thirty minutes,"

"It's fine, I need to head to work anyways,"

"Work? So, young to be heading to work already," She moved closer pulling in things that Keith had no idea existed.

"Someone has to pay these hospital bills," Keith joked.

"Oh?" She seemed to sink before perking up once more. "Actually we're holding a contest…" She faltered as soon as she said that before speaking up again. "Winner wins quite a lot of money,"

"A contest for what?" Keith questioned.

"Um singing, mostly," She smiled. "Other things are allowed too but rules always vary. This is our third year doing it. It really helps a lot of people,"

Keith wasn't really a great performer. He hated being surrounded by people solely looking at him. He really needed some money and according to Shiro and Pidge, who had snuck her way into a hearing, his voice was relatively good. He knew how to play guitar but he hadn't been able to practice. "How many other contestants are signing up?"

"It's always a mixed number," She smiled. "Ask Doctor Ryner if you're interested, she's close to the host." She said. Keith nodded and made his way out of thought.

If he could win this, then this would ease up these many bills that were slowly accumulating over his budget. He walked over to the front desk and asked for Dr. Ryner who came shortly after. She appeared. An old strong-looking woman with her hair tied in two parts made her way towards him. "I was told to come to you to hear more about this competition that you're holding?"

"Oh has news already began to circulate," She chuckled a bit pulling things from her clipboard back until she finally unclipped it and pulled out a piece of paper. "I was told not to talk about it by the host. He has made it clear to only have fliers up with all the necessary information and nothing more," Keith took the now outstretched paper in his hand not bothering to look it over as Ryner continued to talk. "I would highly recommend you enter, you lose nothing from it,"

Keith let out a soft huff of air and looked down at the paper once before beginning to fold it and place it in his pocket. "Thanks, doc, I'll think about it,"

He was about to turn back around to leave only to be stopped when his attention was drawn towards a woman with white hair in a hospital gown being dragged off as she screamed about something Keith could really make out. Her eyes snapped towards him and Keith shivered when this woman seemed to smile at him. "The red paladin," She scoffed. "Have you returned to see that sleeping brother of yours?" She laughed and Keith clutched at his red lion charm a bit to calm his anger. "You stole the red lion form us. I curse you just like I cursed him to never awake! Only I will see through his eyes! Only I alone!"

Keith clutched his hands harder and began to make his way towards her only for Ryner to place a hand on his chest and speak to this woman. "That's enough Haggar. You've stated your place please go back to your room orderly," She did as she was told, albeit, with reluctance.

"What's her problem?" Keith hissed out. Ryner sighed at that placing a hand on her cheek in thought.

"I'm not under obligation to tell you another patients information, as a matter of fact, it's against the ruled," She sighed again and faced Keith. "Please forgive us for that, due to overcrowding we had to take in a few patients from the psychiatric ward. She means no harm,"

"She just tried to curse me," He replied flatly.

"Don't tell me you're not a skeptic," She chuckled. "She doesn't understand what she's saying. Everything'll be fine,"

"I guess," Keith sighed out in discomfort. Did Lance believe in curses? He was an expert in stuff like this at least he liked to believe himself an expert. Keith never deemed himself a skeptic or a believer but right now he felt obligated to choose a side. "Well, I really have a go. Thanks for the flier and have a good day!"

Before he got a reply, he was already running out of the door and slightly jogging in the direction of his job. At times like this, he was glad that everything was so close together to the point where he didn't have to run so far to make it. He was a bit late considering he had been out looking for Lance then talking to Shiro for some time. The employees already there didn't really seem to pay him any mind and so he quickly got changed into his uniform and began working.

He worked a small local pharmacy that thankfully wasn't busy most of the time. If someone came in it was for a specific reason and they had no reason to stay long. Keith found confidence in that but he had only gotten this job because how desperate, he was for any type of job that fit into his schedule. Halfway through the day, he had a break and he did what he normally did fidget with his phone until it was over.

This time, however, he noticed a text from Kolivan. Kolivan barely ever texted him it was always a call when he needed to contact him. Keith found it strange but didn't think too much of it. Apparently, he wanted to meet up. Nothing else was really conveyed in the message. Keith, once again, didn't think too much of it. He needed to meet up with Kolivan anyways to fill him in on Blue. He took down the address listed in the text and promptly deleted it right after. It was a club, apparently, a really busy one at that. Apparently crawling with Galra and illegal activity that went unreported.

