MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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M A S O N
Mason loved music. He loved dancing. And he loved parties.
So, it would only make sense he also loved clubs, wouldn't it? No. He wasn't a club person as much as people pegged him to be. Not that he hated them, it just wasn't for him. And why?
His night blindness, it was damn near impossible to see in the dimly room with the only source of bright lights flashing and spinning all over the place. He found himself colliding with many bodies, almost falling to the floor more than once. He was a stumbling mess.
And yet, he was there. In the club. All because Teddy asked him to be. What an ass. His best friend and partner knew of his condition. But, he didn't care that much, because he was way too high on ecstasy. Literally.
It felt as if his veins were pumping blood faster than ever, that he was on top of the world and no one could take that away from him. And he loved the feeling more than words could possibly express.
Dancing on the dancefloor, no problem. Sure, he may have fell a couple of times. Or a lot. Flirting with girls, despite fumbling over himself, he loved it. Talking non stop and chatting Teddy's ear off, satisfying.
Eventually, Teddy had enough and dragged him over to the bar. It was separate and farther away than the actual dancefloor of the club. And considerably quieter as well. Somewhere he could collect his thoughts and calm down. At least, that was what Teddy was hoping for.
"Oh my god, this tastes like heaven. What the fuck is it?" Asked Mason from his seat on the bar stool.
He sat beside Teddy, holding his drink and staring into the cup that held a clear liquid with eyes full of innocent wonder.
"It's vodka, " Teddy answered with a role of his eyes.
"I love vodka," The dirty blonde smiled, dimples and all.
His partner stood from his seat when his phone started ringing."I know. Stay here, I'll be back."
He directed knowing that Mason could get into all kinds of trouble and it could leak to the media. Which he did not want, at all. But he left after answering his phone and leaving behind the other young man.
Mason didn't mind the absence of his partner in the least, so he scooted over to talk to the nearest person at the bar counter. And it happened to be a girl. A pretty girl. A beautiful girl. Well, either she was or the drugs had him thinking everything was beautiful.
"Hello," He greeted ever so smoothly.
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