SONG/MASON | 10:30PM
Mason was glad when he saw that smile on her face. He wasn't exactly the most romantic or compassionate guy, but he didn't want to piss off a girl he actually liked. Lucky for him, Song seemed more amused than anything. He could tell she was just trying to yank his chain, yet he still apologized. Regardless of whether this was his scene or not, Mason should have thought enough to ask. Granted, they weren't officially dating or anything, but he knew enough about girls to know that much.
"That laughter both intrigues and scares me," he said with smirk of his own. He wasn't sure if Song was right about slow dancing being better, but he liked the prospect of pulling her close. "I don't know, a fast tempo might work better. Didn't you see me at the powderpuff game?" Grinning, Mason chuckled at the memory of Trevor making them perform. It had been quite the sight. One eyebrow rose playfully at Song's suggestion, and he decided it was too amusing and a little sexy to resist. "That sounds like a perfect solution," he agreed, holding out his hand to indicate she step up and get comfortable.