Sure, maybe Veronica Charlotte isn’t Olivia’s babysitter - but at the very least, one would imagine a warning would have been given to the girl. A simple Hey Olivia, just so you know, Fin quite literally is an arse and fcks any moving thing would have been fine, but instead, here she is with Finly fcking Klein. Not to mention, Mason knew that Fin has a sort of hate against him and it wasn’t hard to connect the dots (especially with the snide remarks on Instagram) that this had at the very least, a little to do with him. Long story short, Mason Mitchell didn’t like this - and with him at the party, he knew that Fin would take steps to make sure he pssed Mason off. It was a bad combination in general and it simply seemed like Olivia didn’t understand that despite her sentiment of Fin being the least of her problems and he shouldn’t worry about him. Here’s the issue, though - Mason did worry… even if he didn’t show it.
“SIenna… is fine…” Mason got out with his mind racing about his next move, though despite anything going through his mind… anything he really would have loved to say to her, he knew she was right. “Fine… fine… I… I’ll see you later,” and with that, Mason backed away from her, giving her one last look before he re-entered the party. Taking a deep breath, Mason walked inside - a frown meeting his lips when he saw the man of the fcking hour. Finley Wolf Klein - talking to his sister. Okay fine, not his but… WIll’s. There was absolutely no hesitation in Mason as, within a second, he shot Olivia one last look before walking over to Fin, tapping on his shoulder, and the SECOND Fin turned to face him, punching him. “Miss me, Fin? Honestly, if you ask me or anyone else at this fcking party, no one wants you here so why don’t you go home?” There was a flash of annoyance on Mason’s features as he looked Fin in the eyes, mentally preparing to block any punches back.
After all, he did tell SIenna that he’d give the people a show. Well, people… meet show - the show being his fist meeting Fin’s face.