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[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

Five minutes is all I'm askin`.

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[morbidbubbles.livejournal.com]

Five minutes of what? [She's skeptical]

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

Why you gotta say it like that? Like whatever I'm asking about isn't on the level.

[morbidbubbles.livejournal.com]

[She holds her hands up innocently] Easy, don't get defensive. But y'know, since you've mentioned it, most of the stuff you're into isn't exactly 'on the level'.

But go for it, I'm listening.

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

On the level, off the level-- it's all how you spin it. Anyway, I'm having a poker night this Saturday and it's really a dude's night but I'm trying to be equal opportunity about this shit so consider this your invitation. Hey, but yo, if you do come you gotta bring something. Booze if you can, snacks if you're lame.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She raised an eyebrow.] What do you want, Puck?

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

I want a lot of things, Fabray. But right now I want to know what you're doing Thursday night because my little sis is in a play and I'm trying to fill out the audience, you know?

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She rolled her eyes, giving him a 'yeah, whatever' kind of look. She was known well for it.] Yeah, I'm sure you do. But I'm free Thursday night, I'll go. Where's it at? [Hey, she liked his sister, she was adorable and when she lived with Puck, she had spent plenty of time with her.]

[apaisleygirl.livejournal.com]

Amy raised an eyebrow. "Fine, five minutes. What is it?"

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

"You always so impatient and shit?" He responds, mirroring her arched brow as he leans against the wall. "Just asking for five minutes before you completely write me off is all."

[apaisleygirl.livejournal.com]

Amy ignored his question, crossing her arms over her chest. "And you think you can do that in five minutes?" She asked, mocking him.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

Five minutes to what?

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't get any ideas, I'm not Hudson-- take me a lot longer than five minutes in the sack. I just wanted to talk, you know catch up. It's been a long summer.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, she's pretty much given up on that. Or maybe the sad fact that Finn wouldn't last anywhere close to five minutes was just distracting her] We barely spoke at all last year, we didn't speak at all this summer, and now you want to catch up?

[morbidbubbles.livejournal.com]

Five minutes of what? [She's skeptical]

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

Why you gotta say it like that? Like whatever I'm asking about isn't on the level.

[morbidbubbles.livejournal.com]

[She holds her hands up innocently] Easy, don't get defensive. But y'know, since you've mentioned it, most of the stuff you're into isn't exactly 'on the level'.

But go for it, I'm listening.

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She raised an eyebrow.] What do you want, Puck?

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

I want a lot of things, Fabray. But right now I want to know what you're doing Thursday night because my little sis is in a play and I'm trying to fill out the audience, you know?

[hadtimeofmylife.livejournal.com]

[She rolled her eyes, giving him a 'yeah, whatever' kind of look. She was known well for it.] Yeah, I'm sure you do. But I'm free Thursday night, I'll go. Where's it at? [Hey, she liked his sister, she was adorable and when she lived with Puck, she had spent plenty of time with her.]

[apaisleygirl.livejournal.com]

Amy raised an eyebrow. "Fine, five minutes. What is it?"

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

"You always so impatient and shit?" He responds, mirroring her arched brow as he leans against the wall. "Just asking for five minutes before you completely write me off is all."

[apaisleygirl.livejournal.com]

Amy ignored his question, crossing her arms over her chest. "And you think you can do that in five minutes?" She asked, mocking him.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

Five minutes to what?

[getthepuckout.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't get any ideas, I'm not Hudson-- take me a lot longer than five minutes in the sack. I just wanted to talk, you know catch up. It's been a long summer.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Oh no, she's pretty much given up on that. Or maybe the sad fact that Finn wouldn't last anywhere close to five minutes was just distracting her] We barely spoke at all last year, we didn't speak at all this summer, and now you want to catch up?