Mason Warner

"I was one, and I've met plenty," she tilted her head, smirking. "Might be a nice little break, y'know? Hanging in the ER, bothering everyone. Sounds like a pleasant afternoon to me, aside from the being poisoned part. It's been long enough since we've messed with them, I'm sure they'll believe us this time." Winking, Amelia shrugged. "I might. I know a few lawyers. I don't know the laws about opening lawsuits against children, but surely someone'll help."

"Wow, Amelia Shepherd is admitting that she was untrustworthy as a child. This is amazing." Mason was only giving her a hard time, as evidenced by the laugh he let out when he was finished speaking. "Wouldn't you rather be in the ER on the other side of the bed, though? That's what you all like to do, isn't it? Cut people open? Yeah... they might believe us. Or they might think we're just playing the long game with them." Mason snorted at this last quip. "Maybe if you find the lawyer equivalent of that Doctor Lewis he'll help you. That guy's a douchebag."

"That's awful. You're such a dude," she said with a shake of her head. She remembered when she was in high school, seeing all of the combinations that boys in her classes would eat and she just hated it. "Consider yourself lucky that you only had a taste of it, because I would rather be stabbed than throw that up again," she admitted. "And booze does not make it taste better, I promise."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," he replied, even though he had a feeling that was not how she intended it to be. "Yeah, that's disgusting. I don't know how I would survive throwing that nasty crap back up. Going down was bad enough." He raised his brows at that. "You shouldn't be drinking, Clauds, you aren't even twenty-one yet." Not that he could really say anything about it, since he himself had had more than an occasional drink underage. "Good to know, though. Won't try to mix the two."

"I couldn't agree with you more. It is one of the universe's most painful truths that the good stuff tastes bad and most of the bad stuff tastes good." His son seemed so disappointed and it amused him quite a lot to have this conversation with his grown child. He clasped his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed. "There are just some things that you do for love. A gross drink a day is something I can manage."

"We live in a very cruel world." While he was mostly joking, there was a part of him that wished the opposite were true - that the stuff that was good for you actually tasted good. Would make being healthy a hell of a lot easier. Mason let out a chuckle. "Maybe I should take some lessons from you. Might make it easier to keep Cami around for more than a few months at a time."

"you're welcome." cami wiped her hands on her jacket and then helped another customer, before looking back at mason. "they definiely forget. sometimes it's nice though, keeps me on my toes listening to the weird stories and love lifes of other people." she smiled and took a deep breath. "how's life been?" she did have to admit that she missed him, but they had a complicated relationship.

Eyebrows quirked when she mentioned listening to other people's love lives. He took another drink at that, wondering if listening to their stories ever made her think about their relationship. They were currently broken up - again - and he was no doubt here with some attempt to win her back. "Life has been... well, shitty, honestly. I miss you, Cami." So much for subtlety. "You gonna stand there and tell me you don't miss me too?"

"Wheatgrass isn't actual grass. It's wheat, and it's good for your immune system. It's supposed to detoxify everything." Okay, maybe she should've tried a glass for herself before talking it up like it was so great. "...I'm starting to think the taste might not be worth all the supposed benefits, though."

"Why do we need to detoxify everything..?" Mason asked, wondering if it was really worth it to try and stomach this crap. "Yeah, you can say that again. This shit's disgusting. Gimme something with actual flavor, not something that's going to make me want to rip my tastebuds out with my bare hands."

Charlotte stood by the stove, starting in making making the hot toddy syrup that she typically made around this time. Her parents had passed the tradition down to her so she stood with a silicone spatula in hand, stirring the peppermint candies as they began to melt. She heard the door open and her head turned, waiting to see which face would appear in the doorway.

The smell from the stove made its way to Mason's nose eventually, and he realized he might have chosen the right day to come over here. At least if the talk didn't help much, maybe the candies Charlotte was making would help raise his endorphins and increase his happiness - at least a little.

"Kids aren't trustworthy," Amelia muttered, "they lure you in with big eyes and chubby cheeks and sweet smiles, then they prove to you that they're all the same. Just little con artists." Ending her rant with a hint of a smile, Amelia put on a kind face to the kids, then once they turned away her expression fell. "When we're in the ER later, I hope they at least put us next to each other," she spoke with a nod, just before throwing the drink back, figuring it was best to take it all at once rather than slowly. After swallowing, she attempted to keep a poker face, but the sour grass-y taste crept up and made her eyes water. "Those kids are about to get sued."

"Sounds like you have experience dealing with untrustworthy kids," Mason responded, before letting out a laugh as they started to move away from the kids. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen because the last thing I need is my parents wondering what's happening to me and why a drink sent me in to the ER. They'll probably think it's just us pulling a prank on them like we used to do when I was a kid." Those were some fun times, though. As he watched her take the entire drink down at once, his eyebrow raised. "You're gonna sue them? Good luck with that, Aunt Amelia. Let me know how that works for you."

"I said that it's pretty close to grass not that it was actually grass. There's plenty of things that are healthy that taste like absolute garbage. It's the unfortunate reality of the world that we live in." He said, clasping his hand on his son's shoulder empathetically. "I can neither confirm nor deny that your mother forces these on me. Because that would be saying that I don't happily do something that she asks of me." Cooper replied with a sly wink.

"It is very sad that everything that's healthy tastes disgusting, while everything that tastes amazing is so unhealthy for you." Who came up with that sort of convoluted logic where food was concerned? He didn't like them very much. Mason let out a laugh at his father's answer to if he had to drink this crap at home, too. "Got ya. So the answer is yes, but you'll do anything for mama because you love her so much. You're a better man than most, pops."

