Awkward...[Mason&&Kali]

[Kali Caraway]

It was her first bar night off in....how long again?

Oh yeah since she started serving alcohol.

Thanks to her brother, and his random return to Pilot Ridge, and his donation to help start her bar, she had been taking more and more time off from the Kafe (leaving it in the capable hands of her staff) to get her place ready to expand to a second story. It was all pretty much set. She has all her permits, the construction company is hired, and all they are waiting on is the date to begin construction. Next week.

How was she off tonight? Sett told her if she came in to work behind the bar, he'd drag her back to her house and tie her up somewhere. Sam was there during this conversation and he offered to purchase the rope. So at five o'clock, she went home, put some laundry in the wash and sat down on the couch and started to doze off. She snapped awake at exactly seven, bored as all get out.

She just couldn't sit there. She had to do something. She got dressed for the dancing scene and stepped out into the night. Of course she drove first--Kali was not a person that pregamed--and she parked at her lovely establishment because she had a specific parking spot in the back labeled, MINE not YOURS.

She walked up around for a while, trying to locate a club she'd really like to prowl inside, but nothing really....spoke to her.

She ended up back at the Kafe without realizing it. She snuck in, however, and hid in the crowd, until a guy (who didn't recognize her) drug her to the bar to buy her shots. Sett had yet seen her change of hair color (from red to pink) but she had a feeling he'd give her a stern look, so she ducked away from the bar and turned immediately into someone.

"Hey!" She blurted, but she was smiling as she turned to look at the probably drunk person.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason does not drink.

Nope. First off, despite his friends in Hammel and college *cough*SamCaraway*cough* introducing him to such a drink and insisting he get used to alcohol in his body, he never really got used to the stuff. His body just doesn’t like it. Despite his size, he just isn’t as tolerating as other people are. He blames his power for it, despite not knowing how it does directly; it messed his chemistry up so he has no body hair whatsoever, what’s stopping it from making him incredibly lightweight?

Then there’s the whole strict Christian upbringing he has. No smoking, no alcohol, no drugs. No tattoos, no piercings, no dyeing your hair in a color other than what’s ‘normal’. Do otherwise and God will smite you with His heavenly wrath. Not that he believes such things anymore (he still believes in God, but has started to question some of the things his fundamentalist father told him), but he still finds himself rather guilty uncomfortable consuming alcohol.

Lastly, Mason finds no need to drink. After all, you only drink to drown your sorrows right? Mason did it once, a point in his life he wants to never remember ever again really. Life’s going great – the classes are going smoothly, him and Flo are relatively ok and Gwynie’s warming up to him. He clearly has no reason to be drunk.

And yet he is.

The man blames his friends. Suddenly dropping by his house that evening, they whisked him off his couch and dragged him to the bar. He insisted that he’d only come if he is the DD, but they all conspired against him, getting him to drink way more than his limit. The more he drank, the more his inhibitions got loose and the more he wanted to drink some more. It was a self-destructive cycle really, which resulted to him staying in the bar long after all his friends have gone home already.

He had just finished his 7^th (or was it the 9^th already?) shot glass when he heard a distinct ‘Hey’ from behind him, his hearing still coherent enough to know and process that such a remark was directed to him (or at least he thinks it was). He turned and saw a redhead (or was it pink right now?) that would’ve been familiar had he been sober. Alas, she was anything but, so he simply smiled back and waved.

“Hey sexy. What brings you here this time of night?” he grinned, trying his best not to slur as he eyed the lady in front of him, “Have I told you how much pink turns me on?”

Oh no.

ooc:
Craptastic. Sorry. D;
- Jam

[Kali Caraway]

Mason. Mason. Mason.

"MASON!" Kali grinned like a fool as she steadied him. She could see, easily, that he was drunk. Being her brother's best friend, she knew him....a little. She remembered Sam always talking about Mason when he attended Hammel, but she hadn't actually met Mason, in the flesh, until just recently. And it had been when Sam had drug him in to her bar, for some drinks (because Kali gave Sam free anything thanks to his donation), so they could go bar crawling. Tonight, it seemed like the same sort of thing had happened.

