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Mason huffed. "Call me princess again, barney- See what happens~" He teased.
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Mason huffed. "Call me princess again, barney- See what happens~" He teased.
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. "Not my fault you died your hair purple, idiot." He said, leaning over and sticking his tongue out.
Connor scoffed, crossing his arms again. "You're lucky I know you well, or else I would've actually punched you by now." he mumbled, and snapped his fingers, hoping to alert the bartender. He didn't wanna deal with this anymore, so drinking is his best bet to getting out of this conversation.
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Mason snickered. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too~" He said, smirking as he rested his hands under his chin.
(I gtg shortly- like- soon as heccin hecc-)
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The bartender walked by, sighing. "What would you like?"
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"The strongest you got-" He looked up at the bartender, who nodded, and slid the whiskey and Spirytus, before Mason grinned. "Wow, they do know me." He muttered.
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Mason downed the whole thing in one go, groaning after he set it on the counter, smirking. "Ah, thats better." He muttered, already feeling woozy.
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Mason glared at him.
"Pussy-" He laughed. "I'm not that drunk-"
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Mason laughed. "Oh my god- Your so cute-" He snorted, not knowing what he just said.
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Mason grinned. "No, adorable suits you better~" He purred, now laughing.
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"Mm- I love you too~" He giggled, revealing his fangs as his eyes sparkled with mischief.
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Mason paused. "Man, you might wanna slow down- Your gonna get drunk and do bAd shit-" The bartender slid another one over.
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Mason sighed. "Oh my god-" He said, before taking the whiskey away. "Maybe- maybe we should get you home-" He muttered.
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Mason huffed. "No, lets go." He muttered, dragging him by the hands out, and hopped in his car. "That was like your- 5th shot? Yeah, no, we need to go." He muttered, starting the car and locking the doors.
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Mason growled a bit, now annoyed. He grabbed Connor's face and looked up at him, tilting his head to where the two locked eyes. "Shut. The. Fuck. UpP-" He hissed, letting go of him and driving away, with a giggle.
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Once they got home, Mason was just a little tipsy, managing to shake the feeling off, as he grabbed Connor's hand, taking him to the living room and sighing, laying down on the couch. The doors and windows were locked, due to kidnappers, catnappers, etc-
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Mason huffed. "Oh, stop whining." he hissed.
(gtg-)