002 - Action
Jul. 9th, 2011 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Puck's sulking chilling in the dining room. It's way too fancy for his tastes, but he really doesn't care what kind of room he's in right now.
Here's what's going on: he tried to find Rachel to get a little making out going on after his conversation slash argument with Santana. But he couldn't find her, or any girl at all, so he tried to play it cool, and slunk back to the first room he could find that wasn't his room.
Feel free to bug him. He might get testy, but depending on who you are, he might also try selling you on the high points of joining Coach Beiste's football team.]
Here's what's going on: he tried to find Rachel to get a little making out going on after his conversation slash argument with Santana. But he couldn't find her, or any girl at all, so he tried to play it cool, and slunk back to the first room he could find that wasn't his room.
Feel free to bug him. He might get testy, but depending on who you are, he might also try selling you on the high points of joining Coach Beiste's football team.]
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:32 am (UTC)Perhaps a week dedicated to learning the basics of being a good back up singer, and seeing as Mike and Brittany aren't here, we may need to step it up in the dancing area. Which I can obviously handle, with my exstensive training in Ballet, Tap, and Jazz. I suggest "Cats!" week.
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:40 am (UTC)Look, unless you've filled the new glee club or whatever you call it with clones, there's no way anyone's going to be down with singing backup or dancing around like maniacs wearing makeup.
Zombies were totally epic, but cats? No freaking way.
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:50 am (UTC)What would you suggest, Puckerman?
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Date: 2011-07-14 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 07:10 am (UTC)A tribute... I like that idea! I know exactly what to do now.
Thank you, Puck!
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Date: 2011-07-14 07:22 am (UTC)What's going on in that head of yours, Berry?