AN: This chapter is way short, sorry. I'll do better next time ;
George Lass was pleased to wake up, still in the arms of the man she loved. They had somehow managed to spend the night together without anything, uh, happening.
Rube looked up to see George and Mason coming in together (AN: I know, weird transition), and George was obviously wearing Mason's clothing. They were laughing.
"Hello, gang," Mason greeted everybody. Although Rube liked to see a smile on George's sour puss, he didn't like where it had come from.
"Morning, Peanut," he said with a straight face and a pleasant tone.
"Hi, Rube. What you got for me?" George replied, pleasantly surprised that he was in a better mood than yesterday. He handed her a post-it after which her mood changed quickly, "What the fuck? This is in 18 minutes, Rube."
"Better run."
George kissed Mason on the cheek and hopped out of the booth.
Rube handed Roxy and Daisy their assignments, then slapped Mason's post-it pointedly down in front of him. The girls took that as their cue to exeunt themselves. Daisy patted Mason on the shoulder.
Mason leaned across the table when he and Rube were alone, "Rube, we haven't slept together or anything." Rube looked at him with a frown, thinking of Mason's clothes that George was wearing. Mason understood the look and added quickly, "Oh - but no, nonothing happened. We just slept together."
"That's fascinating. Look, I'm only going to tell you once not to fuck her over."
"Oy! I won't, I promise."
Rube ignored him, took a sip of his coffee, grabbed the bill, and stalked off.
"This isn't right. I haven't even done anything wrong," Mason mumbled to himself. 'Yet,' replied a voice in his head. He suddenly wasn't hungry.