Wild Ones || Pucktana
Santana listened to him and laughed all the way up to the point when he said about there being a room for grandma Tana. “What the fuck? Why am I grandma and why am I living with you two? I will have my own huge mansion by then and I’ll be like super famous with everyone jacking off to pictures of me in the magazines….I may even have bigger boobs then, maybe, I dunno”. She smirked and sat up, taking the shot before she clinked her glass with his and nodded, knocking the shot back before she grabbed the bottle and topped their glasses up again. “To always working shit out, even if we completely fuck it up again the next day….we’re just awesome and awesome fuck ups at that!” She grinned and took the next shot, gasping atthe taste of the alcohol but loving it, she was getting so freaking drunk at this point, it probably wouldn’t take her that much more before she would be ready to just pass out or throw up, one of them things would happen, if not both.
“You make the melons bigger and they’re gonna be bigger than your hair.” he joked, accepting another shot. “For fuck ups and just whatever you said.” he grinned, drinking the shot down before hopping off the counter to look at the cupcakes. “They’re ready enough.” he said then, pulling them out. Taking one of them, he blew it a bit, handing it over to Santana before taking one for himself. He hopped back on the counter, bringing the cake up. “We should eat for.. I don’t even know for Rachel and Smythe sucking and us being awesome.” he grinned, taking a bite of it, chewing it. He was obviously a freaking five season chef. And a bartender. He was such a talented dude. After finishing the cupcake he took another, and another. And another. “This shit gets me thirsty.” he laughed, taking the Rum, not bothering to put it in any glass but just drinking it. “You’re not gonna let me sleep in Rachel’s room, are you?”
