𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 :
MASON HUFFED FOR THE TENTH TIME that night. he sat in the booth of a random club. callum was to his right, billy on his left and surprisingly, ruben was sat opposite them, talking to two models. kanté was there too, bored out of his mind as he sipped on his glass of water.
the three chelsea boys were left by the rest of their team who decided to get white boy wasted. mason could briefly see jorginho dancing with a beautiful black girl, he looked a little confused as she danced on him but went with it anyways.
it was curtis jones' birthday, and the liverpool player had rented out an entire club to have a flashy birthday party. the boy didn't even understand why he was there, he plays for fucking chelsea. but for some reason, billy had dragged him out anyways.
in reality, mason wanted to be cuddled up with azelia and sage on her sofa, watching rugrats. but no, his bachelor friends wanted him out with them. he could've always declined but remembered that he owed the scottish boy a solid anyways which he would for sure be cashing in if he tried to protest.
he made his way to the bar, singing along to the song that was being peformed. mason had to admit, whoever organised this party had good music taste. he was sure he saw pop smoke at one point, talking to madders of all people.
"just a lemonade please," mason mumbled to the bartender who looked at him like he was crazy.
"want me to put a lil' something extra?"
"oh shit yeah, ice please," he quickly remembered and unlocked his phone. he went through people's snapchat stories, which were mostly party snaps from the club he was currently at. he watched sage's story, smiling when she posted a video of azelia. he rewatched it a few times before swiping up and asking sage to send it to him.
"lemonade." mason thanked the bartender and looked around the place. it was full to the brim with models, influencers and footballers. he was too lazy to walk all the way back to his table, so mason took a seat on a stool at the bar.
MASON WAS BASICALLY FINISHED with his second lemonade, about to order a third, when he felt pressure on his foot. a group of girls were way too close, their backs facing towards him. he tapped the one nearest, putting on the most polite voice he could. "excuse me, you stepped on my shoe."
"oh sorry, let me buy you a drink to make it up to you babe." he didn't recognise her voice, but it sounded a lot like that lucinda girl from love island. why the fuck is it always those ones? he thought to himself.
"the drinks are free."
"okay well i'll dance with you and make it up back at mine?" she offered. mason visibly cringed at the thought. him, a couple months (or weeks) ago would be all for it. but now? not so much.
"no thanks. just be careful next time, yeah?"
"course, babe." mason ignored her and turned back to his phone. he continued scrolling through it for a bit, replying to a few fan dm's before he felt pressre on his foot, again.
