You want to do What? [Mason]

[Mason McQueen]

Flo’s kick caught the man off guard, prompting him to release a rather loud growl in return. “Hey,” he whined, playfully glaring at Flo, “Don’t blame me. Not my fault it’s the first thing that comes into mind whenever I heard the word Mexican, much less burritos. I don’t what that to happen again.”

That being the night his body decided to play quite the concerto in Flo’s ‘slumber party’ (she told him it was supposed to be a movie marathon to celebrate the end of exams; she didn’t tell him they’re watching chick flicks). A combination of nerves (since he was the only guy around; Sam had to bail out for some convenient homework he needs to submit), Flo’s usual teasing and three to four extra spicy burritos made quite the reaction in his digestive system, prompting him to release gas like crazy. His only consolation was they were only loud, not smelly. He was so ashamed back then, but since it’s more than a decade since it past, he can somehow laugh about it. (He’s still hiding his face from the people in Flo’s room though). “Though I think I’m more of a trombone player than a trumpeter,” added the man with a laugh. Seems no matter how bashful the man is, he’s still amused by the most disgusting of things.

Mason felt defeated. Cornered, trapped, nowhere else to go. “Flo, you really are a mom, I’d give you that.” Even scarier than his mom was when she was forcing those green leafy things down his throat, he might add. While could’ve stood up Flo and told her he doesn’t care about dessert, with all the embarrassment that’s happened to him lately (he’s fairly sure he’s being talked about by the kitchen staff right now, as well as their table neighbors), he’d need something sweet to take his mind off things. “Fine. I’ll eat them,” grumbled the Hammel teacher, putting a broccoli piece inside his mouth. He chewed it for a bit, then grabbed a napkin to spit it out. (At least he remembered his manners). “It’s too bitter.” Seems Flo has got quite the battle in her hands. How I wish Gwynnie would see this.

“A Ken doll?!” That was a new tease. Trust Flo to think of new ones to call him almost every time. “I do have manbits a penis, I tell you that. And it’s not just the etched kind.” Though he could clearly see the resemblance. His first act should he become Earth’s overlord, burn all Ken dolls.

Seeing Flo look at the bracelet he gave her with such delight made Mason smile. He’s seen her look at it lovingly a few times before, and boy does he feel like he’s hit a jackpot. If it wasn’t for Flo’s teasing (which he does like, to an extent), he would’ve been in Cloud9 right now. “I do not want to get into your panties!” he said, quickly catching himself. “I mean, I didn’t say that ‘cause I wanted to get into your undies. My tongue just like home cooked meals a bit better you know.” Much like how his butt would prefer sitting on the couch and lazing around all day than sitting in a car and driving through the country. “I’m not like that,” he said, slightly hurt despite knowing that Flo’s only teasing her.

And yes, all the veggies haven’t been touched still.

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[Florence Bryant]

"That was your own fault." Flo chided with a grin at Mason's whining. It was true that the girls had all laughed at Mason when he'd spent the whole night making butt-trumpets but talking about that at the dinner table was just completely uncalled for. "Just don't do it tonight or our dating history will be just that, history." She laughed, leaning back in her seat.

Of course, when Mason spat out his broccoli, Florence put on her mothering hat and pulled her chair round so she was beside her stubborn friend. "You leave me no choice then." She said simply, popping a few veggies onto the fork and making train noises. "Oh look Mason!" She cooed in a baby voice, moving the fork through the air. "Here comes the choochoo train!" She looked at Mason confidently. "Open wiiiiide!" As she did this, the "train" stopped at it's station - Mason's mouth.

If Mason resisted this, then Flo would have to pull out the big guns - photographic evidence of Mason's childishness that could be posted on the staff forums. She was prepared for this, but hoped the humiliation of having a 30something trying child methods to get him to eat vegetables was enough to get him to devour them up like a good boy. Flo might not have had to have done the choochoo train for over 10 years, but she was still just as good at it. That's right - Gwynie learnt to eat her vegetables without complaint from the age of two. Beat that.

The conjurer smirked as Mason got all defensive about being called a ken doll and rolled her eyes. "Of course Masie, how could I ever doubt your raging manhood." She mocked, laughing as she shook her head. "You're just bald as a molerat downstairs." She added triumphantly. Match point: Florence.

Mason had won her over entirely on the gift though. Flo liked presents, even little things like when Gwynie came home from school one afternoon with a little clay coaster she'd made in art class. She even had the first painting her little girl had made for her kept in a special box in her wardrobe. I'm pretty sure Mason could have just presented her with a sparkly hairclip and she would have been happy. "Well, that sours the whole dating thing." She snerked, arching an eyebrow. "Shall I go to the convent and repent for previous sins and become celibate too?"