This place closed at nine plus thirty minutes to close up and clean up so he would hopefully get there in time. Keith managed to leave just as it was about to be nine thirty. This club was apparently high profile which meant he had to dress the part. He had nothing in his house that even partially reminded him of something that he would wear. He had no time to go shopping nor money. He could always borrow something but no one would have things like that except maybe the only rich kid he knew.

He hated asking for things but he didn't want to stick out and he needed to be quick. He quickly grabbed his bike and made his way towards Lance house. He wasted another ten minutes. He made it in front of the door and gripped onto the key hanging from his neck. Nope, he still felt awkward just barging in so he simply knocked loudly and quickly. Lance was quick to the door with headphones around his neck and blanket around his shoulders.

"Sup Keith," He smiled as he swallowed what smelled like popcorn. "Didn't expect you here so early,"

"Hey, Keith!" Someone called from inside. Lance moved to the side and allowed Keith to enter. He caught eyes with Hunk and a girl next to him. Light brown skin, slightly lighter then Hunks, and dark freckles plastered on her nose and cheeks. Gold hoop earrings dangled next to her short hair.

"Oh um hey…" Keith awkwardly waved. The girl got up and outstretched her hand.

"Oh, Keith, Lance, and Hunk have told me about you," She smiled. He looked at them skeptically. Hunk shrugged sheepishly while Lance simply sat back down on the couch grabbing a bowl of popcorn. "All nice things of course! I'm Shay,"

"Uh nice to meet you," Keith took the hand and shook it before quickly retreating. "Uh yeah, I'm sorry I really didn't mean to barge into you guys hanging out,"

"No need loser!" Lance smiled up at him holding out the bowl for Keith to take some. "We were expecting you to show up sooner or later,"

"Yeah about that, I'm not going to stay long," He announced and Lance cocked an eyebrow for an explanation. "I just came here to ask Lance if I could borrow some clothes and now looking over my decisions I sound really selfish so I'mma just leave," He quickly turned on his heal ready to leave but Lance placed a hand on his shoulder and yanked him back.

"Calm down man," He chuckled. "Of course you would want my advice to look amazing. I am a fashion expert and you are a hot mess,"

"Hey!"

"Shut up," Lance smiled. "Hunk, Shay you have my permission to pick whatever movie you want while Keith changes into something more suitable,"

"I'm right here,"

"Irrelevant," Lance said as he tilted his head up.

"Yeah sure buddy," Hunk smiled. Keith watched the two sit back on the couch and continue the chatter as he was dragged into the hallway and to the stairs by his wrist.

"So they're like a thing?"

"Practically," Lance scoffed looking back at him but continuing to walk up the stairs. "They both like each other they're just too scared to be the ones to start things you know?"

"I can picture that… slightly," Keith struggled to step into Lance's room. He didn't look around all he noticed was that out of all the rooms this one was by far the smallest and Keith wondered why.

"So what do you want to wear?" Lance walked over to his closet that was pushed the far-left corner of the room where a window would have provided light if not it being the night.

"Anything really but Lance I'm kind of in a big hurry so anything will do,"

"Well geez you're not really giving me anything to work with," Lance smirked at him and began rummaging through his closet. "Is this like a fancy thing?"

"It's a club but a high wasted one so I need to look nice but not over the top,"

"Club?" Lance perked up at that. "Which one? Oh, wait, I have something that I think would fit you. It'll really go with your whole 'I want to murder everyone here' kinda vibe."

"Please tell me I don't have that kind of vibe," Keith sighed

"Sorry, I don't make the rules," Lance laughed and began to toss a small outfit together and onto the bed. "I'm assuming you just want to go there to have fun and not be bothered, right?"

"Yeah something like that," He rubbed his arm anxiously. "I just need to meet someone. I'm not going to take long,"

"See, there you go!" Lance said presenting his outfit. "Not too formal, not to basic. Most of it was expensive as hell so no one will, like, stare at you,"

"Sorry I'm poor," Keith rolled his eyes and looked at the outfit.

"Now get changed and I'll get you something else. Here are the shoes though," Keith looked up but Lance was already gone with a pair of black and white shoes on the ground. Keith really didn't like this outfit simply because it looked rather uncomfortable but he had nothing else to wear and he needed to get there fast. He slid on the black ripped jeans and the plain white t-shirt. It was relatively comfortable but the last thing was a rather stuffed black jacket. It was rather restricting around his arms and he knew that if he tried to zip it up he wouldn't be able to so he let it simply stay open. Quickly putting on the shoes and walking down the stairs.

"Wow, Keith you look nice!" Hunk smiled. Keith looked over to see Pidge sitting on the couch gawking at him.

