Lance & Molly
Lance was so going to be ringing in the New Year at the Arcade. Pidge totally would have loved the place because of all the old fashioned games. That thought made him miss his friend, but he made up for it by playing all the games. Literally. Some games he played more than once, like the shooter games that he routinely did the best in. Honestly, he liked those games best because he liked being the center of attention.
The unfortunate part was that it seemed to be a bunch of guys who'd taken interest in his shooting. Boring. With a heavy, disappointed sigh, he handed over the rifle and wandered off to find some ladies. The whole point of going to a party was to have fun and snag the attention of some seriously attractive young women and Lance wasn't picky. He flirted and flitted about, which most people would recognize as him getting rejected and moving on but to him? He was just playing the field, keeping his options open.
He stopped in between flirting to the bar to get himself a mocktail. To his surprise - and pleasantly so - Molly Walker just so happened to be right next to him. "Well hello there," Lance greeted, turning on the charm to a zillion. He'd had a ton of fun with her and Colin, even if it had felt more like being an uncle than a dad.