However, Kali couldn't spot her evil brother anywhere. "Did Sam abandon you?" She asked with a faint giggle. She shimmed up next to him at the bar, to see he had quite a few shot glasses around him. "Oh poor guy." She giggled again and waved Sett over (with an apologetic smile) and ordered asked for the bottle of her favorite; Jack Daniels. She had some drinking to do, if she was going to catch up with Mason. Because the thought never occurred to her that he was done drinking, or he might be there with someone.

Or that this was a bad idea.

(Ick. sorry.)

[Mason McQueen]

Surprisingly enough, the man still had enough coherence left in him to know his name. Mason perked up and his grin got wider, his wave going wilder as he saw Kali the sexy redhead walk towards him. Had he been sober, he’d feel a bit embarrassed about being seen at such a state by Sam’s younger sister; him in a drunken state is definitely not a good second impression in his book any day.

“That’s me! That’s me!” he laughed, bouncing up and down on his seat. As if Kali would ever miss him anyway. He casually wrapped an arm over her shoulder as he chugged down another shot, grinning as he put the glass down the counter, the ice cubes making a loud ‘clank!’ as he put it down the table. “You know my name? How did that happen? Are you telepathic? And you look familiar. Why?”

His face wrinkled slightly when Sam’s name suddenly surfaced. “Oh he left me alright,” he said with a frown, “He left me a few months after we got out of college. He left me when Billy got angry. He left me…” And his rant continued on for a good minute or two, drifting from mundane things like leaving Mason to pick up after his dirty laundry one day or having him pay the tab when they ate out after watching a movie, to more serious (and unvoiced) offenses like Sam’s absence when his wife’s disease worsened. “…and he left again. Why’s he like that?”

“You’re not going to leave me too, are you?” he asked, pulling his arm away and looking at Kali straight in the eye (or at least as straight as one can get when they’re half-opened and fighting to stay awake).

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Gawd.SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. D;. I totally did not mean it to be this late. Please forgive me. >.<
- Jam

[Kali Caraway]

Kali was only just now realizing how much she missed the party scene. It had been a long time before her Kafe opened that she had went clubbing, gotten obscenely drunk, and woke up somewhere with a guy she remembered nothing about. Of course, after that chlamydiae scare, her nights of binge drinking were put on a halt (thank GOD she doesn't have chlamydiae.). She certainly wasn't planning on doing that tonight, because she did have to return to work in the morning, but there wasn't anything against her having fun tonight.

The sight of Mason jumping up and down (or at least doing that thing he was doing in his seat) was hilarious and caused the sober Kali to laugh behind her hand. He was such a silly fellow, it seemed, especially when drunk. Kali settled easily next to him, and wasn't put off in the least when he wrapped his arm around her--as far as she was aware he had recognized her as well. However, he made it aware that he didn't know--remember her--by asking her how she knew his name.

Well.

She has to mess with him.

Kali frowned a little, her expression taking on one of slight injury. "You don't remember me? Mason..." she frowned and touched his nose with the tip of her finger after he finished his shot, "think now." She tapped his forehead for good measure before she knocked back a shot of her own.

Yeah, Kali was hard core and didn't chase the whiskey with anything. She had some catching up to do, after all.

"Sam." She said his name almost like it was a cuss word and she didn't want to befoul her mouth with it. "He has a certain way about him of just....disappearing." She wiggled her fingers away from herself. "But he comes back. Usually." He was always like that. He needed 'his own' time, for whatever reason. Kali didn't mind it too much, though she would like it if he had called her more while he was in Vegas, or wherever else it was he went.

"If you can tell me my name, I'll stay with you here, all night." She promised him as she took another shot, she set the glass down lightly after the drink burned down her throat and warmed her stomach. She then smiled at him sweetly.

"Mason, what's my name?" She looked at him keenly.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason frowned just slightly when the hot redpinkhead asked him to remember her name. She knew his as if by instinct, and since she does seem oddly familiar, logic tells him that she must know hers too. But no matter how much he tries to rack his brain up for names, nothing comes up. All he gets are ‘She’s hot’, ‘She’s young AND hot’ and ‘Sam would not let me hear the end of it if I don’t get in her pants anytime soon’. (Oh he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Sam alright). He let a soft growl escape him when she taunted him (the whole nose-tap is a taunt right? Or is it just the alcohol talking?), pouting slightly and inevitably puckering his lips up. “I am I am. You’re not Dr. C’s daughter, right? Because I’d be totally in trouble if you were.” She’s not that young, but hey.

