Fifth Floor Common Room [midafternoon]

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

Puck had initially been happy to have his workshops only at the end of the week, but by Wednesday, he was bored. He'd worked out. He'd touched up his mohawk. He'd even tried calling everyone he knew back in Lima (some of them more than once, but Santana said Cheerios practice was too busy for her to have phone sex with him.)

So, he was lounged in front of the television, watching a documentary. If it hadn't been about video games, he would have already fallen asleep. As it was, he was only being kept awake by the sheer power of that guy's douchiness.

[omg I just saw that movie and it is insane. open like a CR!]

Comments

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"...no," he said, now kind of trying not to laugh at her. "It's short for my last name. I'm Noah Puckerman."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Noah's such a nice name," she said, sounding a little vehement in her eagerness not to lisp again, "but I think Puck suits you better. You seem like you have a touch of mischief in you."

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"More than a touch," he said with a wink. "So if you're brand new, you probably need someone to show you around."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That would be wonderful," Rilla exclaimed.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"I could give you a little tour of the island," he offered, grinning at her. "Make sure you don't get lost, end up in the wrong company."

See how nice he was?

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That would be lovely," Rilla said, blushing. "Thank you."