#greaserhud

I dunno, but we'll see when we get to Hell.

You know it’ll be a party either way, handsome.

Really disappointed. Really.

Fine, fine. I’ll change yours to Fuck, okay? Long as you don’t mind me imagining you as a beautiful, busty chick. I mean, outta the three of you if I really had to, I’d pick you.

@greaserhud

It wasn’t really something that Puck would have expected, gunshots in the middle of the schoolday, but gunshots weren’t a sound he was unfamiliar with so he didn’t freak out like everyone else, acting as if they were chickens with their heads cut off. Instead he just sat in the music room, leaned back against one of the far walls, as he stared at his friend. “You know, I’ve got to say... Come back to school after being in the hospital only to be greeted by shots fired? What a welcome mat, Finnocence. Guess it’s the only way one can salute a Greaser,” Puck stated, teasing the male as a sly smile teased his lips. Of course, deep down, Puck was thankful that he was trapped in a room with Finn. If he was going to die, he’d be glad to die right alongside his best bro.