Setting: A Normal Day on Arus. The VF are waiting for Lotor and Zarkon to strike again, as usual.
Warning: Minor stupidity ahead. (And a few swear words, and some sexual innuendo/adult situations,
you know the drill...
Please forgive me if I bash your favorite character- no one will be spared. Hey, I tease out of affection.
----- Part 1
The Voltron Force and Coran were gathered in Castle Control, trying (and not very successfully) to prepare
for their latest mission. Keith stood looking stern. His mother warned him when he was little that if he kept making
that face, it would freeze that way. She was right. He was the celebrity spokesman for the Frozen Faces Foundation
of Arus in his free time. They were at the cutting edge of the hunt for a cure to this unfortunate medical ailment.
Lance had pulled out the compact mirror he always carried in his pocket and was fixing his hair (even though he
thought it was too damn near perfect to ever NEED fixing) and blowing kisses at his adorable reflection. Hunk wolfed
down a six-layer chocolate cake whole to tide him over until dinnertime. Coran was leaning against a wall, snoring.
Pidge had been staring, slack-jawed, into a glowing green computer screen for the last two hours and was starting
to drool as the radiation from the monitor turned his once-sharp brain to mush.
Allura decided to rebel against the latest super-duper heroic mission. Nothing else exciting was happening at
the moment.
"This is your lamest idea yet, Keith!" Allura snapped, with a slightly bitchy stomp of her foot to underscore her agitation.
"No, Princess, it'll work," he insisted. "Right team?" The others all bobbed their heads in agreement.
Allura gaped at him like he was insane. "Let me get this straight. You want me to go on a date with Lotor??!!!
Have you all lost your minds?"
"Not a real date, Princess." Lance interrupted. "He's always asking you out, so we thought if you took him up on
it and acted nicer to him, you could get him to talk about his plans for the raid on the Devon mining colony."
Allura squinted with revulsion at the script in her hand and remarked, "Jeeez, World Events should fire the hacks
who came up with this piece of shit plot."
"Hey! You can't say 'shit' in a cartoon!" Hunk said.
"Don't worry, they'll dub it out," Lance assured him.
Coran woke up suddenly with a surprised snort when someone elbowed him in the ribs. He'd almost missed his
cue again. "You have a certain influence on Lotor," he informed Allura, sticking firm to the excruciatingly bad
script. "Use it."
"So you think he's just going to tell me everything? What do you expect me to say? Something like, 'Hey, Lotor,
what about those top-secret plans of yours? C'mon, my little studmuffin, you can tell me, I swear I won't tell anybody.'
He's not THAT stupid."
"He'll talk if you use this," said Hunk, as he presented her with a bottle of dark red wine.
"I'm supposed to get him drunk? This is your big plan?"
"Uh, wait a minute- maybe you'd better take another one," Hunk passed her a second bottle. "He drinks a LOT.
That guy can really hold his liquor."
She eyed them suspiciously. "Are you sure that stuff you guys were smoking last night didn't cause any brain damage?"
"Hey, I resemble that remark!" Pidge came out of his techno-coma long enough to defend himself. "I grew it
myself in the basement. It's perfectly safe. I'm a kid genius, for cryin' out loud! I'm like, an expert in astrology and
chemistry and stuff."
"Astronomy," Keith corrected absently. Still stern-faced. "Right team?"
Doesn't he know any other words? Allura thought, irritated.
"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Ast-ro-no-my." Pidge mumbled, his eyes starting to glaze over again.
Hunk tried snapping his fingers a few times in front of the teenager's face to revive him from his stupor. He asked
Lance in a stage whisper, "How long HAS Pidge been smoking those things? Maybe he is getting stupider."
"I heard that, you big doofus!"
Just then, Nanny barrelled into the room, wheezing with the strain of carrying Allura's longest, poofiest, frilliest pink
and white ball gown in her arms, the one with enough material in it to make three additional floor-length dresses.
She dumped the thing into a nearby chair with a gusty sigh of relief and proclaimed, "I theenk you should vear thees
on your date tonight, Preencess." Her unsolicited opinion was not welcomed by the "Preencess."
"You brought NANNY in on this too?" Allura was really pissed off now.
Not that it did her a bit of good. "You'd better go get ready, Allura," Coran told her in a tired sounding voice. He
yawned broadly. "I'm going to get some sleep."
"Already? It's only three o'clock in the afternoon! You've got another hour before your usual bedtime," Keith said.
"Yeah, but I'm bored already," he explained. "See you later."
"See ya!" they all chirped sappily in unison.
Allura was promptly dragged off by Nanny to get dressed for her date.
Getting Lucky - Chapter Two