| Puffskein
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Originally Posted by sarahkbarrett  Mason could tell the dark-haired woman was wondering why in the name of Merlin's underwear he was still there. And honestly, he didn't know.
It didn't make any sense. Why was Mason still there? Why did he let this woman torture him so badly Why did he- Oh. Right. Because he didn't have any friends, that's why. Well, he did. Just not ones that worked in the Ministry. And still that was only like... Two. Not including his dog even. That's why he was still standing there. Because he would be utterly bored without this lady.
Mason nodded, understanding where she was coming from. Because really, if he wasn't trying to make a good impression, he would not be here. He would be at the Leaky. By himself, sure, but it was better than this dull party.
Looking at the dark-haired woman as she spoke, Mason was suddenly caught off gaurd. Date? Date?! Surely he must have heard her wrong. Well, no. Apparently they both had heard wrong. Because this woman thought he was asking her out on a date! Thinking back on what he had said to her... Meh, yeah he supposed that could have sounded like an invitation. But he didn't show any expression of shock. He believed that would be the worst thing to do. Just go with the flow. Or else she might... explode or something.
She told him he had nerve for asking her out on a date. Heh. Nerve, idiocy. Same thing, right? "Er, thank you." He mumbled, looking at her.
Suddenly, her shirt changed. Oh, black widow. Much better. Mason narrowed his eyes at her. Yeah, that was real nice. If Mason didn't believe it before, this woman was pure evil. Now she was just loving this! She was torturing him with all her spidey-ness and she knew it killed him. She was enjoying this far too much.
Oh. She was pushy too. He stood up straight off the wall. "Er, right, yeah." Mason pulled out his wand and, like she did, led her garbage to the trash can. And, like she did, waved his wand over his outfit to change it. He was now wearing a pair of dark slacks and a pale grey button-up shirt. No Black Widow. This woman, whose name he still didn't know, sure was full of herself. What was she, the Minister's assistant or something? Pff.
Mason tucked his wand away. "Alright, let's get out of here." He said and began to walk away from the wall. BUT, before he took a third step, he turned around and pointed his finger at the woman. "I did not scream. Little girls scream. That was a... yelp." He told her in a low voice before turning back around to exit the party. With a woman. A woman he was going on a date with. A woman whom he was scared of. Alcohol was a very very good idea. Well he looked shocked that she accepted his date. It certainly couldn’t be that he was shocked at the fact that she thought he was asking her out. He better get it together because this was certainly for his benefit. Her brow line inched toward her hairline as he thanked her for saying he had nerve. This boy-man was certainly interesting. He didn’t have the courage to leave, or tell her no but he had the nerve to ask her out.
She smirked as his apparent disapproval of her shirt swept his face. ”Oh, you don’t like it?” Yea she had to say it. IF she ever brought him back to her flat for dinner she’d really enjoy showing him George, her pet black widow. Mwhahahah! But that was a large IF.
Suddenly he followed her lead. Well at least he was able to take a hint. Oh and he cleans up nice. Medea would never tell him that. ”Well, I suppose that’ll do.” She said it flat with no emotion. The woman didn’t want to show him her pleasure in his appearance, that wasn’t her style. Typically he wasn’t her style, typically she didn’t attempt boy-men. But eh, she was in a rut and needed something to spice up her life.
Of late her life had become slightly mundane. This person may be what shakes her life awake. At the very least he’s entertainment for tonight.
Finally he was leading her out of the party. ”Well a gentlemen would have offered me his arm.” She scoffed and scolded him. Not that she would have taken his arm; in fact she would have found it offensive he offered it. But she couldn’t miss an opportunity to make him feel awful. *sneer*
Suddenly he turned and corrected her description of the sound that emitted from his mouth. ”You know, it’s not polite to correct a lady…” ok, she can’t even keep a straight face and say that. A smirk spread across her face. ”Yes it was a ….” dramatic pause and giggle, ”a… yelp.”
She followed him out of the party and out onto the street. |