But when she agreed with him about Sam (and he thinks he might’ve heard a sting in her voice here and there), his frown visibly vanished. “He’s quite the jerkbag like that. But I also owe him quite a lot so I can’t hate him too much. He’s mean, that small, scrawny guy.” Heaven knows he wouldn’t have had all those fun experiences in high school had it not been for the older Caraway dragging him here and there. (Though because of those, Flo had so much embarrassment and blackmail ammo against him. Why does she always have to know anyway?). “You know, I think that’s the reason he can’t keep a girlfriend. Or boyfriend for that matter. I’m the only one willing enough to put up with him in our class really.” Most likely an exaggeration – his memories aren’t as clear as they were when he’s still sober after all. “Speaking of which, you don’t have a boyfriend around, do you?”

Hooray for out of the blue segues.

A small whimper escaped him when she brought up the name issue again. Why can’t she just let it go? “Fine. You’re Carissa, are you? Cassandra? Kayla? Kristina? Camilla? Krystal?” Well, at least he got the first sound right, right? In the midst of it all he asked for another shot and promptly drank. As if plunging himself further into intoxication would make his mind sharper. “You know, your nose looks like Sam’s. Is that a coincidence or are you his long lost twin?” he asked as he cupped her chin and gently moved her head from side to side. “Give me a clue?”

This is going to be one long night.

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Late. SORREH. D;.
- Jam

[Kali Caraway]

Once the third shot was settled into her belly, Kali turned to look at him, one eye squinted in 'seriousness'. "Who the hell is Dr. C?" She certainly wasn't his daughter, whoever he was. She found it funny now about how he didn't recognize her, but her motivation to keep leading him around until he discovered her name was dwindling. She was just getting the feeling that he really didn't know. Her pride wasn't really hurt, because he was really drunk, but it was a 'buzz kill' that he was still reaching for it.

Back to the topic of Sam, Kali nodded her head in agreement with Mason. She couldn't help but love her older brother for all the things he had done for her when they were kids and everything. But he was a jerkbag sometimes. Like when he vanished into Vegas without making it to her college graduation. Everyone else had made it, but him. Kali leaned backwards into her third shot of whiskey and set the shot glass down. She would have to cool it or she'd become too obliterated too fast.

It was true, what Mason also said about Sam. He couldn't keep a girlfriend (she wasn't sure what he meant about the 'boyfriend' comment, as far as she knew none of her brothers were gay--not that she'd love them any less if they turned out to be queens), because of his inability to feel tied down at any given moment. He was a bird. Kali snorted when he asked if she had a boyfriend. Kali hadn't had a boyfriend in ages. She shook her head exaggeratedly so her hair flew everywhere, "This one can't be tamed," she told him with a poke to her chest. "'Sides I work too much," she finally admitted. She didn't have a boyfriend because she didn't have TIME to have one. She barely had enough time to sleep eight hours a night.

He was....as close to her name as it would seem he could get, so she sighed in defeat. "My name is Kali. Sheesh, you sure know how to make a girl feel special." She pouted only momentarily, before she was grinning again. "I should kick your ass outta my bar for it but I'm afraid you'd be arrested for being drunk in public."

[Mason McQueen]

Kali should at least feel good that Mason finally decided to stop taking in more shots. Maybe he’s finally getting the sense that he’s really drunk – and not the good kind at that – or it’s just that he doesn’t feel like it anymore, but he suddenly blurted out before drinking the shot glass the bartender gave him, “This’ll be the last one! Yey!” He wobbled in his seat quite a bit before finally gulping the drink, grinning like a loony as he put the glass down.

“Dr. C’s one of my bosses. Well, not exactly a boss since he’s in a different department, but he’s one of those up there.” He promptly raised his hand and shook it a bit, as if he’s touching a floor. “I teach at Hammel you know. Lots and lots of kids. So stressful at times.” Though by the look of things, at his current state, he’s not much different from those hormonal teens who give him headaches almost every day.

Should Mason be sober enough and all that, he’d be slightly upset (and angry with himself) should he realized that he might’ve accidentally outed Sam. Without inhibitions, well, he can go rather wild really. Just wait for a bit more and he’d probably be blurting out another Sam-secret.

