Vegas, baby!|Puck&Santana
Puck sat at the bar, for once having someone bring him drinks instead of the other way around. The fact that it was a really hot girl serving them up didn't hurt things. He talked her up a little bit when she passed by, too busy to have an actual conversation with him. He liked it that way. Too much information always ruined the good time they could have after her shift, especially since he wasn't going to see her again. At least he didn't plan on it. There were enough bars in Vegas that he could avoid that part.
Another hot girl tried to take the seat next to his, but he told her it wasn't gonna happen. Good thing, too, because the way she was eyeing him seemed a little... crazy. "My girlfriend's sitting there, and it's a real thing that if you take her seat, she might cut you." She rolled her eyes, said something nasty, then walked away. Puck glanced over his shoulder, hoping the bartender didn't hear the 'girlfriend' part, then turned back just in time to see Santana slip onto the stool. "This rounds on me, since you just saved me from that crazy looking blond over there." He motioned towards the crowd, drink in hand.