Cotton Candy Anyone? (the Bryants)

[Mason McQueen]

Mason could only shake his head as when he heard Gwynie laugh after telling him about wearing nighties. Truly the girl was her mom’s daughter – looks, personality, spunk. Good lord. He just hopes she hasn’t found that shy guy in school to befriend then later on bully about. “If the nail-paint you’re going to use glows in the dark, then by all means, I’m in,” he grinned. Nothing bad about indulging them every now and then, right?

He could feel a little redness going to his cheeks when both Bryants voiced their appreciation about what he did. Though he wouldn’t admit it, it did boost his nearly inexistent ego. Guess he does have some balls in him after all. “Not a problem. I just can’t let Gwen think that all guys are douch-I mean d-bags.”

“Ok, so a Big Mac meal and a Smarties McFlurry for Flo and a kid’s meal with a cheeseburger for Gwynie,” said Mason, hoping that him repeating their orders would make them stick to his head. He did make a mental note to get Gwen an apple juice, since to his knowledge you really just can’t get meals without the drink (and he’s in no mood to be given those scathing looks by the cashier people when he goes all ‘Honoes what to get her then?’). “The line’s not long. It’ll hopefully take less than three minutes.”

He had just gone back and is busy setting their food up (he got himself a double Big Mac meal, something he doesn’t see in menus everyday) when Flo suddenly asked him quite the question, almost making him spill his drink. “Is this a trick question?” He has a feeling that this has something to do with the drama teacher (What’s his name again? Dudley?) from before. Didn’t he resign or something? He’s coming back?

“I’d try to fight, but not face-to-face.” He can throw a punch yes, but he’ll be rather reluctant to do it if he wasn’t provoked. And he doesn’t think talking about scuffles in front of a twelve year-old is a good thing to do. “I’d probably trick him. Pretend like a bystander and tell him wrong directions to the castle so he’d get lost,” he winked as he chuckled.

“It’s about David, isn’t it?”

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HEEELATE. I never get these things on time. My apologies. .
- Jam

[Florence Bryant]

Flo looked delighted when the food came back, and tossed a few fries into her mouth with a satisfying munch. "No, it's not a trick question." She replied with a mild laugh, before taking a big bite of burger and chewing it as Mason gave his answer, giving a quick wink to Gwynie as she did so. It was very... constrained. Boring. She wrinkled her nose and threw a chip at the man, then rested her chin on her arm.

"So no... dramatic battle? No fighting for fair lady's hand?" She pretended to look upset, then sipped on her milkshake. "You disappoint me Masie~" She added with a grin, before looking over at Gwynie. "What do you think a Knight should do to gain a Princess' heart, Gwyn? You're better at this stuff than I am." Low blow, getting her daughter involved, yes, but it was funny. Mostly she wanted to see Mason show some more masculinity and testosterone. Any more gentle and she'd wonder if he was a girl (she'd seen Mason naked more than once though).

"Who's David?" The woman added with an arched brow, glancing at her daughter and shrugging like Mason was a crazy person. She was about to take a big bite of food, then the penny dropped and she nearly spluttered burger out everywhere. Not very dignified. "You mean Darryl?" She tilted her head, running her free hand through her hair. Well, they did have to broach the subject at some point.

"Sort of." She eventually admitted, leaning back and picking at two fries stuck together. "I don't want to feel awkward knowing that I'm actively dating two guys." She sighed a bit and wrinkled her nose. "Men are like buses. You wait for one then two show up at once." That aside, she leant forward.

"I just want to know if you think I'm worth fighting for, Mas. I don't want you getting all bloodied up or upset over me, because at the end of it, I'm still your best friend and I don't want to ruin that." Flo said honestly, looking a little upset at the same time. "Darryl's coming back soon and... well... I'll need some time to decide. To choose. And I want to know I'm choosing the right man. Not just for me but for Gwyn."

Suddenly, she realised she was being too serious, and threw another chip at Mason. "At least with you nothing's a surprise." She smirked, making a rude glance to his crotch.

[Gwynie Bryant]

Gwynie giggled happily, “We do have pink, glow in the dark polish.” She still was pretty sure that Mason wasn’t allowed to Pizza Night, but the fact that he was willing to put on nail polish—even though he called it nail-paint, which was stupid.

Gwynie considered Mason’s nonviolent answer and her mother’s subsequent answer carefully. She did giggle at Mason’s clever answer about tricking the rival suitor. She certainly hadn’t heard that before. “Hmm…” She thought, “I don’t know! I mean, what if the two guys fought and the one who won wasn’t the best one?” she thought about that often, when she read old fairy tales, “But two guys fighting over you would be nice…” She tapped her finger on her lips like she’d seen her mother do when she was thinking, “This is a hard one,” She giggled.

She listened to Flo and Mason talk seriously about him and Darryl. She didn’t know what to think about all of this. She liked Mason, and she didn’t know Darryl that well, but Darryl made Flo happy. And that was important. But… Mason did too. So…what was the better choice? It made Gwynie’s head hurt a little bit.

Adults were complicated.

[Mason McQueen]

“My bad. Polish,” he mouthed, utterly amused by decided to hold it in. He’s not sure how Gwen would take his laughing, even if it wasn’t really directed to her. In his defense, he’s never been big on accessories and make-up. One of the reasons why he’s so glad he’s not a girl is that he never had to worry about these things.

Well at least his non-violent approach on the matter wasn’t met with disappointment from two of them. “Well, if he turns into a crazy dragon once he recognizes my deceit, then maybe,” he nodded, happily dipping his fries on his ice cream sundae. Yes, apparently fries in vanilla ice cream is delicious. He did perk up when Gwynie said something about being fought for as nice. “Well, maybe nice for you, but not for the guys. Especially the one who’ll lose.” He knows competition is ingrained in the very nature of living things, that only the stronger, more fit, will be able to reproduce and all, but the very thought of it makes him feel bad. “Well, think if you’re the one fighting for a guy. It doesn’t feel good, doesn’t it?” he gave Gwynie a little pinch on the nose to break the whole serious-business aura that suddenly fell on them.

“Like I said before Flo, we’re only trying this out right? Like an experiment of sorts.” And he’s fairly sure what the end result is already. “Just because we don’t like the result, that it isn’t what we had expected, doesn’t mean we have to trash it.” He gave Flo’s hand a quick squeeze, and grinned. “We’re still best friends. And I do have permission to slap Darryl’s behind should he do anything bad, right?” Yup. That’s basically Mason saying that it’s all good – that Flo doesn’t have to feel all conflicted because he understands.

He did catch that rude glance Flo give him near the end. And he can’t do anything about it since Gwynie’s around. “Hey!” was all he could say.

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Call this a wrap? =D. Thanks you guys. .
- Jam