Let It Be [open]

[attr="class","box2"]Drinking and dancing weren't Mason's first choice of spending the night, but it was cold out and there wasn't much else to do. Besides, he needed to get out and meet more people. He had been a hermit while setting up his ranch. He still only had one horse on the property, but things were coming together slowly. And by slowly, he meant, very slowly. He'd figure it out eventually. He had a nice home and an amazing horse. Maybe he'd even get some boarders in by being out in the public. As long as he stayed somewhat sober, that is. If he got too drunk, nobody was going to want to board at his stable.

He slid into a seat at the bar, and ordered a beer from the bartender. Something dark. He glanced out to the dance floor. There were a few pretty ladies dancing, but he figured they probably either all came together or had a man themselves. The bartender brought him his drink back, and he took a nice long swig.

Mason turned his attention to the tv. Sports and the news were on. The news was reporting on the freak snow storm that he had been hearing about all week. He rolled his eyes. All anyone had to do was look outside and they could see what was going on. He was sick of the snow already. Though, he figured most people were. He took another sip of his drink and decided to watch the sports channel instead.

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