USER: Is this a realistic piece? Mason sighed in frustration, balling another pair of grass-stained socks into his fist. His duffel bag was overflowing with various jerseys and underwear, his only ticket to safe night on a cracked linoleum floor. The soulless yellow lights of the laundromat had become a companion in the night, with the hum of a washing machine spinning in his brain. Just as he had flung his locker door closed , and eased himself down onto his bag, wresting with the haphazard zipper, Victor flew around the corner. "Hey Mace , I can't stop and talk , have to train the guys and drive through bloody traffic to get there" . He spoke in a blurred rush of distraction as he grabbed a shirt from his locker. "Yo Vic, hello to you too..." Mason sighed again, his exasperation growing at the lack of greeting. "Sorry Mace, know , Ivy League commitments, I just , it never slows up. See you later." Mason didn't even look up from his overstuffed problem, the duffels teeth caught on a jersey sleeve, jarring the zip. "Ah hell , this is all so -". Exhaling in defeat Mason slammed his back against a random lock and started a phrase that wouldn't reach any ears but his own . "hey VIC , could I crash your place tonight-" . Victors eyes sailed past Mason's in a frenzied blur. "Gotta go buddy, stay safe , have fun out there , catch you later" And with that Victor was gone, tugging his shirt over his back as he rounded the corner at lightning speed. "Yeah, that guy really needs to slow down...

USER: Do Mason and Ethan seem to be close friends

USER: Is this a realistic piece?plausible? Mason sighed in frustration, balling another pair of grass-stained socks into his fist. His duffel bag was overflowing with various jerseys and underwear, his only ticket to safe night on a cracked linoleum floor. The soulless yellow lights of the laundromat had become a companion in the night, with the hum of a washing machine spinning in his brain. Just as he had flung his locker door closed , and eased himself down onto his bag, wresting with the haphazard zipper, Victor flew around the corner. "Hey Mace , I can't stop and talk , have to train the guys and drive through bloody traffic to get there" . He spoke in a blurred rush of distraction as he grabbed a shirt from his locker. "Yo Vic, hello to you too..." Mason sighed again, his exasperation growing at the lack of greeting. "Sorry Mace, know , Ivy League commitments, I just , it never slows up. See you later." Mason didn't even look up from his overstuffed problem, the duffels teeth caught on a jersey sleeve, jarring the zip. "Ah hell , this is all so -". Exhaling in defeat Mason slammed his back against a random lock and started a phrase that wouldn't reach any ears but his own . "hey VIC , could I crash your place tonight-" . Victors eyes sailed past Mason's in a frenzied blur. "Gotta go buddy, stay safe , have fun out there , catch you later" And with that Victor was gone, tugging his shirt over his back as he rounded the corner at lightning speed. "Yeah, that guy really needs to slow down ." Mason was alone again, gazing down in despondency at his laundry and his subsequent evening of drifting . As he resigned himself to the realities of his night, Ethan came sauntering round the corner, noticing Mason's presence, he stopped and offered a hand. "Mason? You need help with that? " Mason gazed up from his bag, relieved at the sound of acknowledgment. "Hey Eth, yeah if you could just hold that end down while I zip this sanded thing up" Ethan's eyes were sunken , as he held down the fabric as Mason yanked the zipper closed. "Thanks man, so what's up?" . Ethan , sinking down onto the uneven duffel bag , shrugged with exhaustion. "Not much, was needing to talk to Vic but , can't chase that guy down these days" Mason sighed yet again, concern passing through his stare . "Yeah I worry about him sometimes . He'll have an aneurism yet." Ethan laughed , fatigued showing in in lack-lustre demeanour . "He means well , Mace , but yeah he bites off more than he can chew , then spits it all over ya" Mason grinned back , shaking his head with agreement. "Yeah , poor ol' Victory boy . Anyway , I need to ask you a favour " Ethan rested his head on his fist , seemingly unfazed by the prospect . "Sure , hit me. " Mason paused in hesitation, glaring into the light just above Ethan's head as he framed the predicament, not even having a starting point . "I know you have treatments , probably tonight yeah?" . Ethan ran an exhausted hand through his hair and nodded "Yeah, I'm doing a four hour stint , not looking forward to it, why?" . Mason leaned in closer , meeting Ethan's tired eyes "any chance I can crash at your place , I'll have a decent meal ready when you get back , I'm trying to avoid my roommate because , well it's complicated-" Ethan stared back , his gaze softened with understanding. "It's fine .we could both use the food . I'll see you around nine ?" Mason , still musing the weight of the bag and his hunger levels , nodded amicably. "It's a plan Eth, I can throw together a mean plate of nachos, maybe a few mission style burritos. Your stomach will love me " . Ethan's laugh was filled with amusement, as he laced one of Mason's bag handles through his knuckles . "Oh , I'll be looking forward to that bro, you can do wicked things with tortilla chips .. and hospital food is garbage . Thanks , and don't hesitate to stay at mine whenever ." Mason rose and hauled the remaining strap off the floor groaning as he alleviated Ethan of the other . "This thing must contain every piece of clothing I own, I'll have to do some laundry at your's first , then I'll show your hot plate who's boss ." Ethan stepped backwards, his lean frame unbalanced by the sudden removal of the weight from his grip . "I really need to get back into training.." Mason's palm came down on Ethan's shoulder with a centred thump. "Well, you look like hell at the moment but, maybe you could talk to your doc about it later huh? I know Vic misses you as corner, he's been whooping Logan's ass a little too hard out of frustration." Laughing in response , Ethan shook his head "yeah , he's not about to accept the loss of my razor sharp skills huh?" They both stared at Mason's loaded shoulder , a silent moment of shared memories encompassing them. "Yeah, we all want you back out there , Ethan. But for now , let me at least lend your sofa a nice imprint of my ass ". Ethan , snorting in approval, clapped Mason over the back as they staggered out of the locker room and went their seperate ways .

