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Another long day at work was finally over. It seemed longer than usual though, considering he had to deal with everyone in Maintenance's mental issues. Mason truly believed that everyone in his department had social issues. And many other issues besides that. He was just looking forward to a nice, relaxed evening with Medea. Cuddling in front of the giant fireplace seemed nice. Romantic. A romantic evening seemed very needed since they had spent the past several months taking care of children that weren't theirs. And honestly, Mason didn't see himself as a good father.
With a loud POP! Mason appeared inside the doorway of his home. Hanging his coat on the coat rack besides the door, he rubbed the back of his neck and noticed... It was rather quiet in the house. He checked his watch. 6:30. The kids were normally running around the house or screaming or crying or something at this time. Maybe Medea had taken them to her house?
Perplexed, Mason walked around the corner to the kitchen and saw Medea facing the other direction, an empty glass in her hand, and empty firewhiskey bottle on the counter with another opened one beside her. He stared at her for a second before cautiously walking over to her. "Medea." He said expectantly. Picking up the bottle, he looked how much she had drained out of it. "What are you thinking? Where are the kids?" He demanded lightly and grabbed the cork and shoved it back in the neck of the bottle. This must have been hers; Mason had rid of all his alcohol in the house since the kids arrived. |