Every so often, they end up back at this spot, playing a gig. It's where their roots are, and where the memories are, and where the fans and their band [is it a band?] really started, and it's usually pretty sweet playing here. Sure, it's Lima, and they know most of the groupies in Lima, but the beer's on the house and they know the owner of the place pretty well, and the place is fucking packed because it's Puck and Sam and everybody knows Puck and Sam [and if they don't know Puck and Sam, they know Quinn, and they know that Puck's her rockstar boyfriend and that's enough to make them curious even if they don't know the backstory, about McKinley and Beth and Finnocence]. He swears he sees Coach Beiste there, and maybe Mr. Schue somewhere in the background, but it's been something like six years since they've graduated from McKinley and it's not like he's really bothered to keep in touch with anybody.
He's there with Quinn; they'd been asked to play the gig, and he'd automatically said yes and passed the where and the when on to Quinn. She's his girlfriend, not necessarily his beard, because he actually does love her. It's just a fucking mess because he loves his best friend, too, and he actually pregames before the gig just so he won't think about what'll happen afterwards. Because they're in Lima and Quinn's out with them, and it's not Guys' Night and he's pretty fucking sure that Quinn both assumes and expects that they'll spend the night together. He hates the knowledge that he's going to come home the next day - if he does that - and see Sam's eyes, big and blue and betrayed, like a kicked puppy.
He jumps around the stage and keeps his pants on [this time, 'cuz he's totally going commando under these jeans, and he's pretty sure there would be a smackdown if he flashed Puckasaurus Sex to the crowd in front of both Quinn and Sam] and shouts at the crowd, spinning and showing off 'cuz he's pretty buzzed and that's just what he does. Sam's quieter that he's usually seen him, even after their encore, and Puck unplugs the cables and swings his guitar around to rest on his back, high-fiving Sam as they head backstage. "Let me put the baby away and then we can find Q and do shots, okay, bro? Come on, come with me."
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Date: 2011-07-22 01:00 am (UTC)He's there with Quinn; they'd been asked to play the gig, and he'd automatically said yes and passed the where and the when on to Quinn. She's his girlfriend, not necessarily his beard, because he actually does love her. It's just a fucking mess because he loves his best friend, too, and he actually pregames before the gig just so he won't think about what'll happen afterwards. Because they're in Lima and Quinn's out with them, and it's not Guys' Night and he's pretty fucking sure that Quinn both assumes and expects that they'll spend the night together. He hates the knowledge that he's going to come home the next day - if he does that - and see Sam's eyes, big and blue and betrayed, like a kicked puppy.
He jumps around the stage and keeps his pants on [this time, 'cuz he's totally going commando under these jeans, and he's pretty sure there would be a smackdown if he flashed Puckasaurus Sex to the crowd in front of both Quinn and Sam] and shouts at the crowd, spinning and showing off 'cuz he's pretty buzzed and that's just what he does. Sam's quieter that he's usually seen him, even after their encore, and Puck unplugs the cables and swings his guitar around to rest on his back, high-fiving Sam as they head backstage. "Let me put the baby away and then we can find Q and do shots, okay, bro? Come on, come with me."
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To: q
From: puckzilla
taking care of shit, find u in 5? love u