"it's so much easier to drink than it is to think about tomorrow." ↳ manhunt // @godblooded
blessedly, the wing mason has been so kind as to allow them to stay in is on the complete opposite side of the estate, complete with a large kitchen and dining room, two bedrooms, a lavish bathroom, and a finished basement that margot has fashioned into their own home gym. they've assembled a home bar over the past several years, too, from their own findings and what they've picked at from their father's and mason's stores.
considering mason can barely swallow his own saliva--there's a twinge of satisfaction at that fact that follows, as always--it's not like he needs the stuff.
" - more fun, too."
a lopsided smile curls at the corner of margot's mouth as they watch alana cut into a lime wedge across the broad kitchen island that doubles as a cutting board. they work at muddling mint on their side of the island, the smell fresh and herbal when it hits their nose. their biceps flex in the fitted sweater they'd spent far too long picking out knowing alana would stop by.
"but what is it about tomorrow that you dread, dr. bloom?"
