Puck’s expression darkened slightly at the very mention of staying in Lima. Sure, he’d been making good money there, but what else did he have going for him? Sure, there was always a cougar who required his services, both professional and not, but even that had started to wear thin. Where was the challenge? Maybe Lauren had ruined him with her playing hard to get. Besides, there were only so many suspicious husbands he could dodge before they all knew and went hunting for his head.
“Maybe money isn’t everything,” he tried to throw back casually, passing Rachel and heading for the door again. Opening it, he stepped out into the hallway to grab the guitar case he had left leaning against the wall outside. “Come on, Rach. You know how boring Lima can be,” he continued talking as he carried the case back inside. He had decided to leave his video games home, because while Rachel might let him crash with her for a few weeks if he was looking for work he knew there was no way she would let him sit on her couch and play games all day. There had been no way, though, that he would leave his guitar. It was his most prized possession, one of the few things he owned that he truly cared about, and hey, if he couldn’t find a job he could always play on the streets somewhere like that Naked Cowboy dude.
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:15 am (UTC)“Maybe money isn’t everything,” he tried to throw back casually, passing Rachel and heading for the door again. Opening it, he stepped out into the hallway to grab the guitar case he had left leaning against the wall outside. “Come on, Rach. You know how boring Lima can be,” he continued talking as he carried the case back inside. He had decided to leave his video games home, because while Rachel might let him crash with her for a few weeks if he was looking for work he knew there was no way she would let him sit on her couch and play games all day. There had been no way, though, that he would leave his guitar. It was his most prized possession, one of the few things he owned that he truly cared about, and hey, if he couldn’t find a job he could always play on the streets somewhere like that Naked Cowboy dude.