Betting On You (part 1/?) - cosplay au;
This is the first part of a Voltron fic that I'm writing for @turnourterrorintogold. I hope you like it! :)
Pairings: Shidge (Shiro and Pidge); side Allurance (Allura and Lance)
Some could say that Pidge is a little competitive. Others might even say that the girl’s need to obliterate her opponents in a friendly board game isn’t exactly healthy. Pidge would say that such comments could only come from sore losers. In this case, Hunk and Lance respectively.
But finally the day had come when her thirst for victory, for the first time ever, would put the girl in a hairy situation.
“You know what, I think we have to spice things up a little.” Said Lance, tossing his cards on the coffee table in front of the sofa, around which he was playing UNO with Hunk and Pidge.
“Lance, this is UNO, not poker, it’s not gonna be any “spicier” than this. These fries though are another story: did you boil them in salted water before frying them, like I told you?” said Hunk, looking disapprovingly at the sad, withered fries that Lance insisted on preparing from scratch, instead of buying pre-fried, frozen ones. Of course it had little to do with eating a healthier version of french fries, as it had with the fact that the boy was procrastinating his responsibilities as a college student. Again.
“Yeah, and you’re bored just because you haven’t won a single time yet.” said Pidge, taking another sip of her beer while shuffling the cards, after her third victory.
“Look! You know that I need to warm up my brain a little before playing for real, and can a guy share some thoughts without being bombarded with criticism?” said Lance, crossing his arms in indignation.
Pidge and Hunk rolled their eyes at their friend’s drama, but made a gesture for him to keep going, anyway.
“OK, so: as we all know, Tomo Con will take place two months from now, when I’ll finally meet my goddess, @assassin_warrior154, creator of the best web comic series ever made in this galaxy, voice of the best characters ever created, owner of my very soul…”
“My bad, I got carried away. Anyway, as we all know, in said event happens the regional cosplay competition. The important thing is that this year’s prize is nothing more, nothing less than a GameStation4000.” Pausing dramatically (and doing jazz hands), he observed his friends as he waited for a reaction.
Pidge and Hunk looked at each other, both of them sporting dejected expressions of people who could have such a console in their hands only if they saved, for a few years, their miserable pay from the restaurant near campus. That is, if they could survive said period of time living off instant noodles.
“That’s really cool Lance, but… What exactly does that have to do with our card game?” Hunk inquired.
“Isn’t it obvious?! We all would love to win that rectangular babe, so I propose the following:” Snapping his fingers and positioning his chin between his thumb and index finger in a “v” shape, Lance announced his plan. “one of us could enter the competition!”
“Humm...” Pidge scratched her chin in thought, while Hunk said, with an arched eyebrow:
“So your idea is for the loser to have to try winning a contest of high competitiveness, going against people that prepare all year for it and are professionals in the art of interpreting a character to whom they chose to give life, even though we have zero experience in cosplay?”
“Well, not exactly, because the loser also has to wear a costume from a character chosen by the winners. And of course it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, it’s supposed to be a punishment, so…” said Lance, shrugging. “But I mean, it could be fun, it’s not all about the competition!”