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Chapter 10

Hell Hath No Fury… Like a Hangover

I woke to the bright glare of the sun; I groaned and rolled over, realizing that both Mason and I had spent the last few hours on the couch.

I climbed across his long legs sprawled all over the goddamn place. I felt and I was sure I was looking like rotten shit.

I glanced at the clock and saw that we were a half hour late, we had to be at the Waffle Haus and I had work in less then that.

Great!

I went over and shook Mason awake. He came to with a start; he opened his eyes and looked me, his eyes beet red.

"Who – what….Georgie?"

"Yeah, it's me… you sorry shit, get up."

He sat up.

"Jesus, what fuck time is it?"

"It's very – very late and Rube is going to kill us," I stated as I rushed around looking for my shoes.

"Oh fuck," he murmured as he swung his legs unto the floor and just sat there.

"What…c'mon Mason, were already seriously late."

"What did I say to Daisy last night?"
It was just are luck that he had to wake up with a conscience this morning.

"A lot – too much… c'mon…"

"I – I can't George, I couldn't face her…not after…"

I went over to him and pulled on his arm.

"Oh shit, Mason… do you honestly think that was the first time someone has called that girl a whore?"
He looked up at me with shame etched deep into his face.

"I called her a whore?"

I wanted to comfort him, something but the thought of a very pissed off Rube and a not so pleasant phone call, I had to make to my J-O-B, didn't exactly make me thrilled at the idea of sweet talking anyone.

"Don't worry… she smacked you good for it."

His hand went to his face.

He shook his head.

"Yeah, she did," he said and then he smiled, "she's got a good left hook."

"Now…get dressed or I will leave you here."

I realized I sounded a little heartless and I didn't want to be, not when Mason had been such a good friend to me last night.

"I don't want to but Rube is going to be really, really mad at us and I still have to call work."

He nodded and stood and went to collect his shoes, which has wound up under the love seat.

"I hope she doesn't hate me."

"She'll live," I said, a pause, "Which is more then I could say for the two of us if we don't get going."

I called work and spoke with a not so pleased Deloris and then Mason and I hurried to the Waffle Haus, we could feel the wrath before we saw it. Rube was more then pissed, he was downright furious at the two of us.

As we approached, Daisy took one look at Mason and got up. Her face was a mask of haughtiness; in fact, she wouldn't even look at him.

"Later, everyone," she said as she grabbed her purse and her post it and went to leave. Mason just coming up to the booth, grabbed her arm.

"Daisy…"

She wrenched her arm from his grasp and gave him a scathing look.

"Fuck you," she whispered through gritted teeth as she stormed off.

Mason stared after her like a sad little puppy, while I sat down across from Rube and Roxie and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Mason!"

Mason turned to Rube, then back to a fleeing Daisy and then sat.

"What gutter did you two rejects hurl yourselves out of?"

This was from Roxie who sat, holding a fork over her eggs as if it were a weapon.

I would never let her know it but that woman intimidated the shit out of me.

"Were just a little late, so?"

Mason was staring off into space, not really with it and Rube turned on him.

"You, I expect this kind of bullshit from you…but George, what the hell…"

Mason was in no mood to fight.

"George was a little sad so we had a little party, lay off, will ya'?"

Rube was not one to "lay off" that was not part of the man's vocabulary.

"She reeks, reeks of booze and so do you…what did I tell you?" Rube said gesturing to Mason, "this is NOT your example, got it?"

I was pissed. I didn't like the way Rube treated Mason under the best of circumstances. He just didn't get him not like I was starting to. He was just a sweet guy who the world crapped on more often then not. He was dead, alone and stuck with people who didn't get him. No wonder he drank, I was starting to think he had the right idea.

"Stop treating him like garbage," I spat out bitterly and three sets of surprised eyes turned on me.

"I was having a shit of a fucking day and the only one who gave a shit was Mason, so lay off him…"
"Your eighteen…" This was from Rube who I was not having patience for at the moment.

"I am eighteen but I am also dead…so let me have a little fun, okay?"

Rube was shaking his head clearly annoyed with us.

He went into his planner and started peeling off post it's.

"Here you go… the two of you…out of my sight."

Mason took his and climbed out of the booth without a word.

I grabbed mine with a huff.

"Your not my father, so stop acting like it," I snarled as I got up and left the Waffle Haus with Mason trailing behind me.

The sun was shining, birds were singing and I was already convinced that today would be worse then yesterday.

I was right.