Fifth Floor Hallway [lateish evening!]

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Puck was bored as hell. He'd gone and loitered outside of stores in town, mostly for old times' sake. He'd finally just bought a six pack of Nattie Lite and taken it back to his room. But even then, beer hadn't really been what he'd wanted.

But, he'd made a much more important purchase: Puck had finally -- finally -- gotten himself a Squishy from Turtle and Canary. And while they weren't as good as the slushies from McKinley, he was sure he'd find a way to make it work for him. He hadn't been able to get grape, but they'd had blue and red, so he was still able to make purple, and that was basically what grape-flavored things tasted like, anyway. Like purple.

Now, he was sort of loitering in the fifth floor hallway, trying to decide if he should try and find a common room, or just go get drunk or something. So many options to consider.

[for one, and then for spectators. :D]