Wild Ones || Pucktana
Santana watched as he just started to knock back the cakes, not even letting her put any frosting on them. She pouted and put some slowly on her own, smiling at the finished product before she started to lick the top, taking her time eating it compared to the way Puck ate all of his. She soon finished it and grabbed another two, decorating them both before she handed him one and grinned. “No, you are not sleeping in her room. I promised that you wouldn’t be in there so you can just go in the spare room, okay?” She licked the second cup cake and hummed a little song, getting completely out of it at this point but not caring as she swayed on the counter and watched him getting more and more drunk. Santana didn’t really need any more help from the juice,she just needed to stay at this mellow kinda giggly stage, or she would be sick and cry and that wasn’t what she needed right now. “We should put on a movie, some horror so it just freaks us out”.
Making a small pout, Puck sighed. “But her bed is so comfy. And it smells like her.. and it’s so warm.” the pout on his face grew. He let his finger trail on the frost before bringing it up on his lips, licking it off. “The bed in the spear sucks! I’m either sleeping in Rachel’s room, or in yours.” he insisted. It wouldn’t be the first time they spent the night in same bed, even with clothes. “If we start watching a movie now, we’re gonna pass out on the couch.” he said, logging a bit because of the drugs. He didn’t put much but he ate more than few of them, pretty damn fast. So he was going kind of slow. Damn, he missed this feeling. Drugs were awesome. “We could just cuddle and sleep too, though. I feel like cuddling.”
