TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part16of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: Mille gets and email from Reggie, Rube wakes our fave reapers up with some bad news, and we finally get our first glimps of Colt!
AUTHORS NOTES: so we're ahead twenty more years, aka thirty five years ahead of the series! Aren't we all excited. The name purple mist came to me while looking at my cat misty's purple bandana… god with the devil complex is something a friend thought up in response to the wannabe name of a friend's band, and "mist purple, fuck we're stoned" is just a little joke to myself cause I know waaaay too many musicians who would actually name a band something stupid like that! I really hope u enjoy this one, and like colt… one thing for u music nuts… what do you call a drummer without a girl friend? (answer in end notes) onto the fic!
I woke up to the phone ringing. Why Mason doesn't just have the phone on my side table I will never know. I swear he likes to get woken up by me rolling over him to get the phone. Although I'm not sure how a half-groggy, morning-breath me is all that attractive, but we are talking about Mason, after all. I rolled over and picked up the phone.
"Morning Sunshine," he growled.
"Fuck off Mason!" I snapped, before saying, "hi!?"
"Good morning Peanut," I heard Rube say. "I'm on my way over there before we all go to Der Waffle Haus this morning."
"Okay, do we have a choice in the matter?"
"Not really?"
"What if we're having pig wild monkey sex?" asked Mason.
"Tell Mason to shut up, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"All right see you then," I replied, and hung up the phone. "Rube tells you to shut up."
"Since when does Rube make house calls?" he asked.
"Damned if I know, I guess it's important."
He shrugged, and I got out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and all that crap. I remember a time when morning breath didn't bother us, good god we were becoming an old married couple! I guess that sort of thing happens after thirty five years with someone. I guess the best part about being undead is that you don't age, so your stamina doesn't go down. If we were in an apartment our neighbors would think that we were newlyweds. I went back into the bedroom, and to my surprise he was dressed he went into the bathroom, and when he came out his hair was still a mess.
"There's this new invention, I don't know if you Brits have it yet, it's called a brush," I joked.
"You think you're funny don't you Georgie?" he asked.
I smiled at him, and went over and brushed his hair with my fingers. "That'll do, the just fallen out of bed look has always suited you."
He laughed, and we heard the doorbell ring, and went downstairs. I went over and unlocked the door for Rube. We should have him a key made, so he can just let himself in. On second thought, maybe not. He walked in, and just like every time he came in the morning he immediately made coffee. At least he was nice when he woke someone up from a dead sleep saying he'd be there in moments.
"So do you even have pig wild whatever you said before anymore?" Rube asked, causally.
I gave him a funny look and Mason proceeded to reply. "I'll be long dead in my grave before I stop having pig wild monkey sex! My bad I am dead and I'm still going!"
Like the energizer fucking bunny, I thought to myself.
"Correction, you're undead," Rube explained.
"What's the difference?"
"When you're undead you get to fraternize with other undead people, when you're dead I'd assume you can only do so with dead people."
Mason took a bite of a donut that had been left in the box over night. "So, uh, what's your point Rube?" he asked.
"My point is that when you're dead you won't be able to continue with your relationship with Peanut here."
"Well, that's not a problem right now is it?"
"Could you both sit down."
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was going to say next. Have I ever mentioned before how I am fate's bitch, and fate likes to fuck with me. Like by dangling something in my face just long enough to lull me into a false sense of security, and then takes great pleasure in taking said thing away, in most cases someone I care for? Mason on the other hand, was not so quick at getting subtle hints.
"So what's going on Rube?" Mason asked.
Rube let out a rather loud sigh. "Peanut, do you understand what I'm trying to say here?"
"I think so, and I hope I'm wrong," I replied.
"Wait a minute! I think I got it! Don't I get some kind of warning before you drag me off to take my last soul?" Mason demanded.
Rube shrugged. "A little, I guess, here's your post it for tomorrow, your last soul, but you have to collect it at a club tonight."
"Why?"
"Must you ask so many fucking questions. I was told to that you had to collect him tonight at the Diamond."
"How will I know which one he is?"
"That's your job. My job is to stand outside the building on this post it tomorrow, until a wayward soul comes along."
"And after tonight what about me?"
