#mason 001.

[silascody]

closed: @masoncambridge

where: lavender haze smoke shop

"What's up neighbor," Silas greets when it clicks for him why the other man in the smoke shop looked familiar to him, a second glance at him making him realise that he wasn't just browsing like Silas was, he was working.

"Got any good new strains in? Toke and take you to another planet type shit."

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @masoncambridge

where: lavender haze

"Heeeey bossman," Keo greets, unsure if that was even an accurate word to use for Mason in relation to himself after he dipped without so much as a word to go hang out in Vegas, "Benevolent and forgiving bossman, which I've always said."

( Technically he never has said that but if he wasn't fired, he would definitely start to. )

"When's my next shift?"

[lauraxcottrell]

welcome to the club - ft. mason (@masonash)

location: the golden grille.

Why exactly her grandma thought that it was a good idea to have Laura walk all the way from Treasure Chest Antiques to The Golden Grille in the heat of the day only to deliver a present, Laura didn’t know. The only thing she knew was that arguing with her grandma about her self-made traditions wasn’t going to get her anywhere and so she chose to surrender and make her way over there, carrying two gifts for the owner of the new business. 

Once she arrived, she knocked on the door, unsure of whether it someone was actually in there working or not. A few seconds later, a man opened and Laura immediately shot him a friendly smile. “Hi, I’m looking for the owner. My grandma sent me to deliver some gifts for the opening... Gifts that say ‘Welcome to the club of business owners’, so to speak.”

[cesarhayes]

where: prom!! who: @mason-french​ & cesar hayes

Cesar couldn’t quite remember much of his own prom — granted, it was over ten years ago, and he’d spent most of it drinking vodka out of Red Bull containers and subsequently puking behind the bleachers (he’d been quite the wild child in high school) — but, either way, he’d been looking forward to this one for weeks. Pulling out his best (and only) suit and giving Gloria a little bow tie of her own that matched perfectly with her service dog vest, Cesar had spent the first couple minutes of his arrival at the bar before spotting his best friend in the distance. “Hola papi!” The male let out a whistle teasingly, fanning himself. “Who gave you the right to look that guapo, huh? This the work of the Mrs?”