Disclaimer : Voltron and its characters belong to WEP, however Lysette and the Burley Q girls and all the drama and chaos that ensures are my characters and look forward to entertaining you. And yes, Cubbie, they will be showing up in "Deception". In fact, the events unfolding will resonate into that story. Thanks to my friends at DrunkenWritersCouncil for helping me. And my editor WarzonePrez, thanks for the talks and character development. To my husband and my friends, I love you all, and KAEX, you guys as well. I am currently compiling a play list of music used for this fanfic, if interested let me know. The songs I am using though is by Posion, Fallen Angel and Aerosmith What kind of Love are you On.

Burley Q club, Dradin

Hunk felt very much left out of place. He was more at home in a mechanics bay then at a club. He watched the women gyrate on the floor to the rap beat. His gaze fell on Lance who was sandwiched between two women and was having a great time. Romelle was laughing at a grinning Sven as they got into the mood of the music. Allura was with Keith at the bar and another woman was ordering.

"You look lost," a soft voice whispered. "What can I do to cheer you up?" Hunk turned to see a woman standing next to him. Her red hair was swept to one side and fell in loose waves over her shoulders. Her green eyes glittered a she turned to face the dance floor. The green cocktail dress was strapless with a fitted bodice and a short flirty skirt. She was also wearing three inch satin green stiletto sandals. Unlike most women, she was as tall as he was so he didn't have to look down at her.

"I've just never really been in a club like this before," he said. "It's very interesting."

"It's vintage night," she said. "We always try to have a theme night. Tonight is dance party, tomorrow is Moulin Rouge…an homage to vintage night life. We have costumes ready, and it's our most popular night,"

"I'm Tsuyoshi Garrett," he replied, "but people call me Hunk."

"I'm called Jess," she said, "and yes, before you ask, it's short for Jessica." She put an arm on his. "I hate to see people alone."

"Nice to meet you," he replied. This place is amazing." He tapered off as the arm slid up his.

"I've been told I'm a great dancer," she said. "Care to take a spin on it?"

"I'm not that good," he replied.

"It's okay, I can teach you" she said, grabbing his hand and leading him out. "Just follow my movements." A few minutes later, Hunk had got the basics of the dance under Jessica's tutelage, and was having fun. Suddenly the music changed to a slow rhythm. He froze but then relaxed as Jessica assured him with a smile that after learning the fast dance, this was a snap.


Marie Christine handed Keith his napkin as he took the sight of Hunk dancing in. Allura was grinning, as well as Pidge who came up.

"I don't believe it…are you seeing this?" Pidge asked

"Yes," Keith replied, "and I think it's fantastic!" Keith grinned then turned to Allura. "Care to dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask, dear sir!" she replied. Allura followed Keith and they began to dance to the slow music. Lance had partnered up with one of the women he had been dancing with, while the other grabbed Pidge and led him onto the floor. Marie Christine laughed as she turned to finish her drink and came face to face with Whitney.

"We've got a problem," Whitney said. "I know tomorrow is your day off but I need help. Mira's sick, and she is on quarentine for a week. Can you fill in behind the bar?"

"Sure," she replied. "Did you see Jessica has a new friend?" Whtiney picked up her club soda. She never drank while on duty.

"Yes," Jessica replied. "Why do you think I chose her for this?" She motioned to Jessica and Hunk on the dance floor.

"Leave it to Jessica," she said, "She always knows the right thing to do." Marie Christine then put her empty glass down and headed behind the bar. She started mixing a combination of alcohol an poured it into shot glasses. After a few minutes she motioned for the microphone.

"Lets here some noise!" she shouted into the microphone. "I'd like to welcome our special guests, the Voltron Force, all the way from Arus!" She waited for the cheering and catcalls to die down. "In fact, I invited them to come here for a celebratory shot, and to wish Commander Kogane and Princess Allura a long and happy life together. And may peace someday reach all corners of the galaxy." She motioned for them to take the shot glasses and downed her own. After which, she headed for the back room to get more Vodka.

Princess Allura was drunk, really drunk. After four cosmos and three shots she was feeling pretty good. Romelle also was feeling no pain as they did another one together along with Jessica. The guys had even got into the spirit of things. Keith had actually lightened up after a few beers and was joking with Lance and Sven. Allura and Romelle excused themselves and headed to the powder room. As they passed by the stage, Allura's eyes lit up at the sight in front of her. She grinned and turned to Romelle

"Be right back," she said. Romelle gasped

"Oh no," Romelle said, "you're not going anywhere without me!" As Allura headed to the powder room she saw Marie Christine come out with a box in her hands. She stopped in front of her.

"Can you help me?" Allura asked.

"With what?" she asked. Her eyes followed Allura's gaze and she muttred, "Oh, shit."


Suddenly, a voice came over the microphone

"Toinight," the voice said, "I'd like to make a dedication to a great woman, and our own 'Fallen Angel', you know who you are." Suddenly a guitar riff emitted from the stage, and a young man stepped out and started singing. "Stepped off the bus…." Lysette was standing on her private balcony that was built over the bar. It was encased in shadows, and was situated so it could not be seen. She lit up a cigarette, and was silently smoking. She had closed her eyes at the dedication of the song. A few minutes into the song, her eyes welled up as the lyics reached her ears.

"Where's the girl, I knew a year ago? the voice crooned

"Story of my life," she said, sighing.

"This always happens when you hear this song," a voce next to her spoke. Lysette turned to see Marina standing next to her. Her eyes softened with compassion.

"Sometimes I wonder where the real me is, and will I ever learn," Lysette said. She then put the cigarette out and reached for another one.

"You haven't had the easiest of lifes, Lysie," Marina said, using her childhood nickname for Lysette. "I know how hard you had it growing up. I'm surprised you don't have any resentment towards me."

"Why?" Lysette asked. "You had no control over things. You were just a little girl when I came to be with you. I remember you used to follow me everywhere, even if it got you into trouble." Marina grinned.

"I have no regrets," she replied. "Things were quite boring before you arrived, and you turned it on its axis. I got a kick out of seeing dad and the Admiral who are usually quite stuffy." Just then, Whitney came onto the balcony.

"Lysette," Whitney said, "you better come quick. We've got a problem…a big one." Lysette put out the cigarette in an ash tray and followed Whitney down the catwalk to another flight of stairs. After reaching the bottom, she waited for Marina to catch up, and they headed for the back room. What they saw there shocked even them.

"You gonna stand there and gawk, or are you gonna help?" Allura asked to the room at large. A wide grin came over one of them and the other gave her a stern look.

"Remember?" Marina asked.

"For once, I don't give a shit," Lysette replied. "I'm in." She smiled evily.

A few minutes later, the song had ended to wild applause. The lead singer had turned to receive a slip of paper and grinned. He motioned for the band to come closer, and after a few minutes, began a pounding rhythm. Suddenly a burst of synthesizers lit up the club. A few minutes later gasps, catcalls and whistles erupted the room. For once it even rendered some speechless…