"Well whatever you want until noon tomorrow, I guess, after that how the hell should I know. I'm still undead."
What a lovely wake up call, finding out that the only person you ever loved you only had one more day left with. Probably less then that, because we both had work to do at some point that day. Rube handed us each post-its, and wrote down the club's name and address for Mason.
"Don't bother coming over today, I guess you're going to want as much time together as you can."
Rube then left the house, and left the two of sitting, dumbfounded in our kitchen. I looked at Mason and thought I was going to cry, but I figured I'd try and act happy for as long as possible. I didn't want our last day together to be filled with tears. He looked at me, and I could tell he was feeling the same way. I hugged him, then kissed him, and then just stood in his arms for a long while.
"I say fuck Rube's rule, and go together today and tonight."
I looked at our post-its. "By the looks of us, we're going together on the first one anyway, and there wasn't a chance in hell I was passing up an opportunity to go to a club with you one last time."
He smiled. "Well, at least that's agreed upon, and I don't think Rube's going to be too pissed off."
"I somehow agree."
We ended up spending most of the day in bed, and not just having sex either. We talked a lot, about our fears. His fears of was going to happen to him next, and my fears of how long before I would see him again, if ever. Luckily J. and F. McDonald were not going to die till about two hours before we had to go to the club.
"I don't want you to not be with another man," Mason told me.
"It won't mean anything even if I am," I replied.
"If it does, don't turn away from it all right Georgie?"
"I'll try not to, but I just can't see myself loving anyone else the way I love you."
He smiled. "We sound like a fucking romance novel."
"I know, but I don't care. I guess we should get going soon, huh?"
He nodded. "There's one thing I don't get. Why is it that I'm going to be replaced before Rube?"
"Maybe there are different rules for people in charge?"
"Maybe." I had never even thought before that the whole reaper thing happened in some sort of chronological order. I wondered if I had a longer or a shorter term as a reaper.
We got up, and got dressed again, and went to where the McDonald's were going to die. We got to where we were going, which was just in front of a nice blue house, with a white picket fence. Conveniently enough "the McDonald's" was written on a porch sign. At least we knew we had gotten the right place, although no one seemed to be home. Just then a couple in their forties, strolled up the house, holding hands.
"Are you the McDonlad's?" asked Mason.
"No, but you can find one just down the street," the man joked.
Mason smiled. "All right."
"I'm sorry, it's been a family joke for a long time. I'm Jim, and this is my wife Fiona."
"Mack and Millie Carpenter," Mason lied, shaking their hands, taking Fiona's soul, as I shook Jim's hand I took his.
"So what can I do you for?"
"We're new to the neighborhood," Mason explained, motioning in the direction of a house across the street with a for sale sign. "We'll be moving in next week, we thought we'd just take a walk around here, and see who we could meet. When we saw the sign on your porch, and saw you coming, we simply assumed."
"It's nice to see some new faces around here, we'll have to get together for dinner sometime," Fiona said.
I nodded. "Did you want us to bring anything?"
"Gosh, no! Don't be silly. It'll be our treat to our lovely new neighbors. What did you say your names were again?"
"Millie, and Mack."
"How cute, I hate to chat and run, but I have some dinner cooking in the oven I must attend to."
The two of them went inside, and a few minutes later there was an explosion, and we saw the two leave the house hand in hand, and go to another lit up house. Poor Fiona didn't realize that she had left the gas for the stove on during their walk and when she went to turn on the burner BOOM! She couldn't smell, I later leaned reading the newspaper, shame, but you'd think Jim would notice, makes you wonder what happens behind closed door of the all-American family, and if their lives were as perfect as they wanted the Jones' to believe.
"Millie and Mack?" I asked Mason, turning to him.
"I don't know, it sounded American!" he exclaimed.
"You have an accent you tool!"
"I'm sorry I'm not good at thinking up names on the spot."
"Are you trying to tell me that you've never used an alias?"
"Not while sober."
I shook my head. "We better get over to that club, and find your guy."
"Or girl."
I nodded, and we walked over to the Diamond in search of C. Tanna. As we got there we saw a flyer for the band, the headliner was apparently called Purple Mist, and they were opening for a band called God with a Devil Complex, the names just sounded loud. We went in, and Mason paid the cover charge.
