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SilkDancer > The Mad Tea Party

SilkDancer: looks like we’re gonna need to change our party venue

TheRedKing: everything ok?

SilkDancer: I just got a text from my Mami 💖 they’re going to have Nadia and Sylvio for the night and just asked if I’d take them out trick or treating bc Rachel won’t be home in time for it and they always buy a truckload of candy for the neighborhood kids

Cinnamoroll: how do your parents feel about us having our party over there?

SilkDancer: I’ll find out brb

SilkDancer: we’re good

SilkDancer: hey, babe, how do you feel about coming along with me and the kidlets

TheRedKing: I think I’ll survive ;p

PigeonBot6000: we were going to use most of the same decorations for this party.  want us to come get them?

DancingQueen: Melle and I can pack them up and bring them to Oriande so no one has to make an extra trip

SilkDancer: love you Lura ❤

“All right, I think that’s everything,” Allura said as she dropped the last box of decorations into Lance’s trunk the next Monday.

Lance closed said trunk and hopped up onto the back of his car.  “Meh, even if it isn’t this is way more than enough.”

“And we’re all still on for Friday night, yeah?”

“Of course.  Gotta have a pre-party party to make sure everything’s set for the party.  And with that, I need to drag Keith off to see Florona for a last fitting before Friday, and then we’re dropping all this off at my parents’.”

“Give them my love and tell them I miss them,” Allura said as Lance slid off the trunk.

“You’ll see them on Saturday, Lura, but of course I will,” Lance said with a laugh.

Quite honestly, Lance wasn’t sure what he walked into or noticed first when he stepped inside Luxite.  Pidge was on her back-of-chair perch snickering, the familiar buzz of a tattoo machine told him that Matt was with a client, and Shiro and Hunk were setting up a table in the front gallery room ignoring the fact that Keith was sprawled across one of the leather sofas looking like he was completely done with every human alive.  One of the five of them was apparently in an odd music mood that day, the scene in front of him set to a mix of The Pixies and Radiohead.

“What happened in here?” Lance asked, sneaking in beside Pidge.

Pidge explained through barely contained giggles.  “So this guy wanted barbed wire – boring in the first place.  But he wanted it around his neck – they never get them finished.  Ever.  And the best part – he wanted it shaped like a hand with the fingers wrapping around from the back.  I saw the ‘sketch’.  It was awful.  I gotta admit, Keith was pretty patient trying to explain why his idea sucks.”

“What the actual fuck.  Even I think that sounds stupid.  Well, I’d better go rescue him from his own wallowing.  We have to go see Florona for a last fitting before the weekend.”

“We’ve got ours all done, although I did have to talk Matt down from trying to order a cheap fursuit off Amazon.  I love Halloween, really I do, and everything that goes with it, but this thing looked like a possessed Easter Bunny.”

“And on that note…”  Lance said and left Pidge to her giggle fit to drop onto the sofa beside his boyfriend.  He immediately found himself with a lapful of exasperated Alpha burrowing into whatever he could reach.

“Why do people have to be…like that,” Keith mumbled.

“No idea.  I’ve asked myself that every time I deal with an aggressive dance mom.  And as much as I would like to stay and snuggle, we have to get to Flora and then drop everything off at my parents’.  Come on, up.  Frank Black and Thom Yorke are definitely not helping with your mood.”

Keith allowed himself to be dragged off the sofa, pausing only long enough on the way out the door to grab his black leather jacket from where he’d left it on the back of the chair Pidge was perched on.  She smacked his shoulders several times for unsettling her, but he only laughed.

“You can’t hit for shit,” he said, still laughing.

“Nope.  But I know that about myself.  I go for the long game.  Watch your back, Kogane.”

Keith raised a single eyebrow at her while slipping his jacket on.  “You forget that I’m also a younger sibling.  You won’t get me that easily.”

Pidge made a show of examining her nails.  “You say that, but we both know that Shiro is about as subtle as a brick with this kind of thing.”

Lance sneaked in beside her, making her jump.  “Yeah, that’s true, but I’m the baby of five.  And my siblings are that sneaky.  Maybe you should watch your back, Holt.”

“HolyfuckingshitLance,” she wheezed, “Yeah, ok, you might have made a point.  But just the one.  And you can’t be here all the time to protect him.  I’ll get him when he’s not looking.”

Keith snorted.  “I think you forget that we live together.  I’m used to his deviousness.”

Pidge scrunched up her face, shoving at them both.  “Ew.  No.  Go away.  Go to your appointment.  I do not need to hear about Lance and his deviousness.”

“Yeah, babe,” Lance said while pulling Keith toward the door, “I don’t think Pidgey wants to hear about our…deviousness.”