Buy you a Drink || Pucktana
Tonight was way too quiet and Santana knew she had to do something about that, so she hit up a few people to hear if they were down with anything. Unfortunately though they all seemed to be working for her dad tonight, which made her roll her eyes. It couldn’t be right that this always happened, but oh well what did she expect when she was only allowed to have friends that her father approved of. What he didn’t know didn’t hurt him though, that was something Santana lived by and tonight was no different as she slipped into a tight black little thing and her heels. The bar downtown had quite the reputation and she wanted to check it out herself, not sure what to expect.
However, she hadn’t expect that. Noah Puckerman, live in the flesh. Oh she knew her father would get angry, but fuck if she cared. He’d only gotten hotter ever since her dad pointed him out once a couple years ago, she got to give him that credit. There was something about these guys, those specific guys she was told to stay away from. You could already sense how ripped Puck was, like common.
Seeing him come over, Santana licked over her lips and smiled at him. Uh, a gentleman too or just a fuckboy, who really cared. “Of course not, go ahead. It’s just a simple strawberry daiquiri” She mused, her dark eyes catching his as she leaned against the bar. By his introduction she was sure he had no idea who she was and that only made this that much more fun, making her smirk. “You always just walk up to random girls at the bar?”
He couldn’t help but be impressed when he noticed her smirk back at him. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy this adventure. He nodded and turned to flag down the bartender who appeared immediately. Fuck did he love having the power he had around the city. He noticed the guy give the girl next to him a confusing look before turning back to him but didn’t bother acknowledging him. It was probably some sour ex boyfriend or something. Whatever it was he didn’t have time for.
“Let me get a jack and coke, another strawberry daiquiri for the lady here and a few shots of crown royal,” he told the guy then dismissed him, moving to turn back to give the woman his full attention. He debated for a second on rather or not he should give his real name. If she already didn’t know who he was he had a feeling telling her would probably be a bad thing. “So you come here often? Don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I’m Elijah by the way,” he said, choosing to go by his middle name. That wasn’t really a lie was it?