USER: Is this plausible? Mason sighed in frustration, balling another pair of grass-stained socks into his fist. His duffel bag was overflowing with various jerseys and underwear, his only ticket to a safe night on a cracked linoleum floor. The soulless yellow lights of the laundromat had become a companion in the night, with the hum of a washing machine spinning in his brain. Just as he had flung his locker door closed , and eased himself down onto his bag, wrestingwrestling with the haphazard zipper, Victor flew around the corner. "Hey Mace ,Mace, I can't stop and talk ,talk, have to train the guys and drive through bloody traffic to get there" .there." He spoke in a blurred rush of distraction as he grabbed a shirt from his locker. "Yo Vic, hello to you too..." Mason sighed again, his exasperation growing at the lack of greeting. "Sorry Mace, know ,I know, Ivy League commitments, I just ,just, it never slows up. See you later." Mason didn't even look up from his overstuffed problem, the duffelsduffel's teeth caught on a jersey sleeve, jarring the zip. "Ah hell ,hell, this is all so -". Exhaling in defeatdefeat, Mason slammed his back against a random lock and started a phrase that wouldn't reach any ears but his own . "hey VIC ,own. "Hey Vic, could I crash your place tonight-" . Victorsat your-" Victor's eyes sailed past Mason's in a frenzied blur.blur, not even pausing for a second. "Gotta go buddy, stay safe ,safe, have fun out there ,there, catch you later"later." And with thatthat, Victor was gone, tugging his shirt over his back as he rounded the corner at lightning speed. "Yeah, that guy really needs to slow down ." Masondown." Mason muttered. Now he was alone again, gazing down in despondency at his laundry and his subsequent evening of drifting .drifting. As he resigned himself to the realities of his night, Ethan came sauntering roundaround the corner, noticing Mason's presence, he stopped and offered a hand. "Mason? You need help with that? "that?" Mason gazed up from his bag, relieved at the sound of acknowledgment. "Hey Eth, yeah if you could just hold that end down while I zip this sandeddamned thing up"up." Ethan's eyes were sunken ,sunken, as he held down the fabric as Mason yanked the zipper closed. "Thanks man, so what's up?" . Ethan ,Ethan, sinking down onto the uneven duffel bag ,bag, shrugged with exhaustion. "Not much, was needing to talk to Vic but ,but, can't chase that guy down these days"days." Mason sighed yet again, concern passing through his stare . "Yeahstare. "Yeah, I worry about him sometimes .sometimes. He'll have an aneurism yet." Ethan laughed , fatiguedlaughed, fatigue showing in in lack-lustre demeanour .his lack-luster demeanor. "He means well , Mace ,well, Mace, but yeahyeah, he bites off more than he can chew ,chew, then spits it all over ya"ya." Mason grinned back ,back, shaking his head with agreement. "Yeah ,"Yeah, poor ol' Victory boy . Anyway ,boy. Anyway, I need to ask you a favour "favor." Ethan rested his head on his fist ,fist, seemingly unfazed by the prospect . "Sure ,prospect. "Sure, hit me. "me." Mason paused in hesitation, glaring into the light just above Ethan's head as he framed the predicament, not even having a starting point . "I know youpoint. "You have treatments , probably tonight yeah?" .treatment tonight, right?" Ethan ran an exhausted hand through his hair and nodded "Yeah, I'm doing a four hour stint ,four-hour stint, not looking forward to it, why?" . Mason leaned in closer ,closer, meeting Ethan's tired eyes "any chance I can crash at your place ,place, I'll have a decent meal ready when you get back ,back, I'm trying to avoid my roommate because , wellbecause, well, it's complicated-" Ethan stared back ,back, his gaze softened with understanding. "It's fine .wefine. We could both use the food .food. I'll see you around nine ?" Mason ,nine?" Mason, still musing the weight of the bag and his hunger levels ,levels, nodded amicably. "It's a plan Eth, I can throw together a mean plate of nachos, maybe a few mission stylemission-style burritos. Your stomach will love me " .me." Ethan's laugh was filled with amusement, as he laced one of Mason's bag handles through his knuckles . "Oh ,knuckles. "Oh, I'll be looking forward to that bro, you can do wicked things with tortilla chips ..chips... and hospital food is garbage . Thanks ,garbage. Thanks, and don't hesitate to stay at mine whenever ."whenever." Mason rose and hauled the remaining strap off the floorfloor, groaning as he alleviated Ethan of the other .other. "This thing must contain every piece of clothing I own, I'll have to do some laundry at your's first ,yours first, then I'll show your hot plate who's boss ."boss." Ethan stepped backwards,backward, his lean frame unbalanced by the sudden removal of the weight from his grip . "Igrip. "'Y'know, I really need to get back into training.."training..." Mason's palm came downlanded on Ethan's shoulder with a centred thump. "Well, you look like hell at the moment but, maybe you could talk to your doc about it later huh? I know Vic misses you as corner,a corner; he's been whooping Logan's ass a little too hard out of frustration." Laughing in response ,response, Ethan shook his head "yeah ,"yeah, he's not about to accept the loss of my razor sharprazor-sharp skills huh?" They both stared at Mason's loaded shoulder ,shoulder, a silent moment of shared memories encompassing them. "Yeah, we all want you back out there ,there, Ethan. But for now ,now, let me at least lend your sofa a nice imprint of my ass ". Ethan ,ass." Ethan, snorting in approval, clapped Mason over the back as they staggered out of the locker room and went their seperate ways .separate ways.