Flo did notice that Mason looked a tiny bit upset anyway, and gave him a little cuddle. "I know, I'm just trying to imbue you with a manliness you never received at birth." With one hand Florence giveth, with the other, she taketh away. But that was just how Miss Bryant worked, and Mason's probably used to it.

[Mason McQueen]

Like a child found out and forced to sit into one of his mom’s never-ending speeches, whatever smile Mason had on his face talking about fart-bombs immediately vanished when Flo chastised him. He would’ve simply closed his mouth had it been any other warning, but since the conjurer added the whole history-clause (and the fact that he’s made far too many flops already) made him fold. It took a few more seconds before he got hold of himself, flashing another smile as he took another slice of his already dwindling fish (which just meant he had to face his greens soon enough). “Don’t worry. I’ll remember my manners when I see Gwynnie,” he assured her.

When Flo pulled her chair beside him, Mason braced himself for the worse. But even then, he couldn’t have foreseen the whole I’m-going-to-feed-you-like-a-one-year-old scenario. “Flo you don’t have to-” He tried to wave it all away, but the moment he opened his mouth, Flo’s fork immediately went in. Like a ninja really. And goodness knows he couldn’t dare spit it out this time. Not only was Flo eyeing him like a hawk, the people around him are giggling in their seats already. If people can only die of embarrassment, he would’ve been dead three minutes ago.

“Flo, I think I can take the next bite without a train, don’t worry,” nodded the man as he tried to take the fork off Flo’s hands, “But thank you. Really.” To prove his point, he grabbed a slice of pepper (squishy, slimy pepper) and put it in his mouth without second thought. His struggle was rather visible on his face though, despite him trying his hardest to smile. “Please don’t tell Gwynnie? Or Ella?” Because Ella won’t let him hear the end of this, that’s for sure. (Remind him why does he have extreme teasers for friends again?)

Mason was left speechless with that mole-rat jab. How was he to counter it anyway? It’s not like it wasn’t true. Or that he knows some of Flo’s deepest secrets that’s as equally embarrassing as him. (Why was she so clean about stuff anyway?). “I should never have told you about that side effect of mine,” said Mason, shaking his head. He’s all set to wave the white flag any moment now really.

He opened his mouth for a moment, hoping to salvage what remains of his dignity, but decided against it. He’s only managed to dig himself a deeper hole each time, and with Flo’s help, he’d be so deep there won’t be any hope of coming out. At all. “You can keep your panties to yourself at the moment,” he nodded, putting in another green into his mouth and flashing it towards Flo, “We’ll get there when we get there, I think.” That’s safe enough, he thinks. “I’ll buy you another dozen once we get there though,” he added. That’s a tease manly enough right?

[Florence Bryant]

Flo was pleased that Mason was finally eating his vegetables and continued praising him like he was several decades younger. "That's a good boy! Yumyum!" Flo chuckled, rubbing Mason's belly. "Only a few more bites left!" She added brightly.

Of course Mason's squirming was enjoyable to Flo, who is clearly the biggest meanie in the world. "Are you sure? I can do the aeroplane too if you want." She grinned, moving her seat back round and gulping down the last of her drink. The waitress came round again and asked if they were enjoying their meals, and Flo smirked, very tempted to mention Mason's babying about the veggies. "Oh yes it was delightful, could you bring over the dessert menus?" She asked politely. "Oh, and another iced coffee please." She added, looking completely innocent.

She looked proud when Mason started to feed himself the rest of his vegetables, and sat back in her chair, watching him like a hawk. "You know I love you Mas, you're just far too easy to tease." She said warmly, pulling her hair back over her shoulder and then beaming. "Do you want to see the shoes I bought?" Flo said suddenly, reaching down into one of the shopping bags to pull out a pair of incredible looking shoes. She looked proudly at them.

"I'll wear them on our next date." She added cheerily, before tilting her head to listen to Mason. "That's good, I'm in no rush." The conjurer admitted. Honestly she missed cuddles and kisses more than knocking boots anyway, and she wasn't afraid to say it. "Now hurry up and finish, I'm dying to have dessert." Flo smiled, then breathed a sigh of joy as the waitress came over with the dessert menu. Ladies like dessert. Especially after a long lunch of teasing their best friend.

