[C] One Song Glory

"Statistically speaking, with so many fashion faux pas in the room, there has to be someone else to negate them," came Willow's own purr, her eyes flicking purposefully over Ciro and Maddox.

Maddox shrugged. "Ciro is a goody two shoes who wont take a sick day to watch us audition for our next show," he explained with a slow shake of his head.

Really, what was one fake sick day?

Everyone took at least one in their time.

She rolled her eyes, fake lashes fluttering.

"I am pretty sure he will be on death's doorstep and he will still put on a pair of skates."

The amount of times she had to force him to stay in bed was ridiculous. He always made himself sicker by insisting he was fine.

"So, was that song from a show you are doing now or just done?"

"The one we're auditioning for in a couple of days," Maddox replied. he perched on the edge of the table.

"The male head and the female lead. I'm playing the male in the production. Willow still won't share who she's planning on auditioning for."

He sent a dirty look at his sugar mama.

her lips curled at Maddox's declaration.

"I thought it was after the audition you were given your parts? A bit cocky to think you've got it already."

She kept her eyes on Maddox, even as Ciro passed her a chilled glass of wine.

"Who knows? Maybe someone younger might come along and snatch it all away."

"Please, you've spent how long with me? That audition is in the bag."

Who was Nicola trying to fool? He totally had that audition and no amount of new kids would beat his sheer amount of talent.

"He has it," Willow confirmed. "And I'll have the part I audition for."

The two of them dominated that theatre. It would be a dark day when either of them were shown up by others.

"Okay," she said, both eyebrows raised as she took a sip.

"Just going to be a bit embarrassing if you don't get the part now."

"They are totally going to be the leads!" Ciro piped up.

He brought everyone's drinks over to the table so he didn't have to keep going up to the bar, topping up both his and Willow's drink.

He also set down a bottle opener in front of Maddox. He didn't want his glass coffee table being chipped - it was a one of a kind piece.

"I'll be fine, tesoro." He waved off her comments easily. "No embarrassment here."

"Now that's a bare face lie," Willow commented, picking up her glass and tipping it slightly towards Ciro in thanks before taking a sip.

"Hush up, Will."

Nicola laughed at Willow's comment.

Sure they both had incredible voices, but who knows what the future had in store for them? The unexpected normally happens, and it was rarely fun.

She thinks herself as a realist; Ciro just calls her pessimistic.

"We should play a drinking game," Ciro suggested only to get a light grown from Nicola.

"Last time that happened... Well, who the fuck knows what happened that night."

Maddox smirked.

"I am all up for a drinking game." He definitely wanted in on a drinking game with Willow and Nicola involved.

It would be beyond fun.

"Okay, so," he leaned forward to tick them off his fingers, "there is spin the bottle - but that would get very boring very quickly. Let me think... Oh! Ring of fire, Would You Rather - but I think you need an odd number of people for that game... Umm... Never have I Ever, Truth or Dare-"

"I didn't realise this was a twelve-year-old's sleepover," Nicola interjected.

Ciro threw Nicola a glare. It was the equivalent of a puppy growling.

"Can anyone else think of good drinking games?" He asked the other tree.

"I haven't played Ring of Fire since I was in America," Willow piped up.

"Never played it," Maddox threw his comment in.

"It's so fun. But... How about Russian roulette?" Willow purred, her eyes hooded as they swept over Nicola, then Ciro. "Are we all big girls and boys that enjoy a little bit of fun?"

Nicola smirked at Willow.

"I'm game."

"I think Ring of Fire would be fun! Especially if Maddox never played it before. We won't have to worry about shuffling the drinks around either and we will get drunk quicker."

Nicola waved her hand.

"Female lead has decided. We're playing Russian roulette."