Vic turned and scrunched her nose at the drink. "Did Travis or Maya give it to you? They're all about drinking those gross things. I'd rather have a strawberry peach smoothie. And I'm pretty sure you do too right about now." Vic couldn't keep the slight smirk off her face as she flipped the pancake she was currently making. "You want one or two?"

"That is privileged information that I don't want to give out in case it gets back to them that this is nasty..." The last thing he needed was for Travis to think Mason was ungrateful or found his taste in drinks disgusting. "Strawberry peach would be a hell of a step up from literal grass," he agreed, though hopefully the food she was making would take away the taste from his mouth. "Do you really have to ask?" he questioned. "The answer is always two."

"Is Spinich good to begin with?" Arizona wondered, maybe an apple a day kept most doctors away but she wouldn't go near that nasty green veggie with a ten-foot pole. Laughter escaped and she couldn't help but nod in agreement, "you know, you might be onto something, but if the suffering is really that bad.. you can just get something else."

"I was referring to smoothies. Who decided they should take a fruit smoothie and add green crap to it?" All in the name of health, apparently. "I'm not the type of person who tends to just... stop eating something because it's gross." A very bad habit, honestly, depending on who you asked. "Plus, it seems like a waste of money to not finish something I bought on a whim, you know?"

The blonde shook her head. "You honest to god looked at that and thought it looked appetizing?" she asked, crinkling her nose. "Have you ever thrown up green drink before, Mas?" Claudia asked him. "Because I have. And there is nothing quite like the feeling of what can only be described as acidic lawn clippings coming back up and burning your throat and nose."

Mason shrugged. "Pretty much everything I see looks appetizing until proven otherwise," he explained. It happened with basically being a human garbage disposal. "No, can't say I have. Can't say I want to, either. Sounds like a very unpleasant experience. Whoever came up with this drink in the first place should be arrested."

"Don't worry about it, usually makes the night go by faster and it helps me not think about my own problems." Cami said grabbing a napkin and setting it down in front of him. "One beer, coming right up." She said and turning around to pour the beer, before setting it down in front of him and then nodding her head. "Of course, people say things because they think nobody is listening because everybody is drunk or just in their own conversations but we're always listening."

"Thank you," Mason responded as the beer was set in front of him. He quickly raised the glass to his lips, relishing the first drink after a long shift at the station. "People really do seem to forget there's bartenders here paying attention to everything, don't they? Give them some alcohol and everything else ceases to exist. Your job seems a lot more interesting than most." Though he doubted dealing with bar fights was much fun.

"What the fuck, Mason?" Claudia looked at the drink, and couldn't believe he even had it in his hand to begin with. "That's because it might as well be grass. Who the hell gave that shit to you and why the hell did you say yes?"

"Whoa, calm down Clauds. It's not that serious." Seriously disgusting, maybe, but nothing more than that. "I found it on the counter in mom and dad's house. Thought it looked appetizing. Clearly, I was wrong about that. Why do you have such strong feelings about this drink, Claud? You're not the one with the suffering taste buds."

"Mine?" Amelia spoke with raised brows, "I know better than to drink lemonade made by elementary schoolers. I was one once, so I know good and well that I took plenty of non-lemonade ingredients out of my mother's pantry and threw it in the pitcher before charging innocent neighbors top dollar for it." With a grin, she takes a deep breath, "but, I'm no bitch. So, I suppose I'll suffer next." Amelia turned to a few of the concession stands, where there were three different groups of kids selling alleged lemonade. "Which group of germs did you get it from?"

"Well, excuse me for thinking I was doing something kind. Next time I'll just give them the money and tell them to keep the drink to themselves." Because whatever the hell was in this cup was not lemonade; not even close to it. He doubted there was even any lemons in it. "Look at you, taking one for the team," Mason teased, before heading to the group of kids in the middle, who were staring eagerly at him clearly not having witnessed his initial disgust with the concoction. "My friend here would like one of your drinks, too," he told them, putting more money down on the table. "My treat," he added, turning back to Amelia.

"honestly, if i'm going to listen to people's problems all day long i should've become a thearpist. who knew being a bartender was like that but with worse pay and then having to clean up after drunk crying people." cami shook her head, as she wiped down the bar in front of her and smiled. "what can i get you?"

"Well, I will do my best not to push any of my problems onto you," Mason responded with a smile. Not that he was having any problems lately, unless you counted the heartache he still felt over his ex dumping him, and that wasn't something he wanted to talk about in the first place. "Just a beer, please. Whatever you have on tap is fine. So," he added after ordering, "do you ever hear anything super intriguing here? Or is it stuff you wish you'd never had to hear in the first place?"

"There is not a damn thing wrong with it," Sofia shook her head. It was a good thing, really, but she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. The transfer went well for her, and surely it would go well for Delaney, but there was that little voice in Sofia's head telling her not to hold her breath. After a beat of silence, Sofia decided to give herself a break from wallowing in self pity, even if just for a minute. "You guys bring anything fun into the ER?"

"Okay..." Mason was even more confused now, but grateful for the change of subject. At least he could contribute more to a conversation about who was recently brought in to be seen. "Depends on what you consider fun. This last patient was someone who probably lost some brain cells along the way because he stacked two ladders on top of each other to get onto the roof of his house. Apparently he thought it was secure when it, in fact, was not. He's got a few broken bones, but that's it."