Domenico approached the girls with his arms in front of his body. His fingers were playing with his rings as he gulped. He stood in front of them; both their eyes were on him now. The boy lifted his hand awkwardly, his bottom lip trembling as he was trying to speak loud enough so they can hear him. One of the two girls giggled, finding him cute, while the other stared at him with a growl.

"U-Uh, I just wanted to say you both are gorgeous...."

Domenico rubbed the back of his neck with a smile showing his teeth. The brunette gasped softly, thanking him while the person next to her, a girl with platinum purple hair covered in piercings, chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, aren't you cute!? I'm Beatrice, and this is my friend, Monica!"

The brunette pointed at her friend with a broad smile; she stayed silent with crossed arms looking away.

"I'm Domenico; it's nice to meet you, girls."

"Why don't you join us!? We were looking for some company, anyway!"

Beatrice asked him, the same smile playing off her lips. Domenico nodded and sat between them; he could see his cousin's grin in the distance. He lied back as Beatrice turned her head and started a conversation with him.

"So, Domenico, how old are you?"

"I'm... nineteen!"

"Oh, a whole adult! I am seventeen, but Monica is eighteen!"

Domenico nodded and turned his chin towards Monica, who was on her phone, not caring for the boy beside her at all. He looked at Damon for a second; Nicolas was whispering something to his ear. Whatever he said to him, it brought a wide smirk on the drug baron's lips. Damon nodded and said something back; Nicolas grinned before pointing at the back. The kingpin winked at him before he turned to Domenico, making a thumbs up. Domenico moved his head and smiled; Damon stood up and went behind the bar. Soon, he was out of the boy's eyesight.

"Did you know that guy?"

Beatrice questioned him as Domenico glared at her, confused.

"Which guy?"

"That one with the shirt that kept staring at us."

"Oh, he's my cousin, no worries!"

"Thank God, I thought he was a creep!"

Beatrice laughed, putting her hand on Domenico's shoulder; a blush crept into his cheeks. Luckily, it wasn't visible because of the quick light changes. She wrapped a tuft of her long hair around her index finger with a toothy smile.

"He looked cute; is he young?"

"I think he's close to his thirties, but I am not sure."

"He's too old for you, Beatrice."

Monica added in the end, receiving both their glares. She was quiet until now. Beatrice giggled cutely, moving her body with the music's rhythm.

"The older, the better, Monica!"

Monica just groaned and continued being on her phone, ignoring her friend.

After some more talking, a waitress stopped in front of them. She bowed a bit and let three glasses on the table; the three of them looked at her confused.

"We didn't order any drinks."

"Oh, they're on the house! Nicolas told me to bring you some vodka!"

Domenico looked at his glass and gulped and then at the waitress.

"Where's Damon?"

"He's busy with Nicolas, don't worry, kiddo! Enjoy your drinks!"

The waitress smiled politely before walking away. Domenico grabbed his glass and brought it close to his mouth.

"Vodka with grapefruit, it's been a while since we had some! Don't you agree, Monica?"

"Mhm...."

Monica held her glass between her fingers and sipped some. Beatrice did the same with a soft smile; Domenico was looking at both of them. He shrugged and drank a bit, a cough escaping his lips. He wasn't used to alcohol, and this drink was almost completely plain vodka. Monica looked at him, raising her eyebrow; he just pushed his palm in front of his lips.

"Are ya alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine... It's just I'm not used to strong drinks...."

The girl laughed and looked away; Domenico could see clearly her tongue piercing. Her laughter really lit up her face as she got a smile back from him.

"You don't sound British."

"I am from Italy...."

"Oh! Monica wants to study in Italy!"

Beatrice giggled as her friend his her face with a chuckle. She didn't like it when someone started talking about her.

"What do you want to study?"

Domenico turned his body forward to Monica as she puffed, playing with her fingers awkwardly.

"I want to go to a design and fashion academy...."

Monica always thought her dream was stupid, and Domenico would laugh with her. He just stood there in awe, gasping softly with wide eyes.

"That sounds amazing! I really hope your dream comes true!"

Monica turned red for a split second as she mumbled, "thanks". After a bit, Beatrice stood up and fixed her crimson red dress. Monica sighed and whispered under her breath, "Here we go again," as she glared at her friend.

"Where are you going?"

"I saw a cute guy, and I want to talk to him!'

"Fine, but don't leave the bar nor go to the toilets with him."

"Fine, "mom"!"

Beatrice showed her tongue to her friend and giggled before walking away. Monica rolled her eyes and stayed back with crossed arms.

The atmosphere between Domenico and Monica was awkward at first. Soon, the Italian tried to have a small conversation with her so they'll feel a bit more comfortable with each other.

"So.... Monica... I like your piercings!"

"Oh... Thanks...."

"Do you have a lot?"

"Well... On the nose, one on the tongue, one on the eyebrow, and about four at each ear...."

"C-Cool! I want to have a piercing on the ear too, but my father doesn't let me...."

"Oh, um... I hope he changes his opinion! They are pretty neat...."

"I hope so...."

There was silence again between them. By the time Domenico managed to drink half of his drink, Monica had already finished hers.