"What the fuck when did you get here?" Keith yelled at her.

"Like a minute ago, why the hell are you wearing that and what have you done with Keith, you emo freak!" Pidge yelled back which caused him to simply cross his arms. "No way does our Keith have such fashion sense!"

"Lance picked it out," Shay smiled at her. "We all know Lance can pick out an outfit in like a few minutes,"

"True," Hunk agreed.

Pidge hummed in response. "Alright but why exactly are you dressed like that in the middle of the night?"

"I have to meet someone at this club but I really should be heading out," Keith turned only for Lance to yell at him.

"No, I'm not done!" He ran forward and placed something on over his head. Keith flinched a bit and as a result, closed his eyes as Lance placed it on his next and snapped it into place. Keith rubbed his neck a bit and sighed.

"A choker? Really?"

"It's just a plain black one," Lance smiled. "Oh come on, you look fine in it,"

Pidge was laughing on the couch with Shay sitting next to her. "You look nice," She giggled out a confirmation.

Keith huffed but ignored Pidge. "Well, anyways now can I go?"

"Tie up your hair better," Lance instructed. "It's all crazy,"

"I knew it was a mistake coming here," Keith sulked as he once more pulled up his hair more tightly.

"I know right!" All their eyes moved towards Lance who was facing the T.V. No one in front of him yet he continued to talk. "I do indeed have skills." He smirked placing his index finger and thumb over his chin proudly.

"Who is it this time?" Hunk smiled at him. Lance turned his eyes to look at Keith before moving from one foot to another. "You know I was kind of asked not to tell anyone,"

"What, why?" Pidge sat up on the couch.

"Well they don't think you'll react well," Lance smiled. "I mean they're technically not even…" He shook his head. "It's really nothing,"

"Oh come on you told us about the other British guy," Hunk offered. "Lotor was it?" Keith tensed, once again he recognized that name. He would have to remember to ask Kolivan about it.

"Ugh screw him," Lance sulked. "He's just tagging along to annoy me,"

"Oh did you get in a fight with your imaginary friend?" Pidge smirked as well.

"He's not my friend," Lance said ignoring the word just in front of 'friend'.

"Now I'm sure if he can't tell us he has a reason," Shay offered with a smile. "But shouldn't you be off Keith,"

He snapped his fingers in realization. "You're right!"

"What club are you going to?" Lance perked up. "I'll take you because I'm assuming you're going to go walking,"

"Um… this one," He held out his phone to show the address. "But it's really okay—,"

"Oh no, that club is like always packed!" Pidge smirked. "I'm a minor and even I know that,"

"Yeah Keith it's going to take you hours to actually get in," Hunk offered a sympathetic smile. "You should just move meeting places,"

"There is no way I can do that now I'm already late!" Keith let out a frustrated groan.

"No, it's okay!" Lance was holding out his hands as if trying to calm him down. He snapped his fingers. "I'll make it up to you!"

"Make what up to me?" Keith asked dragging his hand down his face.

Lance looked over at the three before finally giving a simple smile. "I broke our promise… But I'll get you in the club really fast in and out. But you're not going to take long, right?"

Keith took a double take. "But how would you get us in any faster,"

"Dude, he loaded," Pidge chuckled.

"Lance has a way to call in favors from rather powerful people," Shay smiled warmly.

"True, and he's got like a lot of contacts from everywhere," Hunk offered.

"But you won't take long, right?" Lance strained a bit more. "I really hate that place,"

"I doubt it…" He faltered once more. "Wait are you serious?"

"Sure," Lance's happy persona returned. "I don't mind!"

"Oh come on don't leave me here as a third wheel!" Pidge yelled over. Both Hunk and Shay blushed at that.

"No minors allowed!" Lance yelled back.

"You're a minor," Hunk laughed.

"By one year," Lance rolled his eyes. "Keith, aren't you a minor too? How did you expect to get in?"

"I'm eighteen I would have been fine as long as I stayed away from the bar," Keith crossed his arms. "But come on if you're gonna take me I'm already like twenty minutes late,"

"Geez alright, mister grumpy pants. I guess I don't have time to change." Lance crossed his arms with a sigh. He moved back and grabbed some keys from the counter. "You want to drive my motorcycle?" he dangled the keys in front of Keith watching his eyes sparkle.

"Yes please!" Keith snatched the keys away with a grin. "Alright let's go!"

"You better come back soon!" Hunk yelled. "And both you of you better not come back drunk,"

"Please he's already yelling at me," Lance said motioning towards the wall. "Oh yeah, you can't see him. Lucky, you can't hear him either." Lance scoffed with a warm smile.