"I'm looking for a C. Tanna," he told the bouncer.
"You must mean Colt, he's the lead guitarist for Purple Mist," he explained. "Don't say his last name to his face."
Mason nodded. "If he didn't want word getting out he shouldn't sign his emails like that."
"Wannabe rockstars, can't live with 'em, can't run a successful club with out 'em!"
"Isn't that the truth, thanks man!"
We went in and sat down. He bought me a drink, and we sat trough the first band. Punk was certainly not my favorite style of music, and the lead singer didn't do anything but scream, in a very off-tuned way.
"Purple Mist, sounds like something you'd think of while you were stoned," Mason told me, between sets.
"It could be worse, they could be Mist Purple, fuck we were baked!" I laughed.
He shrugged. "So which one did the guy at the front say he was?"
"The lead guitarist."
"All right, good."
The second band went on, and I kept staring at the guy who was flailing around so much I thought he was going to hurt himself, thinking, THIS is the guy who was going to be taking Mason's place. The band wasn't so bad, quieter and more talented then the first band, anyway. I guess that's why they were the headliner. It's a shame that the band with the better name was the crappy one. After the show we walked over to Colt Tanna, who seemed to have a bunch of girls eyeing him.
"Hey, man, great set!" Mason exclaimed, shaking his hand, and taking his soul.
'Thanks, we've been working on some new stuff, to appeal to a larger audience, I'm glad you like it!" he exclaimed.
"It's rare to see anyone but the lead singer get that into the music!"
"I write more then half of it, so it's easy to get into it, especially with the crowd tonight."
"Your one of the best guitarists I've ever seen, and I've seen some greats perform!"
"Thank you, the name's Colt, remember it, it'll be in lights one day!"
"I'm sure it will be, anyway the girlfriend isn't into this scene, but it was nice to meet you."
Mason later told me that when he was a kid his father used to take him to all kinds of rock shows. He had never really gone to many after he had died, and regretted it after that night. He had forgotten how much talent can be found if you just went and looked for it. I couldn't sleep, and Mason only slept for short periods at a time, then he'd wake up, and we'd just cry, not wanting to believe that it was going to be our last night together. During one of his naps I went to the computer to see if I had gotten and email from Reggie. I logged on and sure enough there was one. I read it;
Hey Millie!
I still can't get over your new email addy, you always seem to be able to make me laugh. All is great here, I love London so much, I'm sure that you could convince Mason to visit home cause I really want you to see the kids! They know all about you, and think you'd be really cool to meet!
Janna says hi!!!!!!!!!!!!! (she added all the exclamation points) She's learning all about how to use quotation, and she's very excited about it. She looks a lot like George when she was a kid, my mom even agrees, and she says she sometimes cries when she sees pictures of her. I can't imagine my mother crying over my kids, but whatever. She's going to be visiting in the summer, and I'm very excited, we all are.
The kids get to see Max's parents all the time since they moved. Did I tell you that they moved to just outside of London yet? Well now you definatly know!! Max sends his luv btw!
In other news, McKenna is entering the terrible twos, and it's absolutely crazy around here. We're all running around after her because she gets into everything. Just when we start to think that we've child-proofed beyond child-proofing, she goes and opens or finds something new. Maybe you and Mason did the right thing not having kids! haha, no you know I love my kids to death, they just make my hair turn gray way to early.
I'm totally missing our late night chats, but the time change, and the kids is just getting to be such a hassle, I hate it so much. This feels so impersonal, although I wonder how mommy's kept in touch before the invention of the internet! I hate to cut this short, but McKenna is crying. Tell me what's new in your life. Miss 'ya sista!
xoxo
-Reggie
I smiled upon reading it, and decided to tell her some sort of news about Mason after it happened, besides he was stirring, and I went into the bedroom before he could notice I was gone.
End
End notes: I know I'm evil, Moonie's already told me so please don't tell me again, but I said from the start that if they got together I'd have to loose Mason, and I kept him a really long time I have to get credit for that!! I also wanted you all to get to know Colt a tad before hand so that you wouldn't hate him, he's a really fun quasi-rockstar. Tell me what you think… trista aka the dustytiger
Answer to the what do you a call a drummer without a girlfriend? Joke… "homeless" laugh
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: Mille gets and email from Reggie, Rube wakes our fave reapers up with some bad news, and we finally get our first glimps of Colt!
