Mason didn't seem like someone who was having fun like most of his friends. So ironic on a night when he had won. Why not celebrate his victory with some shots and super models now that he was no longer under her thumb? Why didn't victory feel like victory? It felt like bad s*x, terrible s*x with a girl picked up from a night-club while drunk who ends up star fishing- you know she lays there like a corpse. No screams or moans to cheer a man on not even a touch a few directions on what to and what not to do. That's how mason felt, he was seated far away from the party in a bar not bothered by the noise, lazily sipping away on his drink. He looked like he was deep in thought scratching his scalp you'd have thought it had lice in it and every time Audrey's face came to the screen he looked aw
