“I don’t act like one. Can you blame me. Now were is my Tylenol? My head is still in pain and if I don’t get it, I will bash my head into your car.” Mason sighed as he handed him the tylenol. “When I said relax and drink, I didn’t mean the whole damn bar.”
He only chuckled at her retort, returning her smirk with one of his own. “Me? Wrapped around your little clubs finger? Last time I checked I’ve been pretty good at getting those girls to come crawling after me. But no worries, I get the desire of wanting the bragging rights of having a guy like me wrapped around your finger.” Not entirely true. Afterall he did have that unsaid thing with Cam before she started ignoring him altogether. She didn’t need to know that.
“All those steroids lead to… well… problems in bed don’t they?” He let out a snort, only looking back at her through the rearview. “Ahhh, forgot you’re used to those desperate types obsessed with having a great fake figure. I mean, with your cosmetic surgery, it feels probably comforting to be with someone who kinda compares huh?” He pulled off his glasses, turning his head and looking her up and down with a smirk. “Yup.” He faced forward and put his sunglasses back on. “Got that barbie transformation just right. You really know how to pick em Dani!”
He looked in the rearview, noticing she was putting on makeup. He gave a mischievous smile and stepped hard on the gas, followed by the break. “Those foot slips man,” he said as he finally pulled out on the road and started the drive. Mason was completely fine with the silence, but he could tell Daniel wasn’t. He subtly slapped him in the arm. “Yeesh, this is the first time I’ve been somewhat spared from your blabbering,” he said with a chuckle before glancing at the rearview mirror to Chelsea. He let out a sigh.
“So has Dani ever told you about his collectors edition of the game clue? The guy never loses.” In fact, he took the game way too seriously. He hoped Dani took that as a hint to make some type of damn conversation.