He hmm'd quietly, and made some small readjustments here and there; with the books and the masks. As per usual, there's an order to everything he does, but it's entirely unorthodox, and at a mere glance, might be mistaken for clutter. Also, he gets to work setting up his little standing laptop section, with the zombie stripper bobble head right next to it; just like it always was. "I said the bottle was gone. I never mentioned having a flask in reserve." He corrected his friend, and really, this is just a fine example of how Puck never lies, but uses the truth creatively. He'd started that night with an entire bottle of the stuff. At the end of the night, the bottle was empty; no lie! It's just that what remained had been enough to fill the flask.<br/><br/>Being told it could ignite stuff made him laugh. "Yeah, flaming shooters are a thing. Actually a good thing, if you think about it, since it's the alcohol content being burned off. Makes it weaker. Also, pretty colors. Totally safe if you know how to do it, too. But you know, one of my buddies was a fire breather, so I picked up a few tricks from him." Puck liked fire, though in his own words, he was a responsible pyro. There was that one time he put 91% rubbing alcohol in his hand, and set it on fire; and managed to neither start a fire or burn himself, as he had been as deliberate in its application and execution as he was with everything. He's an excellent study in contrasts for this reason; so whimsical at a glance, yet everything seems to be calculated down to the last cent, so to speak, when it actually came to doing anything. "Huh. I wonder where Ol' Dragon Breath got off to. He did always want to join Cirque Du Soleil.<br/><br/>He gave a shrug as he thought about the name. "Nigel, Nigel..." He went to his bookshelf, and grabbed something from the top, that was the one out of place thing; an old notebook of his, going all the way back to his senior year of high school, containing all sorts of lurid details, but also reminders about school events, pranks plotted [many of which were never executed], field trip reminders, and notes about all sorts of various things, with only dates to give any semblance of order to his notes."2013 sound right to you? You're right, he did make a stage adaptation." A pause. "We'd only be running it a full week. Think you can do some of your magic for me, buddy? I'll owe ya one. Front row tickets for you and your gal if you'd like, or something else." This is pretty standard with Puck. He made favor-for-favor deals all the time, but he was always consistent in making sure they were paid off; that he did his part.<br/><br/>The idea of the girls being up to something made mischief gleam in his eyes. "Reminds me of the Frat panty raid. Were you there for that one?" He followed after his buddy, quiet as a mouse; at least, once his lips stopped moving, he became as quiet as a mouse.