Who: Mason Monroe & Johnny Copeland. What: GASP. Johnny asked Mason on a MANDATE. That's right! a MANDATE. Where: Johnny's Apartment. When: Sunday evening. Warnings: Soul crushing disappointment and utter manliness. Yes.
Mason wasn't about to get pretty for Johnny, but he was definitely a good friend, so when Johnny came calling, Mason was more than willing to oblige. He half wondered what it was that caused Johnny to call him up, anyway. Conveniently, they lived on the same floor as Johnny. So, Mason didn't really have to change. Wearing a pair of gray lounge pants, and an Edwardsville High shirt he still managed to fit into, Mason closed the door to his apartment behind him. There was no need to get dressy for a hang out next door. If anything, this reminded him of the sleep over's they'd had growing up.
Mason was having a pretty damn good night. Not only was his favorite guy calling him to hang out, but there was pizza involved. Plus, the ice cream and beer he held in his hands. God, he couldn't remember the last time that they had hung out like this. Maybe before graduation? Last ditch effort of holding onto their youth. Mason had missed that over the years. And now, he was getting the chance to get to know his best friend again. It was nice. Plus, this gave him a break from Max who was a decent enough roommate, but also very intense. He liked her, though. For the most part.
Once at the door, Mason knocked and waited in the hall. "If the ice cream melts because you took your sweet ass time," Mason said loudly with a grin, "you owe me big time." Mason took his ice cream seriously, man.