“Who said anything about being tame? Isn’t it all about being wild and feral these days?” he laughed, holding on to Kali’s shoulder for support as he almost fell to his side and flopped down on the floor. Shaking his head to get the drowsiness that’s slowly creeping in, he then tilted to the other side, leaning on the counter with his elbow as he kept his gaze on the lady in front of him. “A workaholic huh? Used to be like that–” Right after my wife died, he wanted to add, but surprisingly reined it in. “-Never fun. You should go out more then.”

“Kali! I remember you!” No he doesn’t. Give him a few more minutes. Hopefully. He was a little surprised when she said this was her bar. “Really? That’s great. But don’t kick me out, I’ll die in the cold.”

Suddenly feeling his legs, he promptly stood up and grinned, “Wanna dance?”

[Kali Caraway]

She was glad when he announced he was done taking shots, and she followed with a shot of her own. She really didn't know how many he had, but she was sure it was over the limit. Not that she was about to ruin this fun conversation or anything. He was cute too, which added to it.

"Yeah, that's right. You're a teacher there?" Kali asked, barely remembering that introductory conversation they had had. Kali hadn't set foot in Hammel since the last meeting she had to go to because of Bailey's behavior. Kali missed the halls of the school--some of her best years were spent accidentally running into invisible objects. It was awkward to always have to explain where the bruises on her forehead and arms and legs came from. "You tell me a job in today's world that isn't stressful," she slurred with a point at Mason. She didn't believe there was such a thing, and not just because her job was going to make her go prematurely gray (mainly just dealing with asshole customers, worrying about having enough stock for the daily rushes, and keeping the books).

It was because Mason was so nearly obliterated, that she didn't let the 'boyfriend' comment linger. Chances were she'd forget all about it in the morning, anyway. Even if she didn't, and the thought occurred to her later, she wouldn't act all suspicious towards her brother. Kali didn't have a problem with gay people, she had actually considered being a little gay in college--it just hadn't been something she had considered any of her brothers to be.

"Not being tame, and being wild and feral are two different things. The main different thing is I don't have herpes." She giggled as he nearly fell over and used her jelly hands and arms to steady him and nodded. "I'm married...to this place." She looked around fondly for a moment. "Snrk, how lame am I? It's my one night off...and I come in anyway." Though she does get points for being on this side of the bar and not actually working. She nearly rolled her eyes when he told her that she should get out more often. Everyone told her that, all the time. She knew that, but her store needed her.

She grinned when he finally remembered. It took him long enough. "Well Sam'd never talk to me again if I killed his best friend. I won't do it." Kali never let anyone crash in indecent places, her house was easily transformed into a sobering facility. If they continued down this road, she could see the two of them crashing there. Kali didn't know where Mason lived, and she was sure he as about to drop out anytime soon.

"Dance? Yes!" She took another shot and drug him in to the dance part of the floor.

[Mason McQueen]

“Yeah. I’m a biochemist by trade, so those two subjects were naturally given to me.” Mason’s always been in love with Biology when he was young but had natural talent in Chemistry, so voila. He was planning on pursuing a medical degree when he was in university, but then things suddenly changed and he found himself taking a masters degree instead and applying to a pharmaceutical company soon after.

If it hadn’t been his wife’s death, he would most likely be still working for the said company until now. The pay was good after all (a whole lot compared to what he’s getting now) and the whole lab-office set-up worked wonders for him. But as it was, her death hit him hard and he needed to get away from the things that reminded her of him. Paul was right that space was all he needed to slowly attain closure.

“Though I’m also teaching general science and some physics on the side right now.” Though he heard that a new teacher’ll come along to get it, so maybe his course load will get lighter in a few months. “I know, I’m a huge nerd. A sexy nerd. Brains and body, a complete package, no?” added the extremely inebriated man, puckering his lips to send what seems like a flying kiss, complete with a wink, over to Kali.

I can just imagine how Sam would react to all this.

“I agree. Good thing looking good doesn’t take much effort from you, does it not?” Rather lame and the connection isn’t really there, but hey, it’s Mason’s drunk attempt at flirting. Who could blame him?

The man simply chuckled and leaned on the counter, chin supported by his wobbly arms as he’s mere inches from the Caraway’s face. “That’s cute. But you’re cuter,” he said, complete with a sudden hiccup, “Hopefully he won’t mind me stealing his wife for tonight then. Show her a true day off and all that.”

