WHO: Mason and Katherine WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: Buffalo Bill's WHAT: Mason's drowning his sorrows RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress
Mason just wanted to get drunk. He hated his werewolf body frequently, but especially when he was trying to get drunk and it just wasn't working. He was working his way through his fifth beer, but the pain in his chest - in his soul - was still as sharp and clear as ever. How could she have lied to him? Why did she even bother telling him? Did she really care, or was it all just an act? He had so many questions going around in his head, but he definitely didn't want to see Kathy again to get the answers. He could do without. He knew enough to know that he was seriously pissed at her, that he definitely couldn't trust her and she certainly wasn't worth dying for.
Mason glared at the bar top as he took a couple of long gulps from the brown beer bottle. Apart from Jenna, he was completely alone in this place - no friends, only enemies or, at least, adversaries. But Jenna had her own problems, then there was this Klaus everyone was going on about... He thought, perhaps, he might have been better off if he'd just stayed dead.
"Another," he called to the oompa loompa behind the bar before he tipped his head back and finished what beer was left in the bottle.