#helluva night

Brennan’s life had been consumed by college sports lately, somewhat of a rarity for him, but March Madness was the best gambling event of the year, and college hockey was near and dear to his heart. It was not a recipe for meeting women, not a recipe for finding himself in a situation like this, and so, as if he wouldn’t have regardless of the circumstances, he jumped at the opportunity to head over to Stella’s. It didn’t take long at all, in seemingly no time he was at her front door waiting for it to spring open. “Hurry your ass up, I’m sad and alone out here,” he called out, bringing his first to the door again.

@thefunksoulbrotha ... I just.. I can't. 😂👅

Mason shouldn’t have been pursuing Matty’s sister still, at least not if he wanted to salvage their friendship, but honestly, Matt was the furthest thing on his mind at the moment. He knew Clara was nervous, but the fact that she brought it up was promising to say the least. He took out a bottle of Southern Comfort and a few glasses, setting them out as he heard the knock on the door. “Well hello there, beautiful,” he welcomed Clara with a smile, opening the door up and stepping aside to let her in, his hand finding the small of her back, glancing out the door to see if Sylvia had arrived yet, keeping his door cracked so she could just walk in. “Shots? SoCo good?”

Wake up in the middle of the night. What's that bright light outside that's lighting up everything? This is weird, aliens? No, it's 6AM. It's the sun.

superduperkyle + smallwhitegirl =