Mason was happy for his sister.

It required considerable patience on his part to not reveal his annoyance about the bill, though. He was inbetween meetings when he received the call; Mason flinched at the eager voice through the speaker, needing a moment to placate her. ”I wanna get married in a stadium!” She whined, ”It would mean so much if you helped out with paying. Please, Mason? Please?”

Audrey’s fiance was the star quarterback for his team. If that wasn’t enough laurels and accolades to his name— he was the first star elf quarterback in the league. It was a far cry from the prejudice Mason reminisced the race experienced in his youth. Times changed, though, and it was apparent that they changed quick; enough to make Mason see it enter his personal life.

Not that I care. Who the fuck should care? Love is love, or something like that. Mason rubbed his temples with a free hand, wearily dismissing puzzled aids. He began to pace, speaking insistently. When he began to illustrate to his sister the cost of it all, the planning and permissions they had to gain to even stage an event, Audrey just buckled down. “It’s his whole life! His career! My husband! Please, Mason, please?”

… And then they were here. The burden of footing the check and organization was shouldered by him. He'd bitch, but managed to mollify himself this was for family. At least it turned out…- Fine, to him. The empty bleachers were strung up with rafters, spotlights illuminating the entire field despite the night slowly arriving. Wherever he looked, there were swathes of people. Plus-ones, friends of family-- people to impress. Mason couldn’t begin to deduce the amount of guests that were milling about in the grassy field. The amount of voices hurt his ears.

There were countless attendees, thousands plates of food, and an absurd amount of football paraphernalia. Even the cake was a football; Mason considered it all campy. This isn’t marriage to fucking last a month. Who wants to tell their grandkids the marriage was sports-themed? Mason glowered at everyone from his seat of honor besides the groom.

His pride was assuaged, at least, recognized for pulling off the herculean feat of getting this wedding into reality. Audrey was giddily talking to him, and though he intermittently partook in the conversation, Mason ultimately resigned himself to silence.

He couldn’t help but feel sullen. Prosperity came to him easy in the form of best-selling books, but love hadn’t. You realize you have an issue at hand around the third divorce. Being disgustingly rich didnt really help it your marital affairs. Is it me? Or is it them? He rubbed the bridge of his nose tentatively.

Its definitely not the looks, at least. He spared himself a glance at the silverware. Mason looked younger for a man in his mid-twenties. There was a certain brooding charm to him, he realized; serious dark eyes, a messy tangle of hair, and a sort of intensity in the way he held himself.

He softly shook his head, chuckling. Calm down. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Maybe he’d just drink himself to death tonight at this table. Mason heard a voice, though— someone was asking for him?

He looked to the side. “— Yes?”

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