Frost slid back on the couch next to Paige holding a mug. "Here you go."
She handed him the mug. Taking a swig, he expected some kind of liquor or wine. To his surprise, it was coke. Looking at Leo for an answer, he just held up his zapper. With fake emotion he exclaims, "Yum, coke. Just what I wanted to drink."
"Good, I'm glad you enjoy it. There's plenty more where that came from," answers Paige not realizing he was kidding.
"Hey Leo!" Leo looks around the room trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. He gave quick glances at his charges. "No you sick fuck; it's me, Deacon."
Leo's eyes widen. "I didn't know you can send messages."
Piper asked with concern, "Leo, what's wrong?"
With daggers in his eyes towards Frost, he falsely declared, "Nothing's wrong, Piper."
Nudging Leo to catch his attention Piper said, "Yoo hoo! Leo!"
He snapped out of his cold stare. "What? Piper did you say something?"
When his drink was near empty and a bitter taste was on his tongue, Deacon gawked at Paige.
Phoebe finally decided to break her silence. "Hey Derek! Stop staring at her! "How can she get my name wrong?" Shifting in his seat, he turns to Phoebe. "It's Deacon." Now facing Paige once again, Frost asks, "So Paige, you busy tomorrow night."
"No," Paige began, "We can go to P3."
Cole Turner, magically appeared inside the door where no one can see him.
The vampire sniffed the air. "What the fuck is that smell? It smells like a fucking…" Cole comes into the living room and Deacon's jaw gapes open. "…demon."