"I can't believe you're making me do this!" Keith glared at Lance and shook the flimsy black material at him. "Why the hell did you agree to that damn bet anyway?"

"I don't know!" Lance glared back, temper equally as short. "I was on pain medication at the time!"

"This is why you don't even contemplate making bets while drugged up!" Keith sat down suddenly and spread the costume out in his hands. He shuddered in disgust. "There is no way in hell that I'm doing this."

"Look, we're doing, so you have to do it." Hunk tugged on the hem of his outfit. "Lance, don't you think this is a little short?"

Lance shrugged. "It's supposed to be short, so I guess the shorter the better." He tugged at his ear. "What I'm trying to figure out is how we're supposed to walk."

"Like this." Pidge strutted in demonstration, executed a sharp turn and returned to his original place by the water cooler. He blushed at the stares that were aimed in his direction. "What? It's a co-ordination thing. Besides, I'm used to it. I need the height, especially around you guys."

Lance looked the shortest boy up and down. "Yeah. I suppose you would be."

"This is such a stupid idea. You're an idiot, Lance."

"I was drugged!"

"So?" Keith shot a desperate glance at Sven. "Come on, buddy, back me up here. You don't want to do this either, right? Parading in front of all those Alliance officials, wearing this? Even if it is Halloween, I don't think that they're going to find this particularly acceptable."

Sven looked down, a faint blush reddening his cheeks. "I dunno. I kinda like it."

Keith sighed and eyed the costume again. "I can't believe this. Why'd you have to involve all of us in the bet?"

"Because it wouldn't work without five people. Now, are you going to strip or am I going to have to get Hunk to sit on you and force you to get naked?"

Keith sighed. "No, no, I'll do it." He pulled of his shirt and folded it neatly, placing it on the ground before looking at Lance with disapproving eyes. "But really, Lance, the Spice Girls?"

Lance sighed. "Look, at least I didn't agree to have us dress up as American Girls, all right?" He eyed Keith speculatively. "Although I must admit that you would have made a great blond."

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