"That place is always crowded be careful Lance," She tossed him a pair of headphones that were lying on the couch, the ones she made. "Too many things going on at once causes Lance to lose touch with reality more so than he already does,"

"I'll be fine!" Lance argued

"Keith if he starts to do that take him out as soon as possible alright?" Pidge sulked into the couch with a sigh. "Don't take to long or he'll go into his own little world,"

"Alright, I will, bye!" Keith yelled as he pushed Lance out the door. Lance let out a complain but led Keith to his motorcycle in a slight jog. "So are Shay and Hunk a thing?"

"Practically," Lance scoffed. "They both so obviously dig each other but they don't want to start anything. It'll happen though. I have faith in them," Lance smirked as they made it to the motorcycle. He handed Keith a helmet and Lance got his own flouting it above his head.

"Are curses real?" He let out rather quickly. Lance stopped, his hands still above his head. "That was probably a dumb question sorry it's just that something happened and she just looked so serious so I didn't know who else to ask…"

Lance gave an unsure smile. "I mean they can be. It depends on who throws it," Lance shrugged as he slid the helmet on. "Only one person in this whole town that I know of can throw curses and she never leaves her room so I doubt it was her. I don't think you should worry about it,"

"Alright," Keith smiled. "Don't tell Pidge I asked you that,"

"Oh no, I'm going to tell her as soon as we get back!"

Keith sunk. "Yup I expected as much," Lance only smiled as Keith put on his helmet and got in the front. Lance sliding behind him and wrapping his hands around his stomach. Keith didn't really care and only drove off as he did. Lance, although he had a strong grip on Keith, made him anxious as he slightly fell back to stare at the stars as they rode off.

They got there quickly. Lance giving him instructions on where to go every once in a while, before dangling his head back once more. They parked right in front of it and Almost immediately Lance jumped off taking off his helmet. "Come on!" Right as Keith took off his Lance gripped his wrist and began dragging him off.

Just as he was told the line was huge and Keith was not prepared to wait in it. He followed Lance as he quickly cut the line and made it in front of the door. Protests broke out but they went unnoticed by Lance. Keith looked back at the people waiting. He wondered how long it had been but before they could get in they were blocked by a bouncer who simply held out his hand.

"Who are you?"

"Hm?" Lance tilted his head a bit to the side. "You don't know who I am?"

"Why would I care about some kid trying to sneak into a club," Some of the people who they had cut scoffed and laughed. "Scram kid before I call the cops,"

Keith was getting both irritated and angry at the same time but he saw the way Lance was calm so he stayed calm as well. "One, you wouldn't dare call the cops, not to a place like this. And two I'm assuming you're new," He chuckled a bit and the guard did tense up a bit but he kept his composure. "My name's Lance. Lance McClain,"

"Lance McClain?" The bouncer hesitated a moment. "I've never heard of you,"

"I highly doubt that," His words were dark and Keith didn't know how to react to what was going on in front of him. "How about you let us in before I talk to someone more powerful than you,"

"No way are you-," He got smacked in the back of his head by a much older looking bouncer. That caused Lance to chuckle a bit.

"Why, Mr. McClain!" He gave a sheepish smile. "Please forgive my insolent coworker! He's new,"

Lance's warm smile returned and Keith smirked at what was unfolding before him. "Of course! The new ones need to learn somehow. You should start by memorizing the V.I.P section!" Lance dug more into this man's pride. Smirking up at him with those playful eyes and mischievous smile. "Don't worry about it! This little conversation we had was fun just don't pull it with any of the bigger arrogant ones. They won't let you go so easily," Lance gave a small salute and promptly grabbed hold of Keith's wrist. "Now if you'll excuse us," A small groan broke out from the line and Keith followed Lance into a hallway leading to the actual door to the club.

"That was beautiful," Keith laughed. "God, I wish I had that kind of power towards people,"

"You really don't," Lance smiled as he began to place both of his headphones on his ears. "Alright be quick, meet the person get in, get out. I really don't want to stay here, it makes my crazing go wild," Lance announced as they stepped in front of the door. "Don't stay by yourself, It's dangerous okay? Use my name if someone does anything because some of them might think you're an undercover cop," Lance took a deep breath and turned on his music as he opened the doors.

Keith stared at the flashing lights and dark room. The extremely crowded place packed people together as they shouted and music blasted in a way that made even Keith flinch. He stood there in awe as lance visibly cringed at people so obviously using drugs and wondered why the hell would Kolivan send him here?