[Mason McQueen]

While Mason totally did not appreciate the whole train-embarrassment method (he couldn’t say anything about its effectiveness though, so maybe it’s a trade off), he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the brief belly rub Flo gave him. He was mighty ticklish so he might’ve recoiled against it a bit, but on retrospect, it was mighty delightful. (There’s some voice at the back of his head that’s telling him that feeling something for something so seemingly chaste is mighty perverted though, so he tried not to enjoy it too much).

He tried to avert the waitress’ gaze when she approached, needing not to look at her to see the delight in her face. His only consolation was Flo went back to her seat and (thankfully) decided to leave him alone – at least physically, that glare is just so sharp – to his veggie-eating. “I’m not easy to tease,” he protested, though he does know that it is true, “You’re just one big bully.” Which makes their tandem extremely advantageous for Flo and the opposite for the man. But since he’s rather used to it, it’s not like he’s complaining anymore.

Even though he really had no knowledge on what is a good shoe design and what is a bad one, he could definitely say that the pair Flo bought was simply amazing. “Woah. That’s one heck of a shoe,” he nodded, wiping his mouth as he finished the last vegetable (a cucumber, just eww). “Must’ve cost a fortune. Or did you get it on a sale?”

There’ll be a next date? That alone is enough to make Mason grab the dessert menus happily from the waitress, not a trace of his embarrassment earlier found on his face. “Here you go,” beamed the man, handing one to Flo as he opened his. “I think I’ll get a slice of Oreo cheesecake please.”

“I think you’d look lovely on those shoes. And they match your bracelet. Amazing.” As much as he’d like to take credit for it, no he totally did not spy on Flo earlier.

[Florence Bryant]

Flo has no idea that tickling Mason gives him special tingles in his special places, but then, Flo's never sat down and asked her best friend what gives him an erection. Instead she just thought maybe the idea of being mummied had cheered him up a little.

"I am NOT a bully!" Flo said defensively, putting her hand to her chest. "You're just such an easy target." She smiled and flicked through the dessert menu as Mason finally finished his vegetables. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she tapped through the desserts, wondering what to pick, before settling on a delicious sounding triple chocolate pie. She smiled at the waitress as she went off to go and get their orders.

Proudly assessing the shoes, she chuckled. "They were expensive, but I have a shoe fund. They're going to go with an outfit I bought." She added cheerily, turning them this way and that. Jimmy Choo - incredibly expensive. "And they DO match the bracelet." Flo looked cheered by this. She was even more pleased by the fact Mason showed appreciation for the beautiful shoes.

Then the waitress returned with their desserts and Flo clapped her hands together, getting ready for filling her stomach with chocolate. "This looks great, Mas." She said brightly, tucking in, a big smile on her face.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason was just lucky that they were sitting and his jeans weren’t so tight (thank goodness he passed up the offer to borrow his brother’s skinny jeans). Heaven knows how much enjoyment Flo would get should she know about his one kink. (His guess: a lot). Blood flow returned to normal within a few seconds (with the help of a totally disgusting image, of course), so he’s fairly safe.

“Yeah. You totally aren’t one,” he nodded, eyebrows rising up and down to compliment the sarcasm in his voice. At least he’s sort of getting the upper hand now; he doesn’t think he can last much longer with Flo poking him this way and that. “You’re like a predator you know that. You can spot weaklings from a mile away.” And yes, he just called himself one. Apparently he didn’t notice it. “I’d say you’re like a cougar, but I’m not much younger, so.” He’s actually a few months older, if he can remember dates right. Though looking at Flo, it wouldn’t surprise Mason if she’s had some younger men flock at her. If he didn’t know her, he’d say she’s around 23/24, and that’s not just because he’s trying to make himself look good.

A shoe fund? That’s smart. “At least you still know how to take care of yourself.” Most moms he knows are either so into their kids that they look twenty years older, or just care more about them having Botox than their kids. He grinned when Flo looked absolutely enthralled by the cake, smiling as he took a slice off his and promptly presented it to Flo, “Try this. It’s better than that cake of yours over there.”

“By the way, before we go to your place, we should get Gwynnie something first. Since you had shoes and a bracelet and I had a date.” Yup. He finally got around himself and called their little get together a ‘date’.

[Florence Bryant]

"Don't use that tone on me, Mr. McQueen." Flo said warningly, waggling her finger. As for the weaklings thing, it was probably true but Flo would totally kick someone's butt if they ever picked on her Masie-wasie. "I'm SO not a cougar!" She exclaimed, pouting a bit and picking at her dessert. How dare he. As for the male attention, she's actually not had that much, aside from a date with Darryl a few months ago before he rudely disappeared to go be a film star. That was disappointing too, so dear Florence has since learnt not to get any hopes up.