AUTHORS NOTES: so we're ahead twenty more years, aka thirty five years ahead of the series! Aren't we all excited. The name purple mist came to me while looking at my cat misty's purple bandana… god with the devil complex is something a friend thought up in response to the wannabe name of a friend's band, and "mist purple, fuck we're stoned" is just a little joke to myself cause I know waaaay too many musicians who would actually name a band something stupid like that! I really hope u enjoy this one, and like colt… one thing for u music nuts… what do you call a drummer without a girl friend? (answer in end notes) onto the fic!
I woke up to the phone ringing. Why Mason doesn't just have the phone on my side table I will never know. I swear he likes to get woken up by me rolling over him to get the phone. Although I'm not sure how a half-groggy, morning-breath me is all that attractive, but we are talking about Mason, after all. I rolled over and picked up the phone.
"Morning Sunshine," he growled.
"Fuck off Mason!" I snapped, before saying, "hi!?"
"Good morning Peanut," I heard Rube say. "I'm on my way over there before we all go to Der Waffle Haus this morning."
"Okay, do we have a choice in the matter?"
"Not really?"
"What if we're having pig wild monkey sex?" asked Mason.
"Tell Mason to shut up, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"All right see you then," I replied, and hung up the phone. "Rube tells you to shut up."
"Since when does Rube make house calls?" he asked.
"Damned if I know, I guess it's important."
He shrugged, and I got out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and all that crap. I remember a time when morning breath didn't bother us, good god we were becoming an old married couple! I guess that sort of thing happens after thirty five years with someone. I guess the best part about being undead is that you don't age, so your stamina doesn't go down. If we were in an apartment our neighbors would think that we were newlyweds. I went back into the bedroom, and to my surprise he was dressed he went into the bathroom, and when he came out his hair was still a mess.
"There's this new invention, I don't know if you Brits have it yet, it's called a brush," I joked.
"You think you're funny don't you Georgie?" he asked.
I smiled at him, and went over and brushed his hair with my fingers. "That'll do, the just fallen out of bed look has always suited you."
He laughed, and we heard the doorbell ring, and went downstairs. I went over and unlocked the door for Rube. We should have him a key made, so he can just let himself in. On second thought, maybe not. He walked in, and just like every time he came in the morning he immediately made coffee. At least he was nice when he woke someone up from a dead sleep saying he'd be there in moments.
"So do you even have pig wild whatever you said before anymore?" Rube asked, causally.
I gave him a funny look and Mason proceeded to reply. "I'll be long dead in my grave before I stop having pig wild monkey sex! My bad I am dead and I'm still going!"
Like the energizer fucking bunny, I thought to myself.
"Correction, you're undead," Rube explained.
"What's the difference?"
"When you're undead you get to fraternize with other undead people, when you're dead I'd assume you can only do so with dead people."
Mason took a bite of a donut that had been left in the box over night. "So, uh, what's your point Rube?" he asked.
"My point is that when you're dead you won't be able to continue with your relationship with Peanut here."
"Well, that's not a problem right now is it?"
"Could you both sit down."
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was going to say next. Have I ever mentioned before how I am fate's bitch, and fate likes to fuck with me. Like by dangling something in my face just long enough to lull me into a false sense of security, and then takes great pleasure in taking said thing away, in most cases someone I care for? Mason on the other hand, was not so quick at getting subtle hints.
"So what's going on Rube?" Mason asked.
Rube let out a rather loud sigh. "Peanut, do you understand what I'm trying to say here?"
"I think so, and I hope I'm wrong," I replied.
"Wait a minute! I think I got it! Don't I get some kind of warning before you drag me off to take my last soul?" Mason demanded.
Rube shrugged. "A little, I guess, here's your post it for tomorrow, your last soul, but you have to collect it at a club tonight."
"Why?"
"Must you ask so many fucking questions. I was told to that you had to collect him tonight at the Diamond."
"How will I know which one he is?"
"That's your job. My job is to stand outside the building on this post it tomorrow, until a wayward soul comes along."
"And after tonight what about me?"
