The whole 'actually legal to drink' thing is pretty new for Marco - it's not like he hadn't drunk before back home, but it was never really legal, just something he got away with because he was famous and people were willing to overlook things for famous people. So Marco had had a few drinks at parties and enjoyed it more than he felt totally comfortable with, and that was that.

But here, walking into a bar and ordering a drink is totally a thing he can do, and so every now and again, he does. Today is one of those days, and he's going the whole hog, sitting at the bar on a stool with a drink just like a guy in an old black-and-white movie, except way more cute than distantly handsome and without an awesome fedora. Oh, and not exactly drinking whiskey on the rocks either.

When the guy next to him asks what that shit he's having is, Marco raises both eyebrows, in an expression of mock offense.

"Excuse me? The piña colada is a perfectly valid and frankly classic thing to drink, okay?"