He understands, now, why Sam was kind of pissed at him that first night. That first night they shared, though, Sam was also drunk - just not as drunk as he was. This shit's not as funny when you're sober, and he is, and he doesn't like it.
A few options. He could go home, fall asleep in his bed. He could get Sam into bed and then leave for his mom's... or leave for Quinn's. Regardless, he stumbles when Sam crashes into him from behind, his arms wrapping around Puck's ribs before he basically becomes dead weight and makes it a little fucking harder to reach the house. [He's happy, at this point, for automatic locks; he just beeps the truck and it enables the alarm. He'll get Sam in the house and come back for the shit in the back.] "Shower first," he tells Sam firmly. "You smell like smoke and tequila, dude. I just washed my fucking sheets." Annoyance is taking over, and the night is absolutely not going his way at all. Sam tries to tug him toward the bathroom, but they've got at least a grand of equipment in his truck, and he'd like to get that in the house before anything else happens.
"I'm serious, dude," he nearly growls, turning to grasp Sam's wrists in his hands. "Get naked. Get your ass in the shower. I'm gonna get our shit out of the truck unless you want it to get stolen. If you don't shower, I'm not sleeping with you." It's a serious concession that he's even considering sleeping with Sam; he'll have to come up for something really stellar, because he and Quinn had planned to spend tonight together. Having fun.
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Date: 2011-08-20 05:30 am (UTC)A few options. He could go home, fall asleep in his bed. He could get Sam into bed and then leave for his mom's... or leave for Quinn's. Regardless, he stumbles when Sam crashes into him from behind, his arms wrapping around Puck's ribs before he basically becomes dead weight and makes it a little fucking harder to reach the house. [He's happy, at this point, for automatic locks; he just beeps the truck and it enables the alarm. He'll get Sam in the house and come back for the shit in the back.] "Shower first," he tells Sam firmly. "You smell like smoke and tequila, dude. I just washed my fucking sheets." Annoyance is taking over, and the night is absolutely not going his way at all. Sam tries to tug him toward the bathroom, but they've got at least a grand of equipment in his truck, and he'd like to get that in the house before anything else happens.
"I'm serious, dude," he nearly growls, turning to grasp Sam's wrists in his hands. "Get naked. Get your ass in the shower. I'm gonna get our shit out of the truck unless you want it to get stolen. If you don't shower, I'm not sleeping with you." It's a serious concession that he's even considering sleeping with Sam; he'll have to come up for something really stellar, because he and Quinn had planned to spend tonight together. Having fun.