Mason let himself be dragged around by Kali to the dance floor, mostly because he’s totally not coordinated enough to lead them there. When he finally found himself in the midst of (mostly sweaty) people though, his grin became wider and he began moving. Truly if his coworkers and students saw him right now, they wouldn’t believe it was him. The Mason who’d bow his head and refuse politely when asked to dance or sing in front is totally not around. The man’s jumping and dancing, shamelessly grinding his hips with those around him.

“Dance Kali, dance!” he cheered, casually closing the distance between them. And once he saw his chance, he happily leaned in and planted a light one in between her lips.

Sobriety, where have you gone?

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Crappy crap crap. Sorry. >.<
- Jam

[Kali Caraway]

Biology! Chemistry! Wow. Kali couldn't really grasp how her brother's best friend was so smart, and Sam was so.....Sam-like. She giggled a little and let out a little, "Wowwww," but it was directed more at her latest shot than at him. She pushed the glasses away from her then. That was certainly enough, she was sure. She smiled at him and put her face in her hand, her head started to swim more.

"So very smart, and so very cute." Kali agreed with him with a giggle. She caught the kiss he sent flying at her and winked back at him. This was fun. Drinking was something she enjoyed, she now remembered. Kali rolled her eyes when his attempts at flirting increased. She gave his arm a light push. "Looking this good takes quite the effort. And talent. Both of which I have and put forth." She grinned and leaned against the counter again, her face resting in her hand--not because she was tired, but because her head was heavy.

Kali giggled again at what he said about her bar. He probably wouldn't mind if they saw a little less of each other, but Kali didn't want anything to happen to him while she was away. He couldn't really look after himself and none of her other employees, she felt, could handle him on their own. She let those thoughts of being the boss and being responsible melt away while she joined Mason on the dance floor.

She was gonna have a good time, and dancing around like a drunken fool was the perfect way to do it. She was laughing as she moved to the music. Sober, Kali is a pretty good dancer, since she is pretty coordinated, but drunk, she was pretty much jumping and grinding against people, mainly Mason but who was paying attention?

She was a little surprised when he suddenly zoomed in and kissed her. But hey. It was nice. Unexpected but nice. She leaned up on her toes and replied with another kiss on the lips, though she lingered just a little longer than him. Dear Lord. How long has it been since I kissed a guy? Her mind roared at her the insanity of the year reply. She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door.

"Let's get out of here." Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she leaned up to speak directly in his ear so he could hear her.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason wouldn’t deny that he’s rather smart. It was his only edge against others anyway, until he met Sam, who just seemed to have quite the natural aptitude for the things he had to earn through hard work. He wasn’t sure if those things were due to the (then) uncontrollable nature of the man’s powers, but really he envied him. He studies for a whole night and Sam’s out doing his thing, and when the exam comes, they’re virtually at the same level. (Sure he’s five points higher, but make than into a percentage and the whole difference vanishes).

It’s probably the reason why the two got stuck together. If he wasn’t interested in knowing what the Caraway’s secret was, he would’ve just swatted him away. And then where would he be?

“Oh I’m so very in a whole lot more aspects Kali,” he grinned, playfully tucking her hair behind her ear, “I’d love to show them to you, but I’m not sure you’d stay with me long enough to see them all.” He gave what might pass off as a pleading look, maintaining it for a moment before reverting back to his teasing-drunk face. Amazing what alcohol (or at least an overdose of alcohol) can do to someone really.

“You serious? With a face and body like that, you won’t need much talent and effort you know.” Mason’s attempt at a compliment. Yes, it’s still rather awkward. Hrm.

Sober!Mason wouldn’t even dare go to the dance floor. While he doesn’t really have two left feet, he just doesn’t feel particularly confident of his ‘skills’. ExtremelyDrunk!Mason, on the other hand, tries his best to ‘own’ the dance floor. People may call it flailing and pushing, but he calls it dancing. And yes, he’s shamelessly grinding towards the people around him too, though mostly to Kali. Oh how proud he’d be when he remembers all this the morning after.

