He burst into nearly girlish giggles as he reminded some of his highschool shenanigans. Oh, Puck had certainly lived up to his namesake's reputation for causing mischief and mayhem. But when his amusement subsides, he gives a very serious look to his friend; quiet, calm, contemplative.<br/><br/>"Mhm, don't think I haven't caught your eyes wandering. Of course, mine do, too."  He admitted it in his casual, carefree way. "Glass-sees are meant for seeing, hey?" Glass-sees being a reference to eyeballs pulled out of A Clockwork Orange; the book, and the movie, are both in his collection of things. "But yeah. No pressure. It was my idea, but if even one person isn't good with it, I don't mind striking it and coming up with something else."<br/><br/>He cared, and he spoke plainly from his heart. He wanted everybody to be happy, and that also meant that people needed to be comfortable with each other. "Hmm, Lord of the Wild." Oh no, he's got an idea cooking in his head. "I wonder if we can convert Lord of the Flies to the stage..?" He mused, staring at the book of that name on his shelf. "We'll need music, though, if we make the hot tub thing happen." Switching tracks again.<br/><br/>"Oh." He pats down his pockets, frowns, and goes to look through his things again; eventually emerging with a large, coffin shaped flask with a top-hat wearing, cigar-smoking skeleton on it. It was from that one year where he experimented with being Goth. He swishes it around, and listens to the liquid within. "I still have candy vodka. Excellent." This may dredge up memories of college shenanigans.<br/><br/>Puck, in his second year at college, had dragged Marty off to a mixed party; a Halloween one, at that.  He'd gone around dressed as the eery, eye-less skeleton, and tempted people into taking shots from an old, green glass jug--like a moonshine jug--and the contents of the jug had been something he spent a long time working on. He'd gotten some good, high quality vodka off the shelf, soaked it in cherry candies, filtered it about a half dozen times... and oh yeah, there was the part where he had used freeze distillation to turn 80 proof vodka into something close to 150 proof; about 75% ABV.<br/><br/>He still has a flask of the stuff, clearly. Needless to say, the potent shooters had put some people down for the count... and it was so deceptive, too, because it tasted just like drinkin' candy for the first moment... then you got hit with the burn.  Funny thing about that party, too; Puck had consumed only a small amount of his own brew, not even a half shot, and avoided all other drinks that evening. So odd that he was practically a teetotaller, yet he'd go and make something so outrageously, somewhat dangerously, alcoholic. "Pretty sure this stuff lasts forever. It'll certainly help everyone relax, if we need it."