The next generation (The strings of fate)

Marocelli POV

Maro admired Deacon's home. It was almost dark and sensual with it's deep browns and reds. There were many lights that gave off an orange glow. Off of his kitchen was a full bar at which he went behind and started to make drinks.

"I haven't been to a good bar in awhile." Armando grinned sitting right across from Deacon.

"Keep being sweet and the bartender might have to take you home." Deacon said, smirking as he mixed whatever liquid he had poured into a glass. Maro flushed, Deacon was so brash and it surprised him. After having spent two months with the man Maro was a bit thrown off at how open he was.

Constance laughed as she approached the two at the bar and shook her head. Her hair started to fall out of the bun she put it in slightly. "No shyness from you." She teased.

"Never." Deacon laughed. Maro followed her and pulled out a stool for her to sit before he took a seat next to Armando. Maro jumped in surprise at a loud grinding sound. Deacon was using a little machine that was making the noise.

"Is this why you called him baby girl? Trying to get me a man?" Armando asked Constance with a knowing smile. Deacon chuckled as he poured the drink he had made into a glass and set it in front of Constance.

Constance gasped and coyly placed her hand over her chest. "What? I would never." Sarcasm dripped from her words. She eyed the drink and looked at Deacon. "It's virgin right?"

"Yes. We gotta keep that baby safe, don't we?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Baby!?" Armando's face lit up as he jumped out of his stool. "You're pregnant!?" He yelled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and swirled her around in a quick circle. Maro laughed but nervously reached out to catch her just in case.

Constance giggled Maro could feel that she was excited. "Yes! Hahaha I didn't even know, Deacon had to tell me." She playfully stuck her tongue out at Deacon. Armando carefully set her down and helped her back to her seat.

"You were clueless! I wasn't about to let you go to your possible death without knowing." Deacon pretended to be annoyed but couldn't hold back his grin.

"Insightful, kind and cute. The whole package." Armando flirted at Deacon.

Deacon's eyes lit up. "You do know how to flirt. Perfect." Maro looked between them and sighed. It felt like being a third wheel, he was glad he had Constance. She smiled at the pair before she sipped her drink, one of her hands grabbed one of Maros and her thumb rubbed the back of his hand.

Armando went to sit back down next to Maro, patting his back lightly before he took a drink that Deacon offered. Armando stopped, his eyes went wide. "This is delicious. How did you know?"

"Intuition." Deacon grinned proudly before continuing to make more drinks. Armando slid the glass to Maro.

"It is strong, but smooth. Try it to see if you like it." Armando told him. Maro looked at him hesitantly, still holding Constance's hand as he picked up the glass. He sniffed it and couldn't hold back the wrinkling of his nose. It burnt his nostrils.

"I don't think Marocelli is a whiskey man." Deacon laughed, making a third drink and setting it infront of Maro. Maro took a small sip of Armando's drink. The taste immediately assaulted him and as he swallowed quickly it left a streak of heat that settled in his gut. Maro couldn't stop the face he made, shaking his head quickly. Deacon laughed again as Armando patted Maro's back comfortingly.

Constance giggled at him slightly before she patted his head. "Maybe something a little sweeter." She laughed to Deacon.

"Exactly what this is. Go on, try this one." Deacon said, sliding the drink closer. Maro looked at him for a moment. He didn't know what to expect but if it was anything like the other drink Maro was sure he wouldn't like it. He sniffed it cautiously, when he didn't smell anything but juice he took a sip. The flavors exploded in his mouth and he couldn't help but smile.