"So, Domenico... Are you single?"

Domenico jumped a bit as his eyes widened. Thoughts started rushing through his brain, trying to find something to say. She was waiting patiently for him as he was stressing out.

"Y-Yes, but I had countless relationships...! There was this girl I had been with for three years -"

"You look like you've never kissed a girl before, dude."

Domenico laughed awkwardly and raised his palms in front of his chest in defence.

"Yeah, you're right, you got me.... I am a total virgin... No relationships, kisses, nothing...."

"Dude, it's fine; there's nothing to be ashamed of!"

Monica smiled softly, putting her hand on his shoulder; Domenico sighed and nodded back with a soft grin.

"What about you?"

"I was with a dude named Alex... We were together for two years...."

"And?"

"Well...."

Monica looked down, sad. Domenico looked away, feeling bad he asked her.

"He... was a drug dealer, not the brightest star in the sky I know...."

"Did that make you break up with him?"

"N-no! It's just... He thought he was smart and tried to steal cocaine from Smiley... Smiley's, um... the biggest drug baron in the whole United Kingdom, or I believe so... Smiley got him though and...."

Monica pressed two of her fingers against her skull with wide eyes; her fingers were in the shape of a gun. She pressed her red lips together, her voice mimicking a gun's noise. Domenico gulped and lay back; her eyes were covering her silhouette.

"I am so sorry for your loss."

"He had it coming. Who would in the right mind try to mess up with such a powerful person!?

She puffed as Domenico nodded. It would really destroy the atmosphere if he turned to her and told her that that guy that her friend found cute was Smiley, the one and only who took her boyfriend down.

"Anyways...."

She moved closer to him, his shoulders tensed up, feeling her body against his.

"You're handsome; I can't see why you are single."

"I am... not a social butterfly at all."

"You had the guts to come and talk to two strangers, though."

"My cousin made me do it... He told me I had to socialize... I was quite nervous!"

Domenico laughed awkwardly; Monica's hazel eyes were stuck on him. They continued talking for a while. There was a smile on both their lips for a long time.

When Damon went to find his cousin, Monica was on top of Domenico as they were making out. The drug baron took a step back, not sure if that guy below the girl was Domenico. He coughed, trying to find a way to tell him it was time to go after making sure it was him.

After a bit, Domenico pulled away and glared at the person in front of him. He gulped with wide eyes and a red face as he saw Damon smirk at him. Monica was blushing madly, got off him, and looked away awkwardly.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, but we should be going, Domenico."

"Oh, y-yes, yes, of course!"

The boy stood up, fixing his T-shirt, embarrassed. The girl grabbed his hand and pulled it down, making his body move along. She kissed his cheek, leaving a red mark behind. Domenico turned redder, even if it seemed impossible. He waved softly at Monica as she giggled waved back.

On their way to the car, Damon turned to Domenico with a grin. The boy sighed, knowing already what was about to go down. He had a broad smirk on his lips from the moment they left the bar.

"So, did you enjoy it?"

"Uh, y-yes! It was AMAZING."

Domenico cheered; he hadn't even wipe away the mark. He could still feel her taste against his lips. The boy licked his upper lip, a chuckle escaping his mouth. He glared at Damon; there was a mark on his neck. He narrowed his eyes and laughed softly. That way, he grabbed his cousin's attention.

"Whatcha laughin' about, kiddo?"

"There's a... bruise on your neck."

Damon looked at him confused and took his phone out of his pocket, checking his neck against the black screen. His eyes widened, and he growled as he buttoned his shirt all the way to the top. He fixed the shirt's collar around his neck as he puffed.

"Who was the lucky lady, Damon?"

"We won't start that kind of conversation right now, Domenico."

He pressed a button on his car's keys, its doors being unlocked in seconds.

"Did you get her number?"

"I have her Snapchat."

Damon grinned, fastening his seatbelt. Domenico was growing up so fast in front of his eyes.

"Good one, dude."

On the way home, Domenico fell asleep while leaning against the window. His Iphonnneee was lying peacefully against his thigh. Damon was driving at a slower speed than usual as he had drunk enough whiskey and didn't want to wake up his cousin. He glared at the rearview mirror and then back at the road. Soon, Domenico's phone rang as its screen lit up. He had a new message. Damon grinned wide when he saw the name "Monica" pop up on the screen.

He laughed quietly, staring at the boy for a split second. Soon, his eyes were back on the road. It was his turn now as his phone's screen lit up with a new message. He looked at it quickly, not wanting to get his focus off the street. It was a message from a familiar person, a close buddy of his.

He rolled his eyes and sped the car, applying as much pressure as he wanted to the engine. The night ended up being more fun for both of them than he thought. Hopefully, Domenico's confidence received a slight boost after the make-out with that girl.

The next day would be significant for his cousin; maybe he would end up enjoying this kind of life even a bit. Damon was ready to take Domenico's side, though if Lazaro turned against him for not wanting to follow in his father's footsteps.

Domenico opened his eyes and yawned before rubbing his face in distress. He looked exhausted.

"Are we home yet?"

"Almost, buddy."