Rosemary- Klance

Chapter 1

"We're going out tonight, you can't back out again," Hunk said, sorting through Lance's closet before deciding on a blue button up shirt. He threw it on the bed beside Lance, who was laying with his face partially shoved into his pillow. "You can't just avoid going out, even if you're sad. And if you still don't want to be there, then we'll leave. Do this for me, please?" Hunk looked at Lance, eyes silently pleading further.

"I already said I'd go, but I'm not promising that I'll enjoy it. Is Pidge coming?" Lance sat up from his previous position on his bed, looking directly at Hunk. "Knowing her, even though she isn't legal, she'll find a way in," Lance sighed, thinking about how Pidge told him about her new fake ID that she'd managed to forge, and he was too afraid to ask how.

"She'll be there, but only because there's somebody playing tonight and apparently they have a lot of fans, but she said she won't be drinking, thank god," Hunk shook his head, now shovelling through Lances drawer of different pants. He held one up before deciding against it, and pulling out a pair of tighter khakis that matched the darker blue shirt. "Put this on, I'll wait in the living room, we're leaving in five minutes," Hunk said, turning and leaving the room.

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When Lance walked down the walkway that lead to the living room, he fixed one of his sleeves, which was rolled up, and Hunk looked up from his phone. Hunk have him a small, but grateful smile.

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They arrived, and they could hear the loud music from outside the bar, and a pang if anxiety flew through Lance's entire body. No going back now. Bright flashes of blue and red shone through the windows, and Lance was intimidated by the bouncer that stood by the entrance. They showed their ID's and were let inside.

"Woah," Lance gaped, looking at the amount of people that were inside. There were a lot of people dancing, some kissing, and there were even a few randoms passed out at tables. The band that was playing was odd, in Lance's opinion, because everyone on stage had very different style, but maybe that was just how they wanted it to look. The music was loud, and even Lance, who failed music class because he was so bad at playing the flute, could immediately tell that their guitarist was not that good. Hunk smiled at him, silently gloating. He knew that Lance was slightly impressed with this place, and even though he would never tell Lance, he was proud that he had convinced Lance to come out tonight. Maybe some fresh faces and a few shots could distract him from Erica, his girlfr-, Ex-girlfriend, for even just a night.

"I'll get us drinks, you find us somewhere to sit," Hunk said, walking towards the bar. Lance looked around some more, and he realized that a lot of the people here were really attractive. Mind the few people who were nowhere near his type, and the few older people who mingled. He took a few steps forward, looking for a table when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

To your left

Lance looked as soon as he understood what it meant, and sighed when he saw Pidge sitting at a small booth across the room. He made his way over to her, and eyed the drink she was holding.

"It's sprite, don't worry," She cringed. The last time she drank- well, it wasn't good. It may have ended with her losing her shoes and getting a tattoo, but at least drunk-Pidge decided a more discrete location for the tattoo's placement.

"How long have you been here?" Lance sat down in the booth, looking over the table at her. Her drink looked like she had just gotten it.

"Only ten minutes or so, I wanted to get a good seat," She smiled, taking another sip from her drink. She nodded her head towards the stage, which wasn't too far away from their booth, and Lance could've sworn he saw her eyes shine for a second.