Jun 6, 2020
@xwickedsins // for jackie
It seemed just his luck, as his usual laundromat had closed for a few days right when he needed a quick wash of his clothes. Things had gotten sort of messy at the Vargas party — whether that was the food or blood he’d spilled. Walking up to the place he’d looked up, his eyes fell on the name of the place. Suds. Stepping foot inside the place, Mason placed his bag with clothes on the counter. It wasn’t until he noticed the brunette that his brows furrowed together, lips pursed as confusion hit him. Though it was quickly replaced by an empty chuckle. “Wouldn’t ever expect to see a Capo hustling at a laundromat... Jackie, was it?”