dylcarlsson‌:

               Looking up at the male that had entered her shop, she smirked at his slight butchering of her name, thinking he also likely expected a male. “I didn’t hear ya come in,” she said at first while shutting off the machine and grabbing something to wipe her hands on. “Well, if you’re lookin’ for Dylan Carson, you’re in the wrong shop. If you’re lookin’ for Dylan Carlsson, then I’m your dream girl right here.” A playful expression was alight on her face. “If this Dylan Carson exists and has a wood shop so close to mine, I think I might be pissed. If you are lookin’ for them, let me try to steal your business— what’re ya lookin’ for?”

Tracking the sound of the woman’s voice, a half smile settled in his features. “I should probably apologize for butchering your name. Dylan, or should I go ahead and call ya Dreamgirl?”  he jested, lowering his gaze to meet with that of the much smaller woman. “Didn’t mean to startle you, I’m Mason, and I’m pretty sure I’m in the right place, if not then we should fix that” he partly joked and then extended a hand. “So you’re the Master Craftsman around here I take it? Or shouldn’t I assume that title comes along with owner?” He asked, his gaze averting, wholly taking in the smallish frame of the woman. “That’s the thing, I’m not sure if you’re able to take on the problem I’ve got, but if you’re willing to hear me out, I’ll definitely make it worth your time. This is going to require a field trip of sorts though, and I mean right now....have I captured your interest yet?”

charlainesinclair‌:

“I could use some of that kush,” came her reply upon entry into her brother’s place.  The blonde let out a long sigh as she set her bag down and briefly rubbed her fingers into the curve of her neck. “Probably some Jesus meeting considering it is God’s day, Mase.” She chuckled and added, “I still want something to chill with though, so —- give me the whiskey, and don’t be skimpy on the helping.” Her feet carried her into the kitchen behind him and she went to rest her exhausted frame against the counter. “Do I really look that bad? Damn.” The new full-fledged professor let out a small huff, one that wasn’t remotely negative but went along with the teasing between them. “Classes start on Tuesday at Columbia and I’m freakin’ out a little. I’m ready but I’m doing it all on my own now, you know?” She held out her hand for the whiskey, curling her fingers and beckoning the drink to her. “How are you? You look uglier today. What happened?”

“Tell me you are joking?” He said, shutting the door behind Charlie, his gaze tracking her as she made herself at home. “If you’re going to smoke that shit, at least get the good stuff. I don’t want any random calls about you needing bailed out of jail, or even worst, needing your stomach pumped, that shit’s nothing to play with.” Mason was ninety eight percent certain his sister was messing around, but that didn’t stop him from giving her the entirety of his brother spiel. “Spoken like a woman who made her church rounds. Did you light a candle for me? You know I need all the prayer I can get,” he joked, even though he was sure he’d broken some rule of sacrilege. Walking over to the liquor cabinet he cracked a smile at her allusion that he might be a cheap skate. He poured two fingers instead of one, and another for himself before walking over to the kitchen island and handing it over. 

He took the seat next to hers, taking in the sight of her, noticing how tired she seemed. “No, I’m just teasing you really, you only look half dead, when ya gonna make a play to join the circus with that mug of yours anyway?” He teased and chuckled inwardly. “You got this, I have all the confidence in the world in you,” he said and handed his sister the drink. “What are you teaching, anyway?” He asked, always interested in what Charlie was up to. “I’m doing, nothing much to report.”

[[ @dylcarlsson ]]

After weeks of solid research, reading online reviews on yelp and a few emails back and forth, Mason had finally made a decision. Well, he was getting there at least. He'd narrowed down his options down to a couple of different furniture makers, one in particular having piqued his interest more so than others. From what he had seen so far of his meandering the woodworkers completed jobs, his instincts hadn't failed him. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, finally encountering the small framed brunette. "I'm looking for a Dylan Carson, would that be you or have I stumbled into the wrong woodshop?"

"-- So I spent the better part of the morning trying to convince my client it doesn't take a mental gymnast to figure out selling meth to an undercover narc on Instagram doesn't leave much room for an actual defense." Not that he was being judgemental in the least. Long before the attorney had been to an ivy league law school, he'd been a student of life. "So long story short, my day was just alright. Enough about me though, how's your day Been? What have I missed since last we spoke?"

"- -- Come on in, dear sistah! Make yourself at home and all that jazz. Don't mind the neighbors and the noise, they're most likely smoking kush. Or having one of their come to Jesus meetings; I can't remember what day is which, but either way they'll quiet down in a bit." Mason paused, took Charlie's jacket and tossed it onto the nearest surface, then led them to the kitchen. "I've got soda, coffee and whiskey, choose your poison," he said, then looked her over. "You look you've had a day...what's been going on in your world?" @charlainesinclair

“I don’t think you’re alone in that sentiment plus it seems like little or no thought has been given to the user experience...it’s all about how many ads they can get you to click on. Try one of those ad blockers; probably not a cure all but who knows, might save a few trees.” Mason agreed with the other male for the most part, but he also couldn’t deny the convenience of these sites when done right. At the end of the day, the small annoyances that came with the convenience of having everything he needed to effectively run his business at the push of a button were worth it to him. “So outside of that what else is going on?”

“I’m sure it sounds silly, but sometimes I miss just sitting down and reading the morning paper,” Luis admitted. He adamantly placed his phone down, frustrated over how safari had decided to reload multiple times and the ads that continued to pop up whenever the website had decided to load. “You don’t have to deal with pop-up ads or brightening your screen while reading the paper outside or websites crashing. I think I’d rather buy a subscription to a paper than trying to subscribe to online newspapers.”

“That sounds like quite the makings of shit show you have going on there my friend.” Mason adjusted in his seat before taking a long pull from his beer, thinking about Logan’s predicament some more. “I might be able to refer you to some people to help clean up what sounds like your nightmare of an online presence, but I have to ask...what possessed you to sign up for this website to begin with? SeekingArrangement? I feel like there’s an interesting story here...indulge me.”

“A student dropped by my office hours today to introduce herself. I didn’t recognize her from any of my classes, so I had to ask her to remind me who she was, and apparently we’d already met… online… on SeekingArrangement. Turns out someone’s been using my pictures and offering to be people’s sugar daddy. I’m baffled.”