Blood and Snow

Chapter Thirty-Two

Mistakes were made.

Mistakes were seriously made.

Halfway through the Christmas party, Flynn disappeared. When he reappeared, he was carrying two bottles of wine in each arm. Happy somehow convinced Belle to drink some wine with her, and now Happy was passed out on one of the chairs. Belle, however, was seriously drunk. It turns out that she can get drunk really fast. She didn't even finish her first cup! "This issss fun." She whispered, slurring. "I've nnnnever- *hic* - drank beffffforrrrre."

Mason and Baron were speaking to each other when Belle started screaming. "AAAAH NAH I'MMA LATE - *hic* - DADDY'S GOANNA BE MAAAAAD AT MEEEE-!" The lawyer hiccuped and cried, seemingly afraid of whatever she was thinking about. "I DOAN WANNA GO HOOOOOME! DADDY- *hic* - S'GONNA YELL AHRT MEEEEEEEEEE! IIIII WANT MAH MAMAAAAA!" She definitely wasn't having fun anymore. Tyreke and Baron both looked saddened by what she was saying. Belle cried again, "Yer jus'- *hic* - messing thing'ssss up agaiiin! Why can't you- *hic* -be a beeeaaatter daughter! Eeeeeven Mama listens better than you- *hic*!"

Mason frowned, remembering what Belle told him about her father. "Hang on, Baron. I'll be right back." He said to the taller male and walked over to Belle. He crouched down to where she was sitting on the floor and tapped her shoulder, "Belle? Are you-?"

"Macey!" Belle grabbed Mason and pulled him into a hug. "Macey's - *hic* - heeeeerrrre!" She drunkenly cheered. Mason frowned and struggled to get out of her grip. "Belle, let go of me." He demanded. The woman giggled, "OoookieDAY!"

She released him, letting Mason get on his feet. He brushed himself off and saw the big grin on Flynn's face. "Aye, looks like the lass can't handle her wine!" The redhead laughed. "SSSSS'NOT FUNNYYYY- *hic* - YA PORCH PIRATE!" Belle yelled defensively. Mason grinned mockingly at Flynn as the one-eyed man grumbled. Belle latched herself onto one of Mason's legs and cuddled it. "Sssssssoft." She whispered. Mason gave himself a sigh of defeat and looked back down at Belle. "Hey, Belle, why don't you go back to your room? You must be tired, right?" He asked her in an attempt to persuade her to leave the party before she could hurt herself or say something she'll regret. Belle nodded, "Yeeeeessiree."

She stood up (nearly falling over on Mason twice) and stumbled towards the exit. She tripped on her own feet and fell onto her stomach. "OWIE!" She yelled. Mason shook his head and went over to help her back up. He walked Belle back to her room after a while and opened the door for her. She pulled him inside, slammed the door shut, and pushed him onto the bed. "Belle, what are you-?!"

Belle flopped onto the bed next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "MINE." She declared. "Yer mine now!"

[HAHAHAHA YOU THOUGHT-]

Poor Mason was confused. He tried to get up, but the woman had an iron grip on him. She mumbled the word "mine" repeatedly every time. Mason eventually gave up and accepted that he was stuck there. Belle snuggled herself into him and smiled brightly. Mason would glare at her if he didn't find this a little amusing. Seeing the lawyer drunk like this was actually kind of funny- minus the whole name-calling part of it. "Hey, Belle? Can I ask you something?"

"Aaaaaask away, cuuutie!" She giggled. Mason chose to ignore that. "Can I go back to the party?" He asked. "Nnnnyeo!" She said, "I warnna cuddle!"

The man rolled his eyes and did his best to get comfortable. 'I'm going to be here for a while. Might as well make myself comfortable. I'll wait until she passes out, then I can get out of here.' He thought of his plan to escape. Mason wondered if this was how Belle felt sometimes; trapped by a crazy person and unable to move because they don't want you to. Belle giggled again. "Sssssorry..." she whispered, "Ahm just-a chasin' yous away..."

Mason pet her head to keep her from crying again, "No, you're not. You're just... very drunk. How much wine did you have?"

"I dunno." Belle said. "Mmmaaybe a sip?"

"Oh, good lord." he muttered under his breath.

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Belle finally passed out an hour later. Mason wasn't sure if she'd be hungover in the morning, but he knew she'd handle it better if she didn't wake up with someone else in her bed. Even though they both would still be fully clothed, knowing her, she'd have a heart attack and a half before she realized that nothing actually happened. He went to his room and changed into his pajamas before laying down on the bed. He got under the comforter and closed his eyes as he thought about what Belle said. "'Cutie'?" He muttered before he fell asleep, "Why would she call me a cutie?"

[Day Twelve]

When he woke up the next morning, he felt warm and comfortable. That was unusual since his room was always cold. Mason opened his eyes and blinked. He stretched one of his arms out and heard his bones pop. He yawned and decided to go back to sleep. He put his arm around Belle, getting comfortable again.

'Wait-' Mason's eyes flew open as he let out a yell of surprise, startling Belle awake and making her fall out of his bed with a squeak. "Ow!" She hollered as she hit the concrete floor. Mason quickly leaned over to yell at her (and maybe to see if she was alright). "What are you doing in here?!" He shouted. Belle sat up quickly and scrambled backwards in alarm. "I-I don't know! Where am I?!" She asked. Mason took a deep breath and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he calmed down. "You're in my room. You were in my bed. Why were you in my bed?"

"I don't- ow!" She gripped her head in her hands, "ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..."

Mason thought for a moment, "That would be the hangover... I guess I shouldn't be surprised, honestly. Belle, do you realize how drunk you were last night?"

"No." Belle responded, "... Did I... do anything?..."

"Not that I'm aware of, no." Mason told her. "You called Flynn a porch pirate and you were crying about how you didn't want to go home to your father." He decided to leave out the part were she was a bit obsessive over him for both of their sakes. Thinking a bit more on how she got here, he decided that she most likely woke up while she was still drunk and followed him to his room. She was probably sad or scared and just wanted to be near him. Belle rubbed her shoulder and winced. "Did you land on it?" He asked her when he noticed. Belle shook her head, "It's just super sore right now..."

"Can I see it?"

Belle shook her head and blushed, "N-No! I'd have to take off my dress for that!"

Mason raised his hands in a harmless gesture, "Alright. Calm down. I was only going to make sure that you didn't hurt your shoulder last night."

Belle stood up shakily and leaned on the dresser next to her. "... I uh-... I should go apologize to Flynn for calling him a porch pirate." She excused herself. Mason nodded. "Alright... Hey, Belle?" He said, gaining her attention again, "Merry Christmas."

"M-Merry Christmas." She replied and walked out of the room. The blush was still burning on her cheeks. She remembered that something happened last night. It made her feel all giddy and strange, but it probably wasn't anything bad if Mason didn't mention it. As she shut his door behind her, she heard Mason sigh on the other side. She sighed too. Then she turned left and locked eyes with Baron. She nearly jumped, but the look on his face made her stop. "... I'm going to pretend that I didn't come over here and see you leave his room." The tall man said and turned around. Belle ran after him as he walked away, "Wait, Baron, that's not what happened!"

[This chapter was literally just for giggles... But now I have to use what happened here in the story. Heck.]