Mason awoke with a slight start, but resisted the urge to jump up from where he currently laid. He considered himself lucky to have had such self control, looking towards his side with an exasperated sigh; his arm draped around a young woman. Carefully, he removed his arm from around her, strands of her brown mane brushing against him as he performed the stealthy action. With a bit of careful maneuvering, he was finally out of bed, and on his way to the living room.
Silently Mason retrieved his clothes, which he found scattered across the couch, clothing himself, while attempting to put the previous night in the back of his head for the time being. It wasn't long after that he was out of his friend's room, treading the hallways of Freeport 14 once more. Few knew that the man walking down the hallway, staring absentmindedly at his feet frequented Yukon, and the Freeport itself. He could get to most places around it from memory, and Mason did just that before bumping head-first into the door of his room. Pulling a key-card from his jacket, the door was now opened, and Mason somehow amused by his own clumsiness.
It didn't take long for Mason to do what he had set out to in the confines of his own room. He had treated himself to a quick shower and change of clothes. Although the meeting he planned to attend was nothing other than casual, he thought it rude to show up smelling of perfume, in the company of a woman to whom it didn't belong. He examined himself for a moment, the folded collar of his navy blue, button-up shirt being the first thing he saw. He continued to gaze down, noticing the collar of his white undershirt was visible, a result of leaving the top two buttons undone, the very bottom of the shirt tucked into his black slacks neatly, the end of his pants folded into a cuff just above his black shoes.
Now completely satisfied, Mason left his room setting out for the bar. He worked to keep his mind clear of pretty much anything, wanting to keep his good mood, and also appear to be in one from the outside. His zombie-like trance was interrupted by the sound of whispers as he entered the bar, exact words indiscernible. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimmed light, while they fluttered about his surroundings.
'Ah.'
Mason quickly thought to himself, as he saw Kate sitting ale at a table near the wall in the corner. Her purple hair was almost an immediate give away, as he remembered her mentioning the previous day. He took a deep breath as he approached the table to introduce himself.
"So, you finally came." she said, on a strange neutral tone that could disturb Mason. "Have a seat and a drink, it's all on my account." she continued as she kept looking at Mason straight in his eyes as if she was trying to find something hidden in them, while her own eyes seemed to be depleted of any emotion. But were they really ? She continued to keep looking at him untill he decided to begin the conversation.
With his eyebrows raised for only a moment, he examined Kate, trying not to seem too obvious. He was slightly bothered by the unfamiliarity in her tone; for as far as he knew his previous meetings with Kate, she had been anything but cold. He took a seat deciding it didn't matter, it wasn't like he came here expecting to be tackled onto the ground after all.
'Heeey'¦' Unintentionally dragging out his greeting, as his eyes sat transfixed on Kate's hair, and then towards her eyes. It fascinated him more in person, and only encouraged him further to get straight down to business.
'I'll uh'¦ have water, I'm behaving myself today. Also hate to run up a lady's tab.' Mason feigned a grin, while making his short speech, his eyes still darting between her hair and eyes. 'So'¦ gift from the friends or a tribute?'
"Sometimes when you use something that wasn't designed to be used by you, there can be secondary effects. You can consider this as one." she said as she kept her gaze at him. "But let's be honest between us, starting now." She paused for a few seconds to install a little cold atmosphere. "Tell me the real reason, tell me what you think you'll find."
Shifting in his seat, Mason remained composed while keeping his focus on Kate, his grin false, but persistent. To him it seemed like an interrogation at this point, but it didn't bother him too much, he had nothing to hide. 'I've yet to be dishonest'¦'
He paused choosing he next words carefully. 'It's not so much as what I thought I'd find, as what you'll show or tell me. After all, you're the one that piqued my curiosity practically unprovoked.'
