AN: Ok, I lied. I'm combining Day Three: First Kiss and Day Four: First Fight. But I'm taking liberties with Day Four. ;)

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It was a Friday night and Curtis was dressed in his favorite white and orange striped jacket with a black dress shirt underneath.

"Did Halloween come early this year?"

He sighed as he slipped his keys into his pants pocket. "I don't remember letting you in Roni."

Veronica kept her feet propped on the ottoman as she read a magazine. "Hiding your spare key in a fake rock is totally not original. You'd think someone working at a high end tech company would do something more complex."

"I'm a simple guy."

"True." She sniffed the air. She moved the magazine so her eyes were visible above it. "Is that the new Marmora cologne I'm smelling?"

"It was a gift."

"Hm. But that doesn't mean you have to wear it."

She crossed her feet, bringing to his attention that she was wearing his slippers. How did he not notice her sneaking in?

"Hot date?"

He straightened out his jacket. "Just drinks with a good friend."

"So Shiro."

"Yes." He gave her a disapproving look. "But we're only friends."

"Right." She quirked a brow when he sat down on the other end of the couch. "Something wrong with your car?"

"No."

She felt a wide grin grow on her face. "Is he picking you up on his motorcycle?"

"Yes he is."

Veronica laughed and threw the magazine onto the coffee table.

"At least one of you is making the moves."

"Friends can give each other rides on their motorcycles."

"Normally I'd agree. But you want to tell me what man gives another grown man a ride at night without it meaning something other than friends?"

"I don't know," he dryly responded. "Maybe a nice one?"

"Oh Curtis. You really can't be this blind can you?"

There was a roaring of an engine. Curtis stood up and paused by the door.

"Lock up before you go."

"Si abuelita!"

Curtis firmly closed the door as his answer.

The White Lion Club was packed.

The walls were pearly white so that the colored lights reflected off of them in a soft spectrum. Overhead were iridescent crystals. On the glasses and other similar surfaces was a milky white lion etched onto it. It was a lot more classy of a club than what Veronica would drag him to. Somehow Shiro got them in right away. Curtis couldn't help but ask once they were situated and relaxed at a booth.

"The owner's a good friend," Shiro smiled as he drank his second glass. "Allura and I go way back."

Curtis ignored the sudden pit that came from that.

"We were fighter pilots together with Adam," he continued on. His gray eyes looked pensively into his half empty glass. "The Terror Trio." He looked back up at Curtis with a half grin. "That's what the Garrison called us. We'd try out the most riskiest maneuvers but we'd pull it off flawlessly. Adam was the strategist. I was the dreamer. Allura merged all of that into something doable. I still don't know how she did it." He let out a low chuckle. "People also called us 'The AAS,' emphasis on the 's'."

Curtis smiled at that. "Sounds nice."

Shiro laughed louder. "You would say that."

"I meant having a group of friends like that." Curtis felt some heat in his cheeks. "You even have nicknames."

"It was. Is." Shiro's humor abated. "I'm only in contact with Allura."

"Oh." Curtis put his glass down. "I'm sorry that happened."

Shiro shrugged. " 's okay. But that's life sometimes." He brought the glass to his lips. "You don't always keep in touch with everyone."

"Yeah..."

Someone with short, curly white hair came by with a tray of drinks.

"You little sneak," the woman said in what Curtis assumed was a British accent. "If it weren't for Coran I wouldn't have known you're here!"

She pinched Shiro's cheek hard. He playfully swatted her hand away.

"I was going to find you," Shiro huffed. He turned to Curtis with a smile. "Curtis, this is Allura. Allura, Curtis."

"Hello." She stuck out her hand.

"Nice to -"

Curtis was shocked by the strength of her grip. Apparently his face revealed his surprise for he heard a hearty laugh coming out of her. He looked up automatically. He spotted two crescent shaped scars along her upper cheeks.

"I forget to warn people about my grip," she apologized good humoredly.

"Oh there's no need to apologize."

"She may be little but she's fierce," Shiro joked.

Allura elbowed his chest. Shiro let out a sharp grunt.

"I'm actually quite gentle," she gave Curtis a wink, "when I want to be." She moved to put the drinks off the tray and onto their table. "On the house. Please, enjoy your date."

"Oh, no we're not -"

"We're just friends Allura."

"Of course." She ruffled Shiro's hair before strutting off. "Have fun now."

Curtis helped himself to the taller drink.

"I'm sorry about 'Lura," Shiro sighed.

Curtis dismounted the bike slowly. He drank more than he usually did. Working the helmet straps was proving to be harder than it should be. Shiro's hands came up and shooed his away so he could do it. If Curtis was sober he probably would have insisted on doing it himself. But he was more than buzzed. He was so loose and relaxed he just stared at Shiro's face as the man concentrated on undoing the straps. He was about less than half a head taller than Shiro but even that height difference made it seem like Shiro was looking beneath his lashes.

"You have nice eyes," he softly commented.

Shiro grinned. "And you're drunk."

Curtis gave a sloppy shrug. "Not too drunk to do this."

Shiro blinked as Curtis petted his hair.

"Uh, isn't doing that a sign of how drunk you are?"

"Not really. Allura's your friend and she touched your hair. I'm your friend so I can do the same."

"Is that right?"

"...Maybe?" Curtis put a hand to his face. "No. Sorry. That's not how it works."

Shiro put the helmet on the handle of the cycle. "Did you like it?"

"The club?"

"My hair."

"...yeah." A lazy smile appeared on Curtis' face. "It's really soft. Like a fluffy rabbit."

"Then...you wouldn't mind if I do the same?"

"Go for it."

Shiro stepped closer to touch Curtis' hair.

We're both buzzed, Curtis thought. But it didn't stop him from lowering his head and leaning in. Soft. Shiro's lips were softer than he had been expecting. He froze in realization of what he was doing. He lifted his head up to break it off.

"Sorry. I shouldn't -"

Shiro leaned upwards, sealing their lips together. The kiss was then made up of several little frantic kisses. They angled their heads, trying to get a better feel for the other's mouth. Curtis' hands were cupping the back of Shiro's head. Shiro's left hand was behind his neck while the right was along his shoulder for stability. Then it became open mouthed and a pleasurable battle was underway.

This is my future husband, was Curtis' errant thought.

Then he suddenly fell over as the motorcycle gave way. But he was still holding onto Shiro. They yelled out as they tumbled down onto the street.

"Ow," Curtis whined.

He shifted so his spine wasn't half over the fallen cycle.

"Guess I pushed too hard," Shiro sheepishly said.

"It's ok. I shouldn't have been leaning on it that much." Curtis lightly touched the blooming red on Shiro's cheeks. "So I guess this means we're not friends."

Shiro smiled. "I guess not."

Curtis' front door flew open. He lifted his head to see Veronica yelling with a bat in her hands.

"You're still in my house?"

"Holy shit Curt." Veronica put her hands on her hips. "Do your 'bad boy' business indoors!"

Curtis covered his face. "Thanks for the tip Roni."

Shiro just laughed and laughed.

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AN: Did I actually hit any tropes?

Club scene trope? Another friend trying to nudge these two. Making out scene. Someone running out with a bat. Shiro having nice eyes. ;)

I see Curtis as the sunshine to Shiro's life. And Shiro has ability to make Curtis feel comfortable with how he is. However 'plain' some people might see him as. But in Shiro's eyes he's special and Curtis feels that and it makes him happy. So sappy I know but that's how I see them.