Sam's pissed at him. Sam's getting drunk, if he's not there already. Sam made Quinn cry. Puck chased Quinn, soothed her, and then said that he had to bring Sam home - but then he'd go to her place. Quinn got pissed. Sam's drunk.
Fucking fantastic.
"I'll call you when I get him home, and then you tell me if you wanna see me tonight," he finally says, exasperated, as Sam nearly falls off the bar stool, looking like shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. "If you decide you wanna come over, that's where I'm gonna be." And Sam's gonna sleep in his motherfucking room for once. "It's your call." He kisses Quinn's forehead quickly, murmuring, "Love you," in her ear [he's said it before, it's not like that's the first time] before turning and heading toward Sam.
"What the fuck, seriously," he growls, bumping Sam with his shoulder as he slides onto an empty bar stool. "She's fuckin' pissed at me 'cuz I wouldn't just leave your drunk ass here. We're going the fuck home, so get your shit together so I can get you in the car and come back for our gear." He shakes his head. "I try to be a good guy and I can't fucking win. Dude, you know how much this sucks." For all of us.
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Date: 2011-08-12 09:50 pm (UTC)Sam's pissed at him.
Sam's getting drunk, if he's not there already.
Sam made Quinn cry.
Puck chased Quinn, soothed her, and then said that he had to bring Sam home - but then he'd go to her place.
Quinn got pissed.
Sam's drunk.
Fucking fantastic.
"I'll call you when I get him home, and then you tell me if you wanna see me tonight," he finally says, exasperated, as Sam nearly falls off the bar stool, looking like shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. "If you decide you wanna come over, that's where I'm gonna be." And Sam's gonna sleep in his motherfucking room for once. "It's your call." He kisses Quinn's forehead quickly, murmuring, "Love you," in her ear [he's said it before, it's not like that's the first time] before turning and heading toward Sam.
"What the fuck, seriously," he growls, bumping Sam with his shoulder as he slides onto an empty bar stool. "She's fuckin' pissed at me 'cuz I wouldn't just leave your drunk ass here. We're going the fuck home, so get your shit together so I can get you in the car and come back for our gear." He shakes his head. "I try to be a good guy and I can't fucking win. Dude, you know how much this sucks." For all of us.