(Just at realized I left some notes at the top, sorry guys)

A goofy smile covers Lance's face as he falls back into his bed. "Lance, are you ok?" Lonnie asked, popping her head around the corner. "Is it the boy that stayed over last night?" She asks, raising her eyebrow Lance would.

"Yeah Lance, you're acting like a dummy," Theo says, appearing behind her, copying her same expression.

"I regret teaching you that," Lance says, kicking himself up from his bed. "Look, I got to get to work. You ready?" He asks, grabbing his duffle bag underneath his bed. Plopping the bag onto his mattress, Lance zips it open, pulling out his blue mask. Carefully, his thumb rubs the fabric as he sadly smiles at it. "Yeah. Let's get going," he pulls his eyes away, faking a smile at just a few of his younger siblings.

*

Coming to a stop, Lance unlocks the doors to his dad's car, letting his siblings run wild to their friends. Calmly, he smiles to himself as he steps out of the vehicle, locking it. With a deep breath, he takes in the smell of true nature. "I love this," he whispers to himself while he wakes into the hideout.

"Lance!" Allura's angry voice fills his ears from afar. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" She yells, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to her face. "Sleeping with the enemy?!" She roars again, letting go of his shirt and taking a step back to breathe. Her fingers pinch the bridge  of her nose. "Was that really a good idea?" She exhales, her eyes weary with stress.

"I told him not to," Pidge states flatly, arms crossed.

"Oh shut up, Pidge. You were just as drunk as me," he shoots back, scowling at the tiny girl.

"So, not at all," Hunk jump in, placing a hand on Lance's shoulder.

Lance swipes his hand away," oh shut up. I saw Shay trying to calm your crying ass down. You have no room to talk. At least, I got laid," he says smugly.

Hunk gasps dramatically, pretending to faint into Pidge's short arms. "You win this time," he says, pointing at Lance before playing dead.

"Dream queen."

"Like you're one to talk," Pidge says, dropping Hunk with a thump.

A cocky smile pulls at Lance lips," I'm the master at it," he teases, arms crossed.

A grumpy huff leaves Allura. "You know what? Let's just get this job down. I'll chew you up and spit you out later." Her fingers rub the bridge of her nose as she walks away from a smirking Lance.

"Can do!" Lance cheers, saluting her.

*

Lance's rifle is pointed at a window. He was the destination. Taking a deep breath, he pulls the trigger.

The glass shattered, making the father run to the sound. Quickly, he bolted down the fire escape. Allura snuck through the back, ready to grab the kids.

"Hello there blue," Keith spoke from behind.

Lance stopped in his tracks, shocked. Then, he smirks, turning around to face officer. "Hey there baby," he coos knowing that Keith doesn't know who he is. "You gonna shot me? You'll regret that if you do,"

"I just want to talk," Keith said, his hand gently out.

"Oh, I love it went you talk to me baby," Lance teases, moving closer.

Keith cringes at the criminals flirting. "This isn't why I'm here, and—and I-I'm with someone," Keith says, face turning red.

Lance hides his blush behind his mask, chuckling at how Keith admitted that he wanted to be with Lance. "That's cute," he teases.

"I'm serious–"

"Blue!" Pink yells, pulling out her gun, aiming it at Keith. "Get on the bike, we'll talk about this later," she growls.

"Pink, I can handle this," Lance says, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She jerks her shoulder back," back off blue," she hisses, ready to send the other boy a warning shot.

"I want to make a deal!" Keith interrupts the twos argument, causing them pair to snap their heads his way.

"What is it?!" Allura demands.

"Like I said, I want to make a deal."