mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, |
As establishments went this one that TJ had picked out was tasteful, if modest, but Mason knew that if Nicci or Max -- or several other members of his family, for that matter -- saw him in a place like this, they might just have a fit. The thought amused him where perhaps it shouldn't have. Yes, Mason liked the finer things in life, as the quality and value of the clothing he wore -- simple though it looked to the untrained eye -- showed, but he wasn't afraid to step into places like this, or Starbucks, or anywhere else his younger siblings might find distasteful for some reason. Maybe it was because he was a cop, and they had to go in all sorts of places, or maybe he just didn't care at the end of the day. It was anybody's guess.
Accepting the beer, Mason drank from the bottle, nodding his head a little afterwards to show he liked the taste. He didn't drink beer all that often, not unless he was out with someone like TJ or colleagues from the station -- as rare as the latter was -- but that didn't mean he didn't care for it. Mason was adaptable, just like any good Alpha. Catching sight of his friend's grin, Mason chuckled. "Never mind what's up with me, what's up with you?" He nodded at the phone. "Don't tell me that's a girl on the other end of that thing." Though he sounded incredulous it was only teasing, and his tone and the smile on his face showed that he was happy for TJ if in fact his suspicions were correct.