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“Oh come on. I'm not that bad!” Lance chimed, his drink sloshing in a unflattering way.
“Oh please . You have banged way too many people. Name one friend you haven't slept with.” Pidge mocked.
“Uh…” Lance mumbled, a little too drunk for this. “Shay…?”
“I would hope not. I already told you she was off-limits.” Hunk huffed, the only sober one of the three.
They we're talking at a bar, currently celebrating Pidge’s twenty first birthday. Or well… Lance and Pidge were. Hunk was the designated driver for the night, but he didn't mind. He wasn't a big fan of hangovers.
“Dude!” Lance blurted. “I would never. You know my policy. Couples are off-limits unless both parties have expressly agreed beforehand.”
Pidge snickered. “Still a slut.”
Lance gasped in a dramatic way. “How rude. Just tell me you want another taste Pigeon .”
“Meh. Not really.” Pidge laughed. “One time with you is enough. I'm not looking for seconds… besides aren't you dating that one chick?”
“Nyma? No. She kinda took the kinky stuff too far and left me tied to a tree in the woods.” Lance rolled his eyes.
“How long were you dating her again?” Hunk asked.
“Like… two weeks?” Lance shrugged, he didn't want to talk about her.
“Still doesn't break your record. Who was that one dude?” Pidge required, drunkenly red in the face.
“Who… oh. You mean Lotor. Yeah we talked for a week, and then hooked up. The day after he tried to ask for my hand in marriage for a rather large sum of money. I told him no, but I didn't block him. Just cause I'm not marriage material doesn't mean the sex wasn't really good.” Lance took another sip of his fruity drink, which was almost empty. “Having a fun twenty first Pidge?”
“Ah I love hanging out with you guys. Stinks you all are so busy these days. I'm just glad you two made it.” She said with a smile before knocking back a shot.
“Please be careful Pidge. I don't wanna take you to the hospital.” Hunk sighed, and gave the bartender a look that said ' if you gave them another drink I will lose my shit ’.
“Hey is that guy giving me eyes or am I delusional?” Lance cooed, nodding towards a stranger clad in black and red. “His haircut sucks, but his body seems yummy.”
“You're probably delusional.” Pidge laughed.
“I'm gonna talk to him.” Lance laughed. “Maybe take him home with me.”
“No way Lance! I'm your ride.” Hunk balked.
“I'll call a Lyft.” Lance said before happily hopping off the bar stood. Hunk's worry was just a after thought in his mind.
“Five bucks he gets dumped.” Pidge said to Hunk as Lance waltzed off.
“Five bucks says he won't.” Hunk laughed.
“Deal.” Pidge held out her hand to Hunk.
“Deal.” Hunk said, shaking her hand before turning his attention once more to Lance.
Lance was a charming fellow. He sure was.
“Did you come from outer space? Because you're outta this world .” Lance cooed at the stranger.
Pidge thought she was gonna win, until the stranger freaking blushed.
“That lines stupid. I bet you use it on everybody.” The stranger stared angrily into his drink, blush still evident on his face.
“Only the hot ones. The name's Lance by the way.” Lance said, leaning on the stranger's table.
“Keith.” The stranger said, a little baffled at the man in front of him.
“Oh well hello Keith… did you come alone?” Lance questioned.
“I did…” Keith twirled his semi-long hair between his fingers.
“Were you planning on leaving alone?” Lance inquired, leaning a tad bit closer.
“Not anymore.” Keith smiled shyly.
“Me either. Wanna come back to my place handsome?” Lance cooed.
“Absolutely.” Keith smirked.
Lance shot a wink at his friends.
Hunk laughed, and Pidge groaned.