Post by Mr. Mason on Sept 16, 2016 16:45:19 GMT
"Oh yeah!"
Mason is dancing as best as he can with a bunch of butt wiggles and twerks that a guy should never do in front of a large flat screen TV inside his home. He's playing that Wii U dancing game after just getting the console a few hours ago. It came with a couple games that he tired of too soon and out of sheer boredom has decided to play the one that he had the least interest in. He starts singing with the music as it plays.
"Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm..."
More butt twerking.
"Oh lord, and gal I the right tactics to turn you on..."
He lumps six inches into the air. He lands and turns around with his back to the screen. Watching him with a raised eyebrow is Brittany, his EOW valet slash secretary. The same woman who had once been a lover, girlfriend, or however either of them decides to label it. In Mason's eyes, a mistake gone bad. In her eyes, possibly more serious than she'd ever wish to admit. Mason stops dancing.
"Hi."
She's got a smile on her face.
She's got a smile on her face.
"How long have you been watching?"
"Long enough to get it on video."
"Delete it from your phone. Be a good girl."
Brittany smiles. She looks at her phone and presses a button and shows Mason. You hear the music playing in the background as Mason watches the video of him attempting to twerk.
"That had better stay between us."
"It could be on Livewire. You never know."
Mason jumps over the couch between them. She starts to run away, but he grabs her around the waist and attempts to take her phone from her.
"Hey, hey, hey! It's mine! My phone! Get off!"
"I will when you give the phone up!"
Mason's phone starts ringing.
Mason lets go of Brittany and walks over to the end table by the couch. He points his finger at her.
"You and I are gonna have a talk."
Brittany shakes her head with a smile on her face. She walks out of the room as Mason looks at the caller ID. He smiles.
"Hey, missed ya. What's up?"
He listens for a few seconds.
"Need help?"
He listens some more.
"I'll be there. We'll get to the bottom of it. Maybe if I bring Brittany along she can help figure some shit out, too."
He waits for a response.
"You there?"
They reply and Mason sits down on the couch. He shuts the TV off.
"Don't worry. In the meantime, stay safe and I'll be there in Manhattan before Livewire goes live. Keep your head together. Okay?"
Mason listens as the person is thanking him and saying her phone call byes.
"Don't even worry about it. I got you. You always had my back without any reason. What kind of friend would I be to leave you hanging. Take care of yourself until your own personal security shows up. I'll check in with you later. Stay safe."
Mason hangs up the phone.
"Brittany! We've got something we need to discuss! Your phone and then we got a friend in need."
Brittany peeks out from behind the wall.
"Who was that?"
Mason sighs. He gets off the couch. He looks at Brittany.
"First things first, just delete the video. Problem one solved. Problem two..."
Mason heads towards the kitchen.
"We got a little information about stalkers that we need to take care of for a friend."
Brittany follows Mason into the kitchen with phone in hand. Mason opens the fridge and takes out a half gallon of milk. He opens it up and drinks straight from it.
"Ever heard of using a glass?"
Mason stops drinking.
"Thought has occurred to me."
Mason goes back to drinking. Brittany crosses her arms as she waits for him to stop. When he does he wipes the milk mustache off his lip and closes the milk carton. He places it back in the fridge on the top shelf.
"So who are we helping?"
Mason looks at Brittany and walks towards her.
"Does it matter if I am paying you to do research?"
"What am I a secretary?"
Mason smiles and nods his head. Brittany rolls her eyes and gives a low, irritated growl. Mason yanks the phone out of her hand.
"HEY!!!"
"But first things first, delete the video."
Mason rushes out of the kitchen with Brittany's phone. She chases him and jumps on his back.
"I promise I won't make it public! Please Luke! Don't delete that!"
Mason falls forward as he tries to hold Brittany's weight on him while trying to delete the video.
"Oops."
"That's going to cost you a week's pay."
Brittany starts laughing as she rolls off Mason.
"Well it was worth it!"
