Puck was in his apartment waiting. The emergency guest cleaning was done, popcorn was popping, beers and vodka in the fridge. Netflix was up on the screen, previews for the latest show playing quietly in the background as opposed to the news one would normally hear in this space. The hallow's light shined to those with the Sight to See, though it's resonance wasn't exactly resonating with Puck today. The hallow's normal curiosity was overridden in Puck with a sense of bored anxiety.
Also wine? What kind did Apollo drink at the last get together? Puck grabbed a red and a white earlier that day after failing to recall that particular detail. Were they any good? Fuck if Puck knew.They were affordable though!So probably not.