Date: 2012-03-09 01:36 am (UTC)
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Right, Chef Puckerman, he could just see it now. The first complaint he got and the customer would be getting something a little special in his replacement meal. Hell, he wouldn’t even need complaints; Puck was like to do such a thing just because he was bored or in a bad mood.

“Me and school don’t mix, I’m done with that schtick,” he replied, finishing off the eggs. A slow eater he certainly wasn’t. For what it was worth, he did appreciate the apology. He [i]had[/i] been called a jerk many times in his life, but it was the terms like ‘useless’ and ‘loser’ and ‘stupid’ that hurt more, so to have Rachel apologise for one so trivial made it pretty clear that she wouldn’t resort to any of the ones that would really wound.

Her laughter was encouraging, she’d always had a great laugh, and Puck turned in his seat to face her, one hand resting on the back of her stool and the other on the counter as he leaned in a little closer.

“You suppose? I don’t give out compliments easy, Berry, so you should take them when you get them,” he said, grinning at her. “It’s true. You got that tiny waist, and legs that never end and, sure, I’ve seen bigger boob, but more than a handful’s a waste, right? It all works together in this great package, and if Jeffery just isn’t doing it for you you should find yourself a real man who will.”
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