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As soon as the elevator door's closed, the amount of snickering was overwhelming. Though none of it was coming from Lance, all he had was a red face and a grumpy pout, "What are the chances-" Pidge stops talking for a moment to explode into laughter, "that he lives in our building."
"C' mon Pidge" Lance grumbled, his pout on doubling as he folded his arms, "It's not that funny, let's go play Mario Kart or something." They were all walking through the hall to Pidge and Romelle's apartment. "Fine fine, I'm sorry." The short girl said, "But I won't be sorry when I beat you at Rainbow Road!' The smug smile on Pidge's face only seemed to grow. Romelle unlocked the door and everyone piled inside and found a seat.
Before Pidge could even sit down, a dilute calico came and nuzzled up against her leg.
"I really don't see how you can get Clover to like you," Romelle said with a small huff. Pidge gave Clover a tiny mew before she returned to her spot in front of the air conditioning.
"I don't see how Pidge is so attached to a cat." Hunk said, "No offense, but I really thought you were more a technology person Pidge."
"She's a smart cat that has good taste in people," Pidge replied with a shrug.
Lance kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the couch once more, "Okay, I know I seem exhausted but if you really want to apologize for earlier Pidgeon, we can play some Just Dance 3."
"Um no, even if you 'seem exhausted,' I really am tired and prefer an activity that doesn't involve me getting up," Pidge said. With an overdramatic scoff, Lance whined, "We were going to do Take On Me!" And he started to act out some of the dance moves he had memorized.
"Well, how about we play a different game so nobody throws a hissy fit, like Truth or Dare!" Romelle piped up with little jazz hands as she said the name of the game. Pidge gave a scoff, "Romelle you are so cliche." The blonde girl gave a smile, "I do what I do, even if it's cliche." She said, her voice never lost its cheer. "I am for team cliche, I wanna see what the new gossip is." Hunk said in a dramatic tone of voice. Pidge gave another shrug, "I'm down for getting more dirt on Lance, So Lance," The boy in question was frozen in place as he was getting up to leave the scene. "Sit down Pointy Chin, it's tea time," Romelle said with a giggle.
"Okay, Lover Boy, spill the beans." Pidge started, "There are no beans to spill." Lance said with a nervous laugh, "plus, isn't this truth or dare?" He asked "the lamest game there is and we totally shouldn't play" he added under his breath.
"What was that?"
"NOTHING!"
"That's what I thought, truth or dare?" Before the question was fully done being spoken, it was cut off by a "Dare!"
Pidge pondered for a moment, everyone always asked the question before they had a follow-up, "I dare you to go speak to pretty boy." She said, with a devilish smirk on her face.