Party Rock At Puck's
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Sam started off with a good week, but slowly was getting down about himself. With those fucking anons. If he had a lightsaber he would hunt them down and go Darth Vadar on their ass. But he didn't and he was getting really depressed about the messages. How they said he didn't have friends. How he apparently follows Puck like a lost puppy. He wasn't like that. Was he? He hated thinking down on himself. But most of the message just brought him in a funk really. He wasn't pathetic, or ugly or gross. Oh.. god. When he was in the bathroom he took of his shirt and looked dead in the mirror. The last thing he needed or wanted to think about was his body. Pinching one of his upper abs his eyes widen. "Oh.. god, stupid pringles." He mouthed to himself. Sam got on a Vans black shirt on, and had jeans and his puma shoes on. Getting his blue sweatshirt on and drove to Puck's. Who was supposively not his friend. Honestly Sam wanted to get drunk and forget about those stupid ass anons. They were the same fuckers who messed with Santana earlier and she wanted to leave.
Getting to the front door he was about to knock but the door was open to what Rachel said. Stepping in to see Quinn, Jesse, Rachel, and Puck talking Sam saw the booze. The blonde didn't want to be a moping, sad person throughout the party. So drinks away he thought as he grabbed a beer and downed half. Looking around, he hadn't been at Puck's in a long time. Sam sighed and wondered when the music was going to start up. Seriously he wanted to get loose, he noticed Puck was actually outside. So Sam went back out and stood near Puck. "Hey man. Can I have a drag?"