Summary: Mackinnon and Marchand play a harmless prank on Celebrini at a bar in Milan all while their Captain watches.
“I’ll give you $100 if you go ask her out,” Nate nodded towards where you were standing at the bar, talking animatedly to another woman.
“Nate.” Sid warned.
“Oh come on, I’ll add another $100,” Brad chirped in, sipping his beer.
Macklin gulped, “I don’t know… she looks older than me, and really… confident.”
They could hear the nerves in his voice. Sid shook his head at the teasing.
It was their last night in Milan, and they found themselves taking over a bar with other Canadian olympians and their families.
“Even if she’s older, which is rude to say, by the way, she’s already a fan,” Nate shrugged, trying to hide the smile on his face, and acknowledge your Canda gear, “just give it a go. Remember, $200.”
Sid groaned, “I don’t know if I want to watch this.”
Nate patted Macklin on the back, “oh captain, you definitely do.”
The woman you were talking to stepped away, and you turned to the bartender to order another drink.
“Here’s your opportunity, remember you’re an Olympian. And you can legally drink here.” Nate shoved him forward.
Macklin rolled his eyes as he made his way over to you, slotting himself in the gap beside you.
He could hear his teammates laughing already.
When he glanced back at them, Sid was shaking his head, but he swore he had never seen Nate and Brad smile so wide.
He cleared his throat and you turned to him with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, along with a breath taking smile.
He must’ve had a physical reaction because now he could now hear all three of his teammates laughing.
“Oh I’m sorry hun, am I in your way?” You asked sweetly.
Okay, you were definitely too old for him, so he wasn’t sure what game his teammates were playing with him.
“No no, you’re not in my way at all, I’m um, I’m Mack.” He said shakily.
You smiled at him, “I know who you are,” you laughed, your eyes flicked to your boyfriend and his two prankster teammates, and suddenly it clicked.
You slowly moved your hair behind your ear, batting your eyelashes a little more than usual, “so Mack, how about a drink?”
You sipped the rest of your wine without taking your eyes off of him, and you swore he stopped breathing for a moment.
His mouth was open, but no words were coming out, and he was starting to visibly sweat.
Now you could hear Sid, Nate, and Brad basically losing their minds, but you didn’t look back, keeping your eyes on the boy in front of you.
“Alright I’ll pick for you then.” You waved down the bartender, “two of the best whiskeys you have on the rocks, and one more white wine please.”
He still hasn’t said anything, or processed that you had ordered three drinks.
“You had a great game today,” you said reaching up and squeezing his bicep, “must feel good to get the gold.” You winked.
He looked down where your hand met his arm and you could see his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed, “you always this quiet?” You asked, voice teasing and light.
Before he could answer you, the bartender placed the drinks down.
You pushed one of the whiskeys to him, and he muttered a thank you, wincing as he took a sip. Which made you giggle.
“You’re really pretty,” he all but yelled at you, which made you laugh.
Your laugh made him want to implode.
“Cmon, introduce me to your friends,” you said sweetly. You grabbed the two drinks in front of you and nodded for him to lead the way.
His shoulders looked so tense that they might snap, and you tried not to laugh at the situation.
When you made your way over, Nate and Brad had tears coming out of their eyes because of how hard they were laughing. Which made it even harder for you to maintain your composure. You bit your lip, “are you going to introduce me, or just stand there?” You said looking at Macklin.
“Okay that’s enough,” Sid said standing up from his bar stool.
He took a step towards you and took the whiskey from your hand, while your fingers brushed he leaned down and kissed your lips.
When you pulled apart, you reached up and wiped the lipstick off his face gently.
Macklin was speechless, and looked frightened.
Nate and Brad were basically on the floor laughing.
“Are you guys serious?” Macklin said turning to face the older teammates, “you were paying me to hit on the captain’s girlfriend?” He asked in a high pitched squeal.
Sid was laughing now too, his arm slipping around your waist.
“I’m sorry, Mack. Once I saw they sent you over I had to play into it a little,” you said sheepishly.
Nate and Brad pulled out their wallets still laughing, and handed him $100 bills.
“I would’ve paid much more to watch that unfold. I mean you couldn’t even speak!” Nate said, patting Brad on the back as they both continued laughing.
“I thought you were going to faint when she touched you dude,” Brad added.
“Alright, that’s enough teasing. Macklin, you did great. She still flusters me, if it makes you feel any better.” Sid added.
“Alright, dad we’ll stop,” Nate said rolling his eyes, walking away with Brad so they could tell the rest of the team.
“Sid. I’m sorry I had no idea.” Macklin began panicking.
Sid held you closer, “Celebrini. Relax. It’s all good.”
“And I did not mean to disrespect you Mrs. Crosby.” He said, turning to you.
You said your first name, and laughed at the formality that wasn’t even your name… yet.
“It’s really okay, hun. Plus, I am much too old for you, go enjoy your teammates.” You smiled, nodding your head towards his teammates and turning back to your boyfriend.
“That was evil.” You said, laughing.
Sid laughed then too, “I know, I probably should have tried a little harder to stop them, but I knew you would let him down easy.”
He kissed you again, which you happily returned.
“Good game today, captain.” You whispered against his lips.
“Start talking like that and we’re going to have to leave,” he said just as quiet back.
“Who said I wanted to stay?” You asked, raising a brow.
He grinned down at you, placing both your drinks down and grabbing your hand. He began guiding you out of the bar, waving goodbye to his teammates.
When you were outside, you began walking back to the hotel hand in hand.
“So Mrs. Crosby, huh?” He asked.
You shrugged, “I wouldn’t mind it.”
“Yeah?” He asked.
You shrugged again, smiling from ear to ear, “yeah.”
“Noted.” He said, but you didn’t have to look over at him to know he was smiling.
Snow began flurrying down on the streets of Milan in a picture perfect scene, and you walked back to the hotel hand in hand with the love of your life. And all you could think about was being the future Mrs. Crosby.