"No good looking all old and crappy." Flo added, scooping a large spoonful of dessert into her mouth and letting out a little moan of joy. Delicious. "Don't insult my cake!" She added incredulously, before taking a bite anyway. Okay so it was delicious. "Alright alright that IS pretty good." She agreed, leaning over to steal another piece and licking her fingers. She then devoured the rest of her pudding before Mason could retaliate. "Nyeh. No pudding for you!" She laughed childishly.

"As for Gwynie, why not get her a little piece of cake from the bakery? Since we've eaten cakes. Or we could get her some new shoes, she loves shoes." Flo smiled and then began to sip her second drink. "I'd better nip to the toilet before go too, I don't want to wee all over the car seat." The woman laughed and flushed, then tipped her head back. "Also there's a little dress she wanted, but I think that's a bit pricey." She nodded sagely.

And yes, Flo's noticed Mason's called it a date. She was blushing just the tiniest bit as she leant over and tickled under Mason's chin like a cat. "What a cutie you are~" She added with a grin.

[Mason McQueen]

As it seems, Mason’s little victory would be rather short-lived. Not that he expected it to last any longer than it did anyway; this was Flo he’s facing after all. He’s only ruled above her once, he thinks, back when she was sick and he insisted she stay in bed as he can do their lab experiment by himself. It wasn’t big, but it was something. “Don’t Mr. McQueen me. I sound old,” ending his whole protest with a pout. “Hey, being a cougar is a compliment, right? Since you can still get young men despite being so old.” Then he remembered women do not like being reminded about them aging. “Not that you look old in anyway, but you know. Like, if I was twenty-three (and more confident), even if you’re fifty I’d totally hit on you.” He added a huge, rather awkward grin in an attempt to pacify Flo. “Ok, maybe fifty’s too old. Forty-five?”

He sent Flo a little glare when she finished all her pudding before he could even taste. Not that he wanted to have a bite, but joining her in such a childish act is so much better than having her pick on him. Better enjoy the moment while it lasts. “What a meanie. You will be punished…with this!” He promptly used his index finger to wipe an icing streak on Flo’s cheek. How mature Mason, how mature.

“Cake would be nice,” he nodded in agreement. Not that he’s worried about the dress being pricey, but it’s just that he thinks it’s a little too bold for him. Maybe for Christmas, or Gwynnie’s birthday. “She doesn’t have any allergies, right?” Inwardly he tried to remind himself what Gwynnie’s preferred, if not favorite, flavor was. He knew Flo must’ve told him about it before, he just needs to remember what.

“I’m not a cat,” answered Mason, playfully swatting Flo’s hands away. Though he must admit he does like being rubbed under his chin. He only feels bad that he can’t make Flo feel that rough beard remnant feel most men have. You win some you lose some, right?

[Florence Bryant]

Mason is apparently very talented at digging himself into holes. All you have to do is look at how he's just managed to simultaneously offend and compliment Flo at the same time. "So old?!" She repeated, putting her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes. "... Fifty?!" She added after he'd quite finished, before scowling and grabbing the dessert menu. Shortly after, she bonked Mason upside the head with the object, tutting. "Thank god I know how much of a failure you are, Mas, else you would have really offended me then." It was a gentle, warning tease.

Of course, the little frown Mason created disappeared when she got attacked by icing. "Oh really now Mas, are we two?" She laughed, grabbing her spoon and smearing the remains of the chocolate down his nose. "The joke's on you because it means I get to enjoy more of your cheesecake." She added with a smirk, moving her tongue out to lick her cheek, much like how a cat licks its whiskers. Flo wins again, me thinks.

"No, Gwyn doesn't have any allergies." Flo said, racking her brains to think of anything that did upset her. As it was, Gwyneth was pretty much as hardy as Flo was, but she wasn't going to start getting wasps to sting her to try and find any allergic reactions. "She loves chocolate and strawberry though." She gave Mason a thumbs up and a wink, before returning to her second coffee, enjoying it all the more now they were all finished with their meal.

"You're right." She grinned, looking over her cup at the man. "You're more an over friendly Labrador that digs holes in the lawn." Florence laughed at that image, then playfully gave Mason a light tap on the leg under the table. "So Romeo, how would you say this date is going?"

