Klance One Shots.

Dirty Tango.

(This one shot has a more professional and realistic feel to it. It'll end off with only the two, don't worry. For future reference, they won't have as much as a serious mindset. Hopefully.)

It was a beautiful night, down on Earth. There wasn't a cloud to be seen in the sky, and stars littered the dark midnight. Especially at the world's finest gala there was.

People littered the outside of the marvelous event, merely to get a picture of how grand the place was set up. Rather, on the inside, only a couple hundred were placed. Only the most successful and grand could enter, or only be invited. The most successful person that thrown the ball, Takashi Shirogane, firstly invited his close acquaintances, or friends in that matter. Also among the titles of successful.

Pidge Gunderson, the creator of the world's first flying automobile. Her wits and sharp thinking also blasted off America's finest into space and onto Pluto.

Keith Kogane, best known as the man who's agile enough to face many kill switched robots, only to reign triumph in decapitating them, one by one. He also is in the runnings for the title, "Most Flexible Man Alive".

Lance McClain, known as the world's best Olympic swimmers. With his unstoppable charm, and broad shoulders, he skyrocketed himself along with his fellow friends.

Hunk Garrett, the man who gained all do respect from Gordon Ramsay, and owns his own high in restaurant in L.A. Among the group of pals, they consider him the most friendliest. Not to mention his hidden singing talent.

After the black tie event filled it's maximum amount of people that's supposed to be there. Everything began to commence. Waiters and waitresses began filing out of the back rooms, all with a silver platter laid across their neatly gloved hands. Each with different samples.

They all made their way, scattered amongst the crowd. Lance and Hunk made their way toward the variety of servers, nicely requesting a sample of the food they had on the platter. They complied, and handed the pair a toothpick serving of the food. They soon made way to lean against a table nearby, taking a look around the place.

"Look at all these people here. Who knew Shiro knew Serena Williams." Lance started up the conversation, a hand shoved into his blazer pocket.

"Yeah, and how did he get this chicken to taste so tender? It has the perfect amount of seasoning and everything. He totally outdid himself this time!" Hunk happily replied, right cheek stuffed with the breaded chicken.

On the opposite side of the room stood Keith and Pidge, while Shiro stepped away to contend to a few gala on goers.

"So, how do you like another one of Shiro's grand galas?" Keith shoved both hands into his pockets, turning to face the smaller person next to him.

"Eh. It's less crowded than the last gathering. I think he learned his lesson in not inviting every other reckless celebrity there is." Pidge shrugged. "Black tie looks actually good on everyone."

"Yeah." Oddly colored pupils scanned the room, seeming to fixate on someone a few feet away from the two.

God Damn.

Lance's dress shirt complimented his broad upper body well, as his blazer was basically opened to his viewing pleasure. The tie accented his upper half, along with his perfectly tanned skin. Tallish, lanky figure. The pleat in his pants. Those long, diligent legs. And when his head turned, baby blue eyes casted a spell over Keith. Not to mention that jawline that could literally cut diamonds.

The more Keith let his mind wander, the darker the hue grew onto his semi pale face. It only made Pidge raise a brow at the man. She waved a hand in front of his face, and he shook his head.