Mason was still smirking from the kiss (yes, he feels oddly proud and triumphant; who knew the man had an ego anyway) when Kali suddenly pulled him away. Alcohol making him a little too lightheaded than usual, he happily let himself be led off the dance floor. It took him a few seconds to piece things together, and when he did, his smirk got a whole lot wider. If that was even possible.

“So are we going to your place?”

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Sorry if this is crappy and late. D;. I promise to try and do better next time. Uni's been a major muse-drain. D;.
- Jam

[Kali Caraway]

"My place indeed." Kali wasn't stupid, and a responsible drunk. She called a taxi, and while they were waiting for said transport, Kali decided she liked the feeling of Mason pressed against her and pulled him close, going up on her toes to plant another kiss on his lips. Once seated in the taxi, she gestured while she gave out her address and she leaned against Mason with a big grin.

The ride there wasn't as fast as she would have liked--she generally got a little car sick when she was intoxicated, but she felt fine when they stepped out onto the street in front of her house. She paid the taxi man with a nice tip and then tugged Mason up the lawn.

-a few hours and a wrinkled sheet later-

Kali woke up pretty quickly, for one, she was surprised to find her face on someone's shoulder. THAT didn't happen. She sat up, the blanket over top of them coming with her, she eyed who she was cuddling with. Mason.

Oh. Dear. God.

She exited the bed with as much skill as a hungover ninja and slid into the bathroom, bare-assed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Make smeared everywhere, her hair was frizzed and sticking out in every direction, but she was grinning--despite the hungover dry mouth and pounding head--. Sure. Sam would be so mad when he found out, but....

"I just had seex~" she hummed to herself as she turned on the water to the shower.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason is a heavy sleeper, there’s no question about that. He can sleep through a storm, an avalanche, even an earthquake if need to be. It’s a pain waking him up, just ask Paul or Sam. And though his moods after waking up (or being woken up) can change from surprised to grumpy, he almost always flails. Arm action has been a big part of the man’s morning routine, flinging those big log-of-an-arm of his.

Which is probably a good thing Kali didn’t bother waking the man up. Though he did groan a bit when she stood up and dashed to the bathroom, a few seconds later he’s back to his old snoring snoozing self.

He did wake up a few minutes later, slowly sitting up, yawning and rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes. He was just about to get out from his the bed when suddenly that horrific headache started and he felt a sudden pang of dryness in his throat. Damn. One of the reasons why he doesn’t drink too much is that he knows full well what happens when a person gets hangover. Yes, down to the chemical processes that makes a person feel like shit.

Oddly enough though, despite the headache that coupled the state of undress he’s in or the different bed sheets he’s found himself draped in, the man didn’t suspect a thing.

That is, until he couldn’t find a bottle of water on the right side of bed. It was one of those things he always kept in his room, since he usually wakes up in the middle of the night parched. Only after trying to grab one blindly and failed repeatedly did he finally close his eyes (the lights are still too strong for him) and saw that he is in a different room.

Fuck.

Then the night began rolling in and his guilt just got way bigger. Not only did he get drunk, he also slept with his best friend’s sister. How amazing was the night or what.

Panicking, the man quickly rolled down the bed, hurriedly put on his boxers as he grabbed the rest of his clothes and tried to make a dash out of the room. Thank goodness the water was flowing in the bathroom. He was almost on his way out when he tripped over a discarded clothing article and fell down face flat on the floor.

“Errr…ahh…ummm…good morning?” he waved weakly when he saw Kali come out of the bathroom.

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Eeeep. D;. Hopefully it's not too big of a fail. >.>
- Jam

[Kali Caraway]

Kali continued to sing the Lonely Island song to herself while she showered. After she was out of the shower (she really just rinsed her hair and washed her body), she wrapped hair in a towel and pulled on her bathrobe and exited the bathroom, because she needed clothes but those were located in the closet.

She hadn't really expected Mason to be conscious, much less across the room and on the floor. "Morning!" She chirped as she slipped into the closet for some clean clothes. When she came across the shirt and pants she wanted to wear she went to her drawer across the room to pick out clean underwear. "Where you off to in such a rush? Practically naked?" She grinned a little as she held up a pair of panties and tilted her head sideways, inspecting them. Nah. She sifted through the drawer some more.

"You are more than welcome to take a shower and have some breakfast. I think I have french toast fixings." Kali didn't know about Mason, but she was starving, and dehydrated as all hell.