008 ♠ [LOCATION: VARIOUS] ♠ Let's Start A Riot

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Puck was angrier than he could recall being in a long time. He had settled so well into a familiar groove of apathy that it was hard to shake him loose from it. But certain things had and without acknowledging (or understanding, his mind kept insisting) why, he was taking out his feelings in the most destructive way possible.

Which meant that he'd hatched a dozen bottles of assorted alcohol and started downing them. After about the fourth one, he'd gotten it into his head to take to the street and start venting on whatever was nearby and breakable. Storefront windows, signposts, mailboxes, anything that was conveniently in reach to a very drunken fae was subject to Puck's kicks, punches, and hurled objects. The only thing being thrown around more than impromptu projectiles were obscenities, which were flowing as freely as the liquor.

[ OOC: Basically Puck is just staggering around the city making a complete drunken ass of himself. Do with him what you will! ]

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Puck swung around at the voice, his dark eyes shifting like he was trying to focus on Quinn to identify her, but he eventually gave up. A bottle dangled from one hand, his head lolling lazily.

"I'm having," his said, his voice heavily slurred, "a scream."

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Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, remembering the times Puck had mocked her on the tablet. "Really. Looks like a childish hissy fit to me."

He reminded her way to much of her Puck, back home - which was either really bad or just bad, Quinn wasn't sure which yet.

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"That's because you're still sober," he pronounced, which might've had more effect if he hadn't been listing like a sinking ship. "Nobody likes such a tightass girl, blondie."

In a horrible mockery of being a gentleman, he offered her the bottle.

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Quinn's eyes narrowed slightly. Last time she had alcohol with a Puck, well...things had not ended in the ways he would have wished them too.

But things were different now, besides Quinn felt herself fraying at the seams. She still wasn't over Beth, and now Sookie, Lex and Kurt were all gone - it was all too much.

"What the hell." Quinn took the bottle from him and took a very long and very large swig.

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Puck does a double take at her, and then suddenly erupts into laughter. "That's better!"

He decides to let her have that bottle and slaps his hand onto a nearby hatch, producing another one.

"Let's have a party, blondie."

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Her instincts are telling her this is a bad idea, but she's tired of listening to them. She lowers the bottle and eyes him suspiciously for a second, before taking another swig.

"What sort of party did you have in mind?" she asked, cocking her head to one side and raising her eyebrows.

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"Do you know," he began, although slurred so heavily it came out more like deeooow to everyone else, "where the phrase 'paint the town red' came from? Is'sa old, old saying. Not like 1800s or some shit like that, but really old. Even older than me."

Puck puts an arm around her shoulder and tries to pull her down to sit with him. "The gnomes, y'see. They all wore such stupid hats but it was the colour of 'em, they were always red. We called 'em Redcaps. I think they hated that."

He's so completely sloshed that he's actually -- partially -- reverting to what might almost be called a good mood.

"But they loved the colour so people would throw around anything they could find... paint, or blood, or anything red when they heard the Redcaps were coming. 'Cause they were nasty little fuckers if they were in a bad mood. But the red would buy 'em off."