Anders had been waiting for Mason to join him for approximately 15 minutes before he got a text that she was stuck in rush hour traffic, moving at a pace of three feet every ten minutes. It wasn’t that he really cared about Saint Patrick’s Day per se, because he didn’t identify as Irish or Catholic, but it still proved to be a fun respite from the pressure of qualifying for the playoffs, and he had to admit, he had been looking forward to a night out with Mase for awhile. Sighing, he placed his phone back in his jacket pocket and quickly downed another shitty green beer. If he was going to sit at the bar alone for the next hour, he might as well have fun doing it. “I’ll take another,” he muttered to the bartender. Hell, put everyone’s next round on my card too. We’re gonna have some fun tonight.”
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