[Mason McQueen]

Mason could only plant his face on his palms out of embarrassment and guilt when he’s done the opposite of what he aims to achieve. It seems that nothing he says could possibly pacify the dragon that is Flo. (He asks that no one tell the conjurer that she’s just been imagined having thick scales, sharp claws and long fangs, as well as having the ability to breathe fire and kill a thousand men with just one huff). “Good thing I started things out with you, didn’t I?” No Mason, just…no.

Thank goodness Flo is understanding as hell, else Mason would’ve been blown off right now. Hopefully she can hold on for just a bit longer.

“Nope, we’re three. Since I already know how to eat my veggies,” laughed the man, smearing another streak, this time long enough to go down slightly up until Flo’s neck. “Told you you’d love it,” said Mason with quite the smug grin, cutting his remaining cake into half and serving it to Flo, “Here, don’t be shy.” Flo always wins. Especially since Mason thought that licking her cheek that way made Flo especially hot. Though when he realized that he just thought about her in that way – he was determined to keep the relationship (if something was to come out of it anyway) chaste at least until Gwyneth’s ok with him – he blushed.

“Great. I think they have the chocolate cake with strawberry fudge filling around here.” He promptly called the waitress (after wiping his face with the napkin, though he still feels mighty sticky), ordered the said cake and asked for the bill. “Well, considering that I’ve managed to offend you far too many times than I ever have years ago and yet you’re still in front of me, I’d say it went pretty well.” More than well actually, but he doesn’t want to sound too cocky. His satisfied grin would hopefully be enough to tell Flo how thankful he is. “How ‘bout you? Would you be willing to go on a second date with me?” He’s heard a few clues here and there, but he figured it’d better be sure than assume and be sorry.

[Florence Bryant]

"Certainly." Flo said with a smirk. "I think anyone else would have slapped you by now. Or poured hot coffee over your crotch." She twisted her hair around her finger while wearing a very dangerous grin. Oh yes, she was definitely the boss here already. She couldn't imagine Mason winning over her now, she'd officially won the battle.

"You could have fooled me." She chuckled, trying to get her tongue to reach down long enough, but thankfully for everyone in the restaurant, Flo isn't part frog, so she simply wiped the icing with a finger and licked it off. "What are you trying to do? Make me fat?" She arched an eyebrow and tucked in anyway. "I hope you know it all goes to my thighs. I'll smother you to death in wibbly bits." She threatened, waggling her finger and then closing her eyes for a moment. Like Florence will ever be fat - she does too much in a day to put any weight on.

Dabbing her cheek and neck with her own napkin, Flo sat back and rubbed her stomach, letting out a content sigh. "She'll love that." The conjurer assured, yawning and then arching an eyebrow. "Hmm..." She pretended to consider the idea, tapping her cheek. "Well, I guess so." She smirked. "Ready to go home with me then? We'll take the car, it's parked up close by." She added, playfully flicking Mason's nose.

"Gwyn can judge whether you're worthy then."

[Mason McQueen]

Mason never stood a chance against Flo. And he was rather foolish to think about it otherwise. And no, it’s not because he’s a total pushover; Flo is just too strong for even the strongest of men to conquer.

“I don’t think dying due to being smothered by your this is a bad thing really.” Beats being thrown down a cliff then subsequently run over by a sixteen-wheeler any day, in his opinion. Then he realized how lewd he sounded, making him instinctively cover his mouth as he tried to retract his statement. “I mean, I think some guys would think it to be better. But not me though. But I’m not saying your thighs are ugly. They’re very pretty and sexy. But then-“ He knows he’s rambling again and that he should stop immediately, but he just can’t find the ‘right’ exit. Thank goodness the waitress came with their cakes and the bill so his attention had something else to fixate to.

He promptly reached over and grabbed the bill (no way was he letting the woman pay; he was the one who invited them anyway, it’s). He was a little surprised by the sum, not because it went way above what he’d expected, but the opposite really. Maybe he’d make it a point to eat in this restaurant more often.

“Thank you,” he grinned widely as he gave it back to the waitress. A few minutes after she’s gone, he turned to Flo and asked, “Shall we? I left enough in change for a tip anyway.” He chuckled slightly when he felt his nose flicked. Damn him being ticklish and all that.

“Hopefully she’d won’t be as much of a bully like her mom then,” laughed Mason as he stood up and offered to carry Flo’s bags with him.

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This took faaaaaaar too long. I'm sorry Zuu. D;.
I'll post a link here once the new thread is up. I promise it won't take a day.^^.
- Jam