Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Despite the fact that Puck was still nursing his wounds from the other night, he decided to actually make an appearance in a common room tonight. He brought his guitar out with him to tune, idly plucking out chords as he ignored whatever was quietly on the TV.

He'd kept that on for the sole purpose of entertaining him while he was tuning, since as soon as he got it fit to play he was going to try and get back in practice. His hands weren't even as callused anymore.

[this post is brought to you by my needing to have some pretty Mark Salling playing the guitar, and also my inability to even think about purely working on finals.]

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"Yeah?" Roy said, not sounding like he found it that far-fetched. "Good luck, 'mano. Hope you do better than I did, anyway."

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"You tried to make as a musician?" he asked, actually impressed.

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"Sorta? I was in a band for a while, and that was the only money coming in, but it sort of...coincided with things taking a nosedive." Which was not very subtle code, but, yes. "I played drums. Please no drummer jokes."

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"Dude, I'm convinced that drummers must get so much tail if only because everyone rags on you guys so much that I think some of it's gotta be jealousy," Puck replied with a shrug. "My best friend back home's a drummer and he's dating the head cheerleader."

He totally caught the very subtle code, because even if Puck was dim he wasn't that dim, and figured that discussing women was a good way to make things a little lighter.

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"That...may have been part of the idea," Roy admitted with a grin. "I never dated the head cheerleader, though." Just, you know, Wonder Girl.