Red Wine
Red wine: Send a glass of red wine for a drunken kiss.
(Puck & Dylan)
Puck had definitely had a little too much to drink tonight. He was cursing himself internally, because now the room was swaying and it was all just totally annoying like this. Everything was a bit annoying actually, his team mates who didn’t understand a fucking thing, the chicks who were all quite clearly just pretending to be hammered and all the rest who were just in the way and adding noise. With some difficulty, Puck stumbled outside into the fresh air, for a moment grateful for the large garden and the fact that hardly anyone was outside. Or well, hardly anyone; Puck almost immediately spotted Dylan standing at the other end of the garden with his phone out, looking a lot like he was taking a picture of something.
He couldn’t help a small chuckle escaping him as he made his way towards Dylan - who had probably gotten struck by inspiration and just had to take a picture. Puck had never expected it, but he actually really liked being around Dylan - he was so down to earth, so easy to talk to and he just got things no one else ever got. Like he understood Puck, somehow and… well, it was nice. “Struck by inspiration?” Puck asked, only slurring a little when he closed in on him. When Dylan turned around to look at him, with eyes shining ever so slightly and that cocky half smile that he had, Puck found that his body acted on its own accord. Reaching out to grab a hold of Dylan’s shirt, he tugged him closer and leaned in to capture Dylan’s lips with his own and - fuck, Dylan was actually really good at this. When his brain caught up and he pulled back a little, breathing heavily, he couldn’t help a little grin, “Don’t even think about taking pictures now, Dylan.” He licked his lips briefly, before leaning in to kiss him again.