Aug 16, 2017
f2f 👦👦 plaine
Puck squinted at the sign above Britty Bee’s, fuzzy thoughts swaying him toward the building. He’d been invited by Santana to come to a usual Wednesday wine-sesh ( he’d invited himself after she began talking about it in front of him ), and he held a bottle of wine in his hand to celebrate his presence there with them. Carelessly, he stumbled his way up to the third floor. Maybe he’d had too much to drink during his pre-game at the Snix Shack. Shrugging, Puck knocked on the door, setting the wine down on the floor behind him. “Yo, Snixxy-bitch -- answer the damn door.” He peeked through the peep hole.
