Between the Seasons: Panic! On Date Night.

Angel-of-Anime Mizumi: My friend. My dude...yes.

rainbowrider1290: Favorite part? Tbh, the open ending. And also the whole episode with Pidge on Olkari. Honerva...I could write paragraphs on what I thought of her this season. So I won't lol.

Have a between the seasons, cause I mentally don't feel like writing an episode.


"Dude…dude stop," Lance laughed, shoving Keith off of him and reaching for his phone, which was vibrating wildly all over the table. "Keith, it's Pidge."

Keith grumbled, crossing his arms and sinking back into the couch. "Tell her she interrupted cuddling."

Lance snorted and leaned over the couch arm, grabbing his phone just before it hit the ground and swiping the call on. "Hellooooooo Pidgeon, you made Keith very grumpy. What's up?"

An incomprehensible amount of gibberish came through the line and Lance lifted both eyebrows, turning the phone on speaker for Keith to witness. Keith's lips quirked. "Uh…Pidge, you all right there?"

"THEY ASKED ME OUT WHAT DO I DOOOOOO?"

Both men blinked and looked at one another, then back to the phone. "Uh…clarification on who "they" are?" Lance asked.

"Taylor, you shits! Stop grinning, I can feel it!"

Lance didn't bother to wipe it off his face, though Keith made a valiant attempt. "Isn't that like, what you wanted? For them to ask you out?"

"I thought they used 'she?'" Keith asked.

"Different days are different pronouns, keep up Keith, focus on my SITUATION! I'm not gross and mushy like you guys, what do I DO?"

"Pidge, if they asked you out, it wasn't for the mushy stuff," Lance chuckled.

Keith's lips twitched again, dangerously close to him losing it. "Um, yeah. That's not exactly your strong suit, and everyone knows it."

"I hate both of you."

"Why are you calling us, anyway?" Lance wondered. "Why not Allura and Shiro, or Hunk and Shay?"

"Hunk and Shay are at Disney World for the week before we start filming again and Shiro and Allura wouldn't stop freaking out. You two are the most normal so far, believe it or not. Now HELP ME, I know you're in the state."

The couple snorted and Keith shook his head. "We'll be over in an hour," he promised.

"Thank fucking god."


Pidge was pacing when she opened the apartment door, dozens of outfits spread out across the room. "Okay," she said as soon as the door shut. "I have my clothes separated into five categories: No Way in Hell, Fancy, Slightly Less Fancy, Paintball Ready, and Casual Outing. Help me."

"Where are they taking you?" Lance asked, staring in overwhelmed awe at all her clothing. "I didn't even know you OWNED this many clothes."

"They said dinner and a movie, but is that fancy dinner? Is that secretly code for paintball? Are we going to end up in a faulty sprinkler system? There's too many possibilities!"

"You're starting to sound like Slav's character," Keith snorted.

Pidge pointed a finger in his face. "Shut it, Mullet Boy."

Lance was struggling to hold back his laughter. "Pidge, I don't think Taylor would try and trick you. I'm assuming you're literally just doing dinner and a movie. Isn't the new Gun Robot out? You've wanted to see that for months. They're probably taking you to that."

Pidge's mouth fell a little and then she shut it. "I uh…I forgot," she admitted.

Lance nodded and proceeded to shove aside everything in the Fancy, Slightly Less Fancy, and Paintball Ready piles. He dragged the No Way in Hell pile over to the Casual Outing Pile and proceeded to rifle through both of them, tossing various articles at Pidge as he did so. "You want it to be just nice enough that if you end up at a somewhat nicer restaurant you're dressed appropriately, but still comfortable for a movie."

Keith ducked as a shoe flew over his head and Lance continued. "But you're also Pidge, and you don't like super girly shit, so I'm losing anything with butterflies and roses and shit. Your favorite colors are green and yellow, ironically, so we focus on those as accents. Flats, because you suck at walking in heels. Annnddd it's gonna be in the low 50's tonight, so practical. Plus movie theaters are always freezing. Here."

He shoved a pile of clothes into her arms and nodded at the bedroom. "Change. Keith can do your hair when you're done."

"What if I don't like it?" Pidge protested.

Lance gave her a soft smile. "You wouldn't have called us over here if you didn't trust our input, Pidge."

She humphed but vanished, leaving Lance and Keith to collapse back onto her couch and wait. When she emerged minutes later, Lance grinned.

Warm brown leggings, a dark forest green, somewhat off-the-shoulder top that fell to mid-thigh, black flats, and a brown leather jacket. Easy. Pidge looked sheepish as she looked up, a half smile on her face. "Okay, so you were right," she whispered.

"Good. You look great. Taylor's gonna pass out," Lance said with a grin.

Keith tilted his head. "Gotta be an up-do," he decided, gesturing Pidge over.

Her hair was up in a messy bun in a couple of minutes, soft strands left to dangle at the edges of her face, and Lance handed her a pair of stud earrings without looking up from his phone. Pidge put them in obediently and then stood, hand cautiously hovering over her hair. "So it…works? I don't need makeup or anything?"

"Do you want makeup?" Lance deadpanned.

"Do you even own makeup?" Keith followed.

Pidge scowled. "No, and yes! I…some! Lip gloss! And…chapstick…"

Lance snorted and sat up, clicking his phone off. "Pidge. You look great. Trust us. When are they coming to get you?"

Pidge glanced at her watch and winced. "Ten minutes."

Keith smiled fondly. "Go downstairs and wait for them. We'll clean up."

Pidge gave both of them a genuine, relieved grin, and grabbed her purse. "Please don't make out on my couch."

"No promises," Lance chuckled. "And we're totally hanging out here tonight so we can tease you when you get back."

Pidge rolled her eyes. "I hate both of you."

"Love you too!" Lance said cheerfully.


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