Pour Some Sugar On Me || Puckermotta
“Alright, so I’ve got straight up vodka... Skye Vodka in every flavor, of course. Annnddd... some of those girly wine cooler things that chicks like because I gotta be prepared for the lightweights and the supposedly innocent one’s.” Puck was speaking muffled, bent over beside his bed to an reaching into his mini-fridge that had nothing but alcohol and some pudding cups. He fucking loved pudding and he didn’t want Sam thinking he had any rights to it just because they were bros.
When he stood and turned, he had two flavors, one held in each hand, and looked to the girl again. The second he did, he shook his head and licked his lips. “I mean, seriously. How many drinks until you start stripping out of that thing because... shit.” Winking, he took a few steps towards her and offered up both bottles to see which she’d take. Of course, he’d step right into her bubble, to the point where if she breathes too heavy, their fronts would touch. And their proximity made his neck crane down just to look at her, smirk firmly in place. “We’re too classy for glasses around here, so I hope you’re down for drinking out of the bottle.” Also, his way of confusing a girl into drinking more than she probably would. After all, you couldn’t measure if you didn’t have cups or know how many cups to a bottle.
