Deacon's POV
"What are you drinking?" Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, delight shooting through him at her body shivering from just this.
"Coke," She whispered back. If he was a mere human, he would have had to lean in to catch her words.
"No alcohol?"
"Nope," She said, popping the p the way she seemed to do when she was starting to get her hackles up.
Nodding Deacon turned, putting his focus on the red head darting around the other side of the bar attending to the other patrons. Knocking his knuckles twice on the wooden surface, he turned his focus back at Mina, staring up at him in confusion. Opening her mouth, she looked to be ready to say something when, a throat cleared, pulling his attention forward and to the redhead now standing in front of him with a knowing smir
