Tangled Up in Me → Elise & Mason
Mason: He had been home only for a couple of hours, his plans for enjoying his night off completely gone to hell after one more long business meeting. In truth, all he wanted to do was lay on his couch with a glass of whiskey and relax, away from the civilization and anyone who could annoy him somehow. Truthfully, Mason was happy. The journal was going better each day and, even though he could barely breathe with so much work, seeing that every extra hour had paid off was all he could ever ask for. Well, almost. He figured that including the photographer on that matter would be terribly wrong. As he heard the knock on the door, Mason considered not going up and just ignore whoever it could be for the sake of his sanity, but he quickly changed his mind after hearing Elise's voice. Raising his eyebrows, the man stood up and settled his glass on the coffee table, making his way to the door only to find a drunk girl standing in front of her. "I'm here. What are you doing?" He murmured, confusion taking over his features as he moved closer, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her up as he figured she'd fall eventually if she was to continued stumbling as she did until now. "Come on." Without waiting for her to answer, Mason moved his free arm under her tights and pulled her up in his arms, walking back inside with Elise as he waited patiently for his explanation.
Elise: Under more desirable conditions, having Mason pick Elise up in his arms, his hands supporting her, would've elicited a more favorable reaction, but in this state, Elise couldn't help but be infuriated to say the least. "Don't fucking touch me," she snapped, although the more rational part of her mind suspected that it was probably for the best that he'd picked her up considering she was about one misstep from falling over. But the amount of alcohol she'd consumed that night had clearly overpowered her rationality, something evident by the fact that she'd shown up outside of his apartment looking for a fight to begin with - especially at this hour. Who knew what people would think? She shoved him away, a futile action considering how intoxicated she was, and it was only a few moments later that she accepted that, ceasing her attempts to get him to set her down. God, it was hard to be this close to him, Elise mused, simply because she wanted to lean, closing the distance between them with a simple kiss. But she held off, only looking at him with a glare settling on her features. "I want to talk, we need to talk."
