Rosemary- Klance

Chapter 3

Lance was busy moping about Pidge's teasing, so he didn't realize the obnoxious music had stopped playing until he heard a familiar tune and knew that he's only heard one person had play like that. His mood faltered instantly.
Once again, they had managed to choose a table that wasn't far from the stage. There was plenty of room directly in front of the stage for the people drunk enough to embarrass themselves on the dance floor (mind the few people who knew exactly what they were doing).
Lance made some dumb excuse, that no one at their table believed, about stretching his legs and wandered over to the stage. If Lance was paying attention, he would've been able to hear Allura snicker playfully at his obvious intention, but he was busy trying not to crash into said embarrassing drunk dancers.

Keith decided to go about his performance as usual. Romelle, after the years they've known each other, found very effective ways to get him to chill out. Even though he wasn't as worried as before, he couldn't help but open his eyes to scan the crowd with short glances.

After making his way to the bar for a drink, he managed to get a spot close enough to the stage but far enough away from the crowd that he wasn't too worried about being body checked.
The song that was being played was much more upbeat than the previous one they performed at Altean Bar, and Lance loved it.
He finally summoned up enough courage to shift his gaze to the singer. Keith. God, even his name was nice. Lance felt like his head might implode from the information that, assuming his personality wasn't complete shit, this guy was the literal definition of 'his type'.
He hadn't actually dated many guys, being that more opportunities naturally arose from being with girls, but Lance had known he wasn't just interested in one gender since 5th grade when Mike from the class next door stole his first kiss and he didn't hate it.

Keith was making his usual 'glance at the crowd and act like I'm not looking for a specific person before looking away like it's part of the performance' again, for the umpteenth time.
Tonight, him and Romelle were scheduled to play two songs. Their first some was about to end, and he almost gave up hope that unknown handsome guy (a weak nickname he just thought of) wasn't actually going to be there, and as he finished the song, he found him. There he was, stupid blue eyes and obnoxiously nice hair, in a very (very) nice outfit, unknown handsome guy himself.

Oh my god.

Keith got far enough away from his mic that the verbal squeak he let out didn't quite catch. He held his gaze for a few seconds, confirming that, yes, that is him, and yes, he is also staring right back at him and, yes, he did look like a stammering idiot who forgot his lines again.
"We'll be back in a few minutes after a break! Party on!" Romelle said into her mic from behind Keith, and Keith sighed with relief. He turned away quickly after sending a small smile to the crowd (aka handsome man).
"Thank you, oh my god. I think I almost blew a fuse right then," Keith said, grabbing his water bottle. Romelle smirked,
"Keith, I could tell. You're so lucky you're not a solo artist 'cause you'd still be out there stammering away if it wasn't for me," She teased, bumping his shoulder. "Also, did you see that cutie at one of the tables? With long hair? God. She might be the prettiest girl I've ever seen," Romelle sighed. Being gay was a lot of work.
"Not her, but I saw him," Keith said.
"Him? As in, him him?"
"Yes, him and in him him."
"Did you feel the zing?"
"What?"
"The zing? Y'know, like 'oh, we're meant to be together. That's my soulmate' zing?"
"I was too busy trying not to fall off stage, I'll remember to check when we're back on." He said sarcastically. Romelle stuck her tongue out.

"Speaking of which, you guys have one minute," a staff member interrupted. Keith downed his water, checking his and Romelle's wardrobe quickly to make sure there weren't any tears. He felt his heart slam into his chest exactly 5 times before stepping back on stage. Handsome Guy was exactly where he was last time. Keith hoped that he didn't have a horrible personality and that he wasn't crushing on some guy who turned out to be a complete asshole. Wouldn't be a first.

Lance was watching. Keith had smiled at him. He wasn't able to move, and god he wish he had a good excuse for it but he almost died when he saw him smile. He's so cute. He was already back on stage, checking his mic. He glanced back at Lance right as someone stumbled off of the dance floor, headed right towards lance at about 400 miles an hour. Lance winced when they slammed into him, but he managed to keep his feet on the ground. The other person fell, and lance noticed soon after they hit the ground that someone was following close after, and angry look in their eyes.
"Woah woah," Lance said, putting himself between the person approaching and the person on the ground, "What's going on? No need for a fight," Lance reasoned. The person approaching stopped. People around them slowly realized what was going on, clearing the area and letting conversations die.

"He was hitting on my girlfriend. Get out of my way," the aggressor said, trying to go around Lance. Lance moved with them.

"Listen, everyone makes mistakes. Obviously he realizes she's taken now. There's nothing to solve, let it be." Lance said. He waited, and the aggressor glared at the person behind Lance before stalking off to find their girlfriend.

"God, what a prick. I didn't know she was taken." The guy basically fumed. "Thanks by the way. Sorry for spilling my drink on your pants." The guy mumbled. His pride was obviously wounded after the confrontation. People stopped paying attention to the situation after they realized nothing interesting would happen.

"No worries," Lance said. His Mama always taught him how to make situations better from a young age. (And thank the gods, Lance doesn't know how to fight to save his life.)

Keith was a little speechless. They delayed the song, seeing as there was a potential fight about to start. He saw everything. He was glad the other walked away before starting a physical fight, that would've sucked. But also, good on them for defending their girlfriend.
Keith watched as Handsome Guy walked towards the bathroom, and felt a little bit sad until Romelle gave him a cue to start the song.

Lance tried his best to wash his pants of, what smelled like, vodka. He liked those pants. Rest In Peace, nice pants. He left the washroom and went back to his table where his friends were all chatting about random things. He could hear the band playing again, but he felt too embarrassed to turn and watch.

"Where were you? There was a fight upfront. Did you see it?" Matt said, looking at Lance.

"It wasn't really a fight, someone got mad that a guy was hitting on their girlfriend. They walked away." He said.

"Oh. Well, anyways. Back to what I was saying..." Matt said, turning back to Pidge.

Allura turned to him.

"You enjoy the song? They're still playing. Why aren't you watching?" She asked

"He saw me get a drink spilled on me. It was embarrassing." He explained, pouting a bit while showing her the evidence.

"That's rough, buddy. You see that cutie playing the drums though? Totally my type," She said, resting her chin on her palm while staring dreamily at the stage.

"We're so weak for this band. Damn," Lance says.