Pidge walked up the stairs Lance behind her with his head down. She was a little annoyed with him and he knew it. Lance looked up at her. Noticing her dress.

"You look nice. Did you have a date?" He asked.

"Yes, Lance. I told you earlier, remember." She said. "You were suppose to call Keith and Allura. That is what we agreed to. Why didn't you call them?"

"Last time Keith rammed my head into the car door. He swears it was an accident. And I did not want to see Kallura snuggling on my couch in the morning."

"He told me you said something rude to him." They made it to his apartment. She went through his keys. "Kallura?"

"Keith and Allura. I have one for Shiro and Matt. Shatt. Oh, that's terrible. So I interrupted your date?"

"Yes, you did." She unlocked his door. She let him in first. A yelp came from inside fallowed by tumbling noises. "Not again."

"Why is that chair there!?" She sighed as she turned the lights on. Lance glared at the arm chair.

"Patience yield focus." She said. "That chair has always been there. You just never moved it."

"Everyone says that!" Lance pointed out. "That focus yields patience. Even Hunk says it."

"Because it is the only thing keeping us from killing you after getting your calls to come and pick up your drunk ass." She throw his keys on the table by the door and turned to the door to leave. "I'll see you later."

"You're leaving?" He started giving her his puppy dog eyes. "I was hoping you'd stay." He looked more sad and pathetic than usual. "It's not safe for a young woman like you to be out alone." Pidge gave him the 'really' look.

"My bayard is in my purse."

"But you should not be out there alone." Pidge let out another sigh.

"Every time." She closed the door. "I'm barrowing something to sleep in."

"You left a pair of shorts. They're in the closet." He said. "I think everyone has figured they should leave stuff here for this reason. Allura may have left a shirt here." Pidge went to the closet and opened it. There was a box full of things that the others had left. She pulled the box out and put it on the back of the couch. She smelled the alcohol before she felt Lance wrap his arms around her. "Katie," He said in a low voice. "You look really nice." She rolled her eyes but never made a move to remove him.

"You say that every time." She pulled out the items she was looking for. "Does not matter what I wear. A nice dress or sweat pants." she picked up the box and pulled out of his grip.

"You look great in everything. Maybe nothing too." She knew when she turned around he would be giving her his best bedroom eyes. She pulled out a blanket and pillow from the closet too. "You don't have to sleep out here. I would not mind sharing my bed with you." She looked at him and sure enough he had a sly smile on his face and leaning on the back of the couch trying to be all suave.

"Not happening." She walked up to him and pushed him over the couch. "I'm not doing that for the same reason you would not with me in the same situation."

"I would not mind in the morning. I'd be happy as a clam and wonder why I'm happy."

"Exactly why it can't happen. I'd like you to remember. Now go to bed." He laid there for a while.

"Okay." He ungracefully got off the couch. He made his way to his room. Once the door was closed.

"Every time." She said to herself. "He can't hit on me when he's sober."