Bad ideas- Klance ff

Chapter one- A night to remember

Loud music, moving bodies, sweat and alcohol. These were some of Lance's favourite late-night things. Going to the club. And when Hunk suggested they go- Hunk, lovely, beautiful, best friend of the year and entire decade Hunk suggested they go, Lance didn't have to be asked twice. Especially when he expected certain people to be there, after all, this club- Altea- was the one every student of their university, and pretty much all the schools and colleges in their neighbourhood, went to. It promised good music, great cocktails, a handsome bartender (not that Lance would ever admit he thought Keith Kogane was actually handsome, but... he just was! Objectively speaking! Lance had eyes and great taste. He wasn't blind to beauty, no matter their differences and Keith's apparent... bad... personality – and most importantly of all the things mentioned (according to all the desperate and needy teenagers and young adults out there), it promised a hook up for pretty much anyone. Therefore, Lance- being the social animal and horny boy he was- looked forward to the evening. Even Pidge would tag along, which she usually never did. But this night would be a special occasion.

It was a Friday. That was already an occasion, if anyone asked Lance. But they did have more reasons. Pidge's older brother Matt had picked the night to throw his little sister a belated birthday party at the Altea club, of course, where he worked part-time as a DJ. It had been Pidge's twentieth birthday two days ago, and even though almost no one knew what the occasion was, the club was filled with teenagers, young adults, and slightly older people that night.

The time read 10:30 pm when the three friends reached Altea. It was early, but Matt had claimed to have a surprise planned for Pidge that had them arrive a lot sooner than when they had actually planned to get there.

"So, Pidgeon, you ready for the best night ever?"

Pidge's face remained as emotionless as it had been the whole drive over there as Lance slid an arm around his friend's shoulder. "'Cause I am SO ready. Especially with Allura there!" Lance sighed, a light smile creeping up his face at the last sentence. He could almost hear the eye roll Pidge was giving him and smirked at the now twenty years old, who just pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Don't worry, Pidge. I'll be there to keep you company if this dumbass gets kicked out for being too much trouble," Hunk spoke up, resulting in Lance gripping his dark blue shirt where his flirty heart was supposed to be.

"You wound me, Hunk! Aren't you supposed to be the nice one?"

Hunk smiled innocently at his best friend. Lance gasped theatrically, taking two quick steps to turn around before them, walking backwards as he put a hand on his forehead. A grin formed on his lips as soon as he spots the hint of amusement pulling at the corners of Pidges lips.

Mission accomplished, he thought to himself, fully aware of how reluctant Pidge had been to get into his car half an hour ago. She didn't like big parties, and on top of that she didn't even know about 90% of the people who would undoubtably be there to drink and dance the night away.
Lance shot her an exaggerated wink and put a foot down to spin back around on it. Amidst the movement, he saw Hunk widen his eyes and hold a hand up to warn him, but it was already too late. With a lout thump, Lance bumped right into the body of someone walking through the clubs door in that exact moment. He felt the air getting pressed from his lungs as he stumbled backwards, instinctively flailing his arms in an attempt to gain back his balance- but to no avail. His eyes pressed shut as he silently prayed for a soft landing.
That was when he felt something cool at his hands. They immediately closed around it, gripping a handful of what felt like a leather jacket. He stemmed himself against the other person, apparently pulling enough to make them yelp and take another step forwards. Lance let out a relieved sigh when he came to a stop mid-fall. There were two arms around his waist, holding him up just enough for him to set both feet back on the ground and suck in a deep breath. He felt the leg of whoever had caught him press up against his, the foot attached to it standing behind him while the other leg was most likely before him, judging by how he could feel it between his own. The person definitely had a great stand, Lance thought.