one day it's fine, the next it's black

[Mason Mitchell]

Mason's hand rested over his guitar as he came to the end of his song, "Right, cheers for listening, I've been Mason Mitchell, you've been a grand audience and...I'll now be your barman, as always," he finished jokingly with a grin as the people drinking in The Three Broomsticks clapped the acoustic set he'd just finished that evening. Pushing the microphone stand away from where he'd been sat, he stood up, tucking his stool back under the nearest table before he packed his guitar up in its case and stowed it to pick up at the end of his bartending shift.

Tucking his guitar pick in the back pocket of his jeans Mason ducked under the bar and pushed his shirt sleeves up. "Yeah my love, what can I get yeh?" he spoke to the waiting old lady, Mrs Spinelli from the flower shop down the road, a Broomsticks regular. With a charming smile at her he turned away to pour her sherry but paused, distracted, as he heard someone say his name, "Aye?" he asked.

((ooc: Anyone there for an evening drink wanna join Mase, por favor?))

[Charlotte Davenport]

((ooc: Hope you don’t mind Charlotte.))

Charlotte walked into The Three Broomsticks just as Mason was packing away his guitar. Sidling up to the bar she squeezed herself in between Mrs Spinelli and Mr Declan O’Callaghan, another regular, she tried getting his attention, “Mason,” she called over to the man her sister Danielle was previously interested in before she got him off murder charges and then left town to avoid any further awkwardness and hurt from her then current boyfriend Leo because he was apparently in love with his coworker Becki. Everyone sure had drama in their lives except her. “Mind if I have a beer?” she asked fishing around in her purse for payment.

“I didn’t know you played,” Char said, “So how does it feel being a free man, rather than a suspect in a murder case.” At the strange look Mrs Spinelli was giving her she turned to the old woman and said, “Don’t worry, he was innocent, just a case of wrong time wrong place, right Mason?”

[Mason Mitchell]

((ooc: Course not, she's great, thanks!))

"Oh, hi yourself Davenport," he greeted Charlotte with a smile, "Well this is a pub and I am but a lowly servant so I doubt I could prevent it, even if I did mind... which I don't by the way," Mason teased casually and then shook it away as she fished around in her purse. "It's fine, I got this one fer yeh, least I can do for Dani's sis, aye? How is she by the way, heard she was thinking of tecking the job in Italy or sumthin'?" he asked in a conversational tone, making sure to imbue his voice with this casual, almost blase, air. "Well a bit, only casual like, I first picked guitar up at school like all misguided fellas who think it'll get 'em a gerl, but it makes me a bit extra cash a month so it's handy," he shrugged it off.

Then, fixing her with an unamused look as she talked about his recent brush with the law, he held his hands up innocently at Mrs Spinelli, "I did absolutely nuffin, I promise, love. Completely wrong time, wrong place, wrong suspect," he assured her seriously, passing her the sherry she'd ordered before the old lady eyed him up, suspiciously now, and moved away from the bar to sit at a table on the far side of the pub. "Ta very much, Char, I worked me charm on her fer a full month to get her to lighten up and give us a smile," Mason grumbled before shaking his head, asking lightly, "So, how's life fer yeh, Charlie-girl?"