They walked into the Staff Bathroom Pink ansd White Hygiene posters were on the wall. Brett's heart is thuding as Mason touches his bloody hand and guides him to the sink. It's a simple Grey and White coloured Bathroom with a couple of urinals, One cubicle and one disabled toliet. The smell of bleach irritates his throat. He coughs as Mason turns on the tap.

The clotted blood runs down the sink. For the first time in a while Brett huffs at his Were abilities. The wound is gone, but now his retail Guy is turning away and leaning under the sink. And Brett obviously leans down too, not so accidently looking at the Guys ass as he's leaning forward. Brett looks up at the ceiling as he get's back up.

"Plaster, makes you heal faster" He said offering him the white and green Cartoon plaster.

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles..Nice!" Brett says, holding out his finger.

"Sorry, we've got the Mental age of Twelve here" Mason said Sheepishly.

As he puts the plaster on him, Brett sees this as a good way to make conversation.

"So do you have any Christmas plans? Other than saving lives?" Brett asked.

"Yes Sir. A very kind friend had offered to put me up for the Christmas season" Mason says smiling.

"I take it that friend is Lucas. How long have you Two been dating?" Brett asks.

He watches Mason look at him sharply before he starts making his way to the door. The Were is by the door in a flash. Blocking his way. Yes this is creepy and, yes Aliens on Mars can smell Mason's fear right now. But he got to know details about him. The useless Garden Website told him nothing. He doesn't even know the dates of Mason's Christmas time off. In that time, he might have decided to quit and change jobs.

Brett's got to get answers now before it's too late.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Mason asked.

"No, I'm extremely interested in your personal life. Do I look like a DIY Guy to you?" Brett asked.

Mason shrugs, staring at the door behind him.

"I try not to put people in boxes"

"Well the last time I tried DIY, I was Seven and wrecked my Sisters Barbie Mansion in the process. Gardening. Changing bulbs and painting ceilings isn't my style. But the Garden centre became a hobby, you know...after seeing your astonishingly nimble ass on that ladder" He says.

"Woah you've been checking me out?...Me?" Mason asks in bewilderment.

He pulls for the door handle but Brett blocks him. He sighs.

"Did Marco put you up to this?" He asks suspiciously.

"Who? Look, I'm usually not this forward. But the Christmas Holidays are upon us. Maybe you could add a little sunshine to mine?"

He sees Mason backing away from him watching him in doubt. He's sizing him up. They both know that he can't take Brett on. But he'd probably try.

"Is this some sick Christmas prank? Marco's dead when I see him!" Mason said.

"No, I mean I've seen Marco..."

"I knew it!" Mason shouts.

"But once was enough. What are you doing tonight? I could take you out for a Christmas drink before you travel to see your "friend"

"Like I'd go out with a random creep! How did Marco plan it? Pay some hot Guy to make a move. So you can stand me up? Turn up with a Girlfriend? I'll show up and you'll beat the crap out of me, Is that what Marco told you to do?" Mason asked.

Confused Brett stepped away from the door and leaned on the frame. He was annoyed at himself for coming on too strong. But this had never been a problem in the past. He tried to get his hand, but he pulled his arm away.

"Look, I don't know this Marco. This isn't a set-up. The only good thing about my injury, was getting to see you alone. You're the cutest assistant I've seen all year. I'd like to get to know you, I've gotten no information from your Garden centre website, so..."

"You've looked me up! You're just Marco's type! Stay away from me!" Mason said.

Marching towards the door, he flung it open storming through it like a raging bull. Brett didn't even think about going after him. He'd been way too laid-back, Too confident, too arrogant and it had cost him a hot date.

He checked himself out in the mirror and left the store, knowing that he could never return...