(Prompt: Competition between two people on anything/your choice/ and write three different parts- finding out, preparing for the competition, and the challenge itself)

Part 2- Prep

Keith rubbed his eyes, waking up already too drowsy to stand. It was the next morning, the morning of the competition with Lance.

"Shit." He rolled onto the cold castle floor, Allura's voice already on the intercom.

It had been so stupid to agree to this, but he couldn't resist. Like always- if Lance attempted something, Keith had to do it better.

He wasn't even a competitive person..until it came to Lance.

But what was done was done. And he regretted it. Not because he thought he would lose, he figured they had around the same tolerance, but because of what he feared he would say when he was intoxicated. 

"Keith?" It was Pidge. Of course she was here to tell him what he already knew.

"Come in." He said, quickly standing up.

She burst through the door, her glasses giving off a slightly intimidating glint. 

"This is the dumbest thing yet that you've done." She plopped on his bed, shaking her head.

"I'm so disappointed, you've stooped down to his level. Do you realize that?" She continued.

"Uh.." Was all Keith said.

"What were you even thinking?!" 

"I don't know! I just had to take him up on it! It's this weird thing in my chest-"

"Heh yeah I know it's called your gay." She laughed.

Keith blushed."Let's just hope I don't say anything stupid.."

"Who knows. He might confess his feelings." Pidge said nonchalantly, cleaning her finger nail.

Keith glanced at her. "Yeah, thats funny. He doesn't like me back."

Pidge smirked. "You don't know." She poked him in the arm.

He rolled away. "What do you know?" He demanded.

She shrugged. "Nothing..." She smiled innocently. 

"Oh you lil-" he sprang after her but she was already out the door, bounding down the hall laughing.

Keith ran after her, until he ran into a soft belly.

He frowned. It was Hunk. "Oh sorry-"

With Lance.

"Oh hey Keith." Hunk said, waving. "We were just talking about you. Weren't we pal?" He chuckled, elbowing Lance, who for a split second glared at him shaking his head.

But then he was grinning that impossibly bright shit eating grin.

"So you ready to lose Mullet?" He smirked.