"Well whatever you want until noon tomorrow, I guess, after that how the hell should I know. I'm still undead."
What a lovely wake up call, finding out that the only person you ever loved you only had one more day left with. Probably less then that, because we both had work to do at some point that day. Rube handed us each post-its, and wrote down the club's name and address for Mason.
"Don't bother coming over today, I guess you're going to want as much time together as you can."
Rube then left the house, and left the two of sitting, dumbfounded in our kitchen. I looked at Mason and thought I was going to cry, but I figured I'd try and act happy for as long as possible. I didn't want our last day together to be filled with tears. He looked at me, and I could tell he was feeling the same way. I hugged him, then kissed him, and then just stood in his arms for a long while.
"I say fuck Rube's rule, and go together today and tonight."
I looked at our post-its. "By the looks of us, we're going together on the first one anyway, and there wasn't a chance in hell I was passing up an opportunity to go to a club with you one last time."
He smiled. "Well, at least that's agreed upon, and I don't think Rube's going to be too pissed off."
"I somehow agree."
We ended up spending most of the day in bed, and not just having sex either. We talked a lot, about our fears. His fears of was going to happen to him next, and my fears of how long before I would see him again, if ever. Luckily J. and F. McDonald were not going to die till about two hours before we had to go to the club.
"I don't want you to not be with another man," Mason told me.
"It won't mean anything even if I am," I replied.
"If it does, don't turn away from it all right Georgie?"
"I'll try not to, but I just can't see myself loving anyone else the way I love you."
He smiled. "We sound like a fucking romance novel."
"I know, but I don't care. I guess we should get going soon, huh?"
He nodded. "There's one thing I don't get. Why is it that I'm going to be replaced before Rube?"
"Maybe there are different rules for people in charge?"
"Maybe." I had never even thought before that the whole reaper thing happened in some sort of chronological order. I wondered if I had a longer or a shorter term as a reaper.
We got up, and got dressed again, and went to where the McDonald's were going to die. We got to where we were going, which was just in front of a nice blue house, with a white picket fence. Conveniently enough "the McDonald's" was written on a porch sign. At least we knew we had gotten the right place, although no one seemed to be home. Just then a couple in their forties, strolled up the house, holding hands.
"Are you the McDonlad's?" asked Mason.
"No, but you can find one just down the street," the man joked.
Mason smiled. "All right."
"I'm sorry, it's been a family joke for a long time. I'm Jim, and this is my wife Fiona."
"Mack and Millie Carpenter," Mason lied, shaking their hands, taking Fiona's soul, as I shook Jim's hand I took his.
"So what can I do you for?"
"We're new to the neighborhood," Mason explained, motioning in the direction of a house across the street with a for sale sign. "We'll be moving in next week, we thought we'd just take a walk around here, and see who we could meet. When we saw the sign on your porch, and saw you coming, we simply assumed."
"It's nice to see some new faces around here, we'll have to get together for dinner sometime," Fiona said.
I nodded. "Did you want us to bring anything?"
"Gosh, no! Don't be silly. It'll be our treat to our lovely new neighbors. What did you say your names were again?"
"Millie, and Mack."
"How cute, I hate to chat and run, but I have some dinner cooking in the oven I must attend to."
The two of them went inside, and a few minutes later there was an explosion, and we saw the two leave the house hand in hand, and go to another lit up house. Poor Fiona didn't realize that she had left the gas for the stove on during their walk and when she went to turn on the burner BOOM! She couldn't smell, I later leaned reading the newspaper, shame, but you'd think Jim would notice, makes you wonder what happens behind closed door of the all-American family, and if their lives were as perfect as they wanted the Jones' to believe.
"Millie and Mack?" I asked Mason, turning to him.
"I don't know, it sounded American!" he exclaimed.
"You have an accent you tool!"
"I'm sorry I'm not good at thinking up names on the spot."
"Are you trying to tell me that you've never used an alias?"
"Not while sober."
I shook my head. "We better get over to that club, and find your guy."
"Or girl."
I nodded, and we walked over to the Diamond in search of C. Tanna. As we got there we saw a flyer for the band, the headliner was apparently called Purple Mist, and they were opening for a band called God with a Devil Complex, the names just sounded loud. We went in, and Mason paid the cover charge.
