[b][h2][color=slategray][center][b]Mason[/b][/center][/color][/h2][/b]
[center][h3]Moonlight Manor[/h3][/center]

Mason watched as James disappeared through the basement door. As he turned his head he found his eyes settling on Maks as the man neared with vodka in hand. It had taken Mason a while to warm up to the him early on, like many others. Maks lack of English hadn't helped but even so Mason could see the good intentions even across the language barrier. Maks sudden comment on his sleep had Mason wondering if he looked tired or maybe had bags under his eyes, he hoped not, it was likely Maks just making small talk. Mason opened his mouth to answer when Maks stomach interrupted and Mason smirked, [color=slategray]"Slept fine Maks. What about you? How was the closet?"[/color] He may not have seen the Russian exit the closet but he'd walked by it on the way in, and had smelled the odor of alcohol.

Mason shook his head amused as Maks went digging into the fridge. The man couldn't even wait for the food to be prepared. He took another sip from his glass of water, holding back a yawn. When Maks came back up for air, the grin on the Russians face was like he'd just won the lottery. Then when he'd been offered some of the raw food Mason brought both hands up, one with the glass still in it, in a defensive gesture. [color=slategray]"No thanks, you dig in."[/color] The man really could learn to not talk with his mouth full but Mason couldn't bring himself to complain. 

He was aware of the returning pack members presence outside, the scent of alpha reaching his nose. That combined with people filing inside was causing him to tense lightly, his grip on the glass becoming more firm. It was becoming one of those days where everyone was in the same place, not that it was that uncommon. Mason was resisting the urge to slip out, quieting his inner self. The man did however move from his position, crossing the kitchen so that he was just outside of it's borders, that way he wasn't in the midst of everyone.