Here's chapter three, as promised!
Thanks SO much to everyone's who's been following this story!
This chapter is a little shorter than the others, but chapter four will be better!
A bit more swearing in this one, because it's in Pidge's pov and she has a dirty mouth (I love her to death though)
Chapter Three
Diplomacy conferences were boring as hell.
Pidge fidgeted in her dress. King Kansapte had been rampling for vargas, and her feet were absolutely aching in the tight dress shoes Allura had found for her. Though Pidge knew Lance's feet must've hurt even worse, as he had actually gone through with wearing those six-inch stilettos.
The two had been told to stand on either side of Allura's chair at the very beginning of the meeting, and Pidge was starting to get antsy. She was hungry, her legs hurt, and the stupid dress was pinching her side uncomfortably.
Don't get her wrong, Pidge liked dresses. Hell, she used to wear them all the time back when she still went by Katie. It was just that this dress came a little too low on her chest, and no matter how young Allura was when she'd worn it, she was still much taller than Pidge. Damn her short genetics. At least it was long enough that she could bend her knees without the royal family noticing.
Speaking of the royal family, that weird Prince Tikroz was staring at her. At first she'd thought he was just looking at Allura as she was talking about the coalition, but no, his eyes were unmovingly trained at a spot just over Allura's shoulder.
No, wait… he wasn't staring at Pidge, he was staring at Lance.
Pidge frowned and looked over at her fellow paladin. She had no idea how he looked so comfortable while everyone else in the room was so tense. Especially considering he was wearing about four pounds of makeup and an itchy wig.
She had to admit, he did make a good girl. Slender frame, hair braided around his shoulder, and his bra stuffed just enough to fill out the dress, but not so much to look unnatural. Of course she could see through his disguise. Pidge knew him too well to be fooled. He was too sharp and angular, and his jaw had a distinctly masculine edge to it. Still, the royals bought it, and that was all that mattered.
Though, seeing the way Tikroz was staring at Lance, maybe they bought it a little too well.
Pidge would need to keep an eye on that one.
When they said the Exultans could throw a party, they weren't kidding.
Their palace's ballroom was huge, and completely decked out- the polished sandstone completely covered in streamers and brightly colored lights. A group of Exuls sat near the front of the ballroom, playing a strange assortment of space instruments to create an upbeat sort of tune for everyone to dance to. Waiters weaved through the crowd with trays of a strange, golden colored drink that Shiro had forbidden them from accepting after taking a sip.
"I don't care that there aren't any age restriction laws in outer space," he'd said firmly in response to their complaints, "You are all way too young to be drinking alcohol."
"Party pooper," Pidge muttered, but was quickly distracted as another waiter flitted past with a tray full of finger foods.
"Hey, has anyone seen Lance?" Hunk asked, emerging from the crowd to join them at the back wall of the ballroom.
Pidge frowned, scanning the masses of dancing aliens. The bright blue of Lance's dress was absent among the earthy colors of the Exul's clothing.
"He was just here a moment ago…" Allura said, her voice trailing off as she tried to remember the last time she'd seen him.
"Did he leave the ballroom?" Shiro asked, using his height to peer over the shoulders of the many party goers. If anyone could spot Lance, it was going to be him.
"We should probably find him," Hunk said, wringing his hands anxiously, "especially because, y'know, he's crossdressing."
Allura nodded in agreement, "Yes, we should split up and search the ballroom for him."
Pidge saw poor Keith's eyes widen in terror at the thought of separating. He had been practically glued to Shiro's side since they had landed on the planet, obviously overwhelmed by the sheer amount of strangers all crowded into one room.
"No, splitting up won't help, we'll all get lost too," Keith gave Pidge a grateful look as the words left her lips, sagging in relief, "I'll just go look in the hallway, he might've just left to find a bathroom or something."
Allura looked a little confused, but Shiro seemed to understand what Pidge was doing, and gave her a thankful nodd, "Alright, Pidge, just be back in five minutes."
"Gotcha."
To be honest, volunteering to be the one to look for Lance wasn't just for Keith's benefit. The ballroom was absolutely sweltering and louder than a New York subway. Slipping out and into the outer corridor was like taking a breath of fresh air.
"Now where are you, you stupid noodle boy," Pidge muttered to herself, picking a direction and setting off down the hallway.
As it turned out, it didn't take long to find the blue paladin. He wasn't exactly hiding. And after finding out what he was doing, Pidge almost wished he was hiding.
"Oh my god."
Lance was pinned against the sandstone wall, held there by none other than Prince Tikroz himself. For half a moment, Pidge started to panic, wondering how the hell she was going to pull a man twice her height off her friend, but it soon became clear that Lance was in no need of rescue. The two were making out. Passionately. Lance's hands were tangled through Tikroz's long, dark hair, and Tikroz's hands were clenched in the white fabric of Lance's dress.
"Dude," was all she could really think to say.
Lance broke the kiss just long enough to gasp out, "Fuck off, Pidge."
"Allura's gonna have an aneurysm when she finds out!"
Lance didn't bother trying to respond, just flashing a middle finger over Tikroz's oblivious shoulder.
Pidge rolled her eyes and faked a gag, vividly reminded of Matt's many escapades, and she was once again very glad that she was ace. "I'm gonna go gouge my eyes out." She groaned, spinning around and heading back to the ballroom.
Judging by the sounds coming from behind her, she might as well do her ears too.
NOOO BUT KLANCE!
Don't worry, there's more awkward Keith and oblivious Lance in the next chapter!
Pidge is an exasperated Ace
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