"I'm looking for a C. Tanna," he told the bouncer.
"You must mean Colt, he's the lead guitarist for Purple Mist," he explained. "Don't say his last name to his face."
Mason nodded. "If he didn't want word getting out he shouldn't sign his emails like that."
"Wannabe rockstars, can't live with 'em, can't run a successful club with out 'em!"
"Isn't that the truth, thanks man!"
We went in and sat down. He bought me a drink, and we sat trough the first band. Punk was certainly not my favorite style of music, and the lead singer didn't do anything but scream, in a very off-tuned way.
"Purple Mist, sounds like something you'd think of while you were stoned," Mason told me, between sets.
"It could be worse, they could be Mist Purple, fuck we were baked!" I laughed.
He shrugged. "So which one did the guy at the front say he was?"
"The lead guitarist."
"All right, good."
The second band went on, and I kept staring at the guy who was flailing around so much I thought he was going to hurt himself, thinking, THIS is the guy who was going to be taking Mason's place. The band wasn't so bad, quieter and more talented then the first band, anyway. I guess that's why they were the headliner. It's a shame that the band with the better name was the crappy one. After the show we walked over to Colt Tanna, who seemed to have a bunch of girls eyeing him.
"Hey, man, great set!" Mason exclaimed, shaking his hand, and taking his soul.
'Thanks, we've been working on some new stuff, to appeal to a larger audience, I'm glad you like it!" he exclaimed.
"It's rare to see anyone but the lead singer get that into the music!"
"I write more then half of it, so it's easy to get into it, especially with the crowd tonight."
"Your one of the best guitarists I've ever seen, and I've seen some greats perform!"
"Thank you, the name's Colt, remember it, it'll be in lights one day!"
"I'm sure it will be, anyway the girlfriend isn't into this scene, but it was nice to meet you."
Mason later told me that when he was a kid his father used to take him to all kinds of rock shows. He had never really gone to many after he had died, and regretted it after that night. He had forgotten how much talent can be found if you just went and looked for it. I couldn't sleep, and Mason only slept for short periods at a time, then he'd wake up, and we'd just cry, not wanting to believe that it was going to be our last night together. During one of his naps I went to the computer to see if I had gotten and email from Reggie. I logged on and sure enough there was one. I read it;
Hey Millie!
I still can't get over your new email addy, you always seem to be able to make me laugh. All is great here, I love London so much, I'm sure that you could convince Mason to visit home cause I really want you to see the kids! They know all about you, and think you'd be really cool to meet!
Janna says hi!!!!!!!!!!!!! (she added all the exclamation points) She's learning all about how to use quotation, and she's very excited about it. She looks a lot like George when she was a kid, my mom even agrees, and she says she sometimes cries when she sees pictures of her. I can't imagine my mother crying over my kids, but whatever. She's going to be visiting in the summer, and I'm very excited, we all are.
The kids get to see Max's parents all the time since they moved. Did I tell you that they moved to just outside of London yet? Well now you definatly know!! Max sends his luv btw!
In other news, McKenna is entering the terrible twos, and it's absolutely crazy around here. We're all running around after her because she gets into everything. Just when we start to think that we've child-proofed beyond child-proofing, she goes and opens or finds something new. Maybe you and Mason did the right thing not having kids! haha, no you know I love my kids to death, they just make my hair turn gray way to early.
I'm totally missing our late night chats, but the time change, and the kids is just getting to be such a hassle, I hate it so much. This feels so impersonal, although I wonder how mommy's kept in touch before the invention of the internet! I hate to cut this short, but McKenna is crying. Tell me what's new in your life. Miss 'ya sista!
xoxo
-Reggie
I smiled upon reading it, and decided to tell her some sort of news about Mason after it happened, besides he was stirring, and I went into the bedroom before he could notice I was gone.
End
End notes: I know I'm evil, Moonie's already told me so please don't tell me again, but I said from the start that if they got together I'd have to loose Mason, and I kept him a really long time I have to get credit for that!! I also wanted you all to get to know Colt a tad before hand so that you wouldn't hate him, he's a really fun quasi-rockstar. Tell me what you think… trista aka the dustytiger
Answer to the what do you a call a drummer without a girlfriend? Joke… "homeless" laugh