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"I'm bored!" I sighed, annoyed. I've been sitting on a very comfortable couch in the VIP lounge with Mason next to me for the past ten minutes. "What are we even doing here?"
"I come here everyday to hang out with Ace," Mason replied, "except I don't see him today. I'll just give him a call."
"Genius!" I explaimed sarcastically, "great idea!"
He rolled his eyes as he took out his phone and called Ace. Mason stood up, the phone near his left ear. He ran a hand through his hair, muttering a few curse words before placing his phone back in his pocket. He looked at me, "he's not answering."
"I'm going to have a drink." I stated, standing up.
"You can't walk around in this place alone," Mason said with a groan, "wait right here. I'll be right back."
"You can't expect me to sit here and wait for y—" Mason cut me off by placing a hand in front of me, "Ivy this place is dangerous. I'm already regretting bringing you here. I'll be right back, stay here. I'm serious. Alright?"
I huffed be
