Who: Puck and Alana What: APartment hunting Where: Some apartment complex When: Eh, this weekend Warnings: None really.
"Hm..." Pan stood outside the apartment complex, pondering it. THe green color had attracted him. He liked green. It was a fair distant from the beach which meant less people and less sounds of all-encompassing water instead of nice, people-less forest. But it was quite a ways from the bar, meaning he'd have to walk all that way...
The goat-god had become lazy in his old age!
He continued to stand outside it and sigh in thought, rubbing at the scruff along his chin.
Apartment building. Alana's nose wrinkled as she got out of her truck and crossed the street to take a closer look, a sheet of paper with the ad on it in one hand. Likelihood of them allowing pets dropped right there. Hopefully it was good on the inside. She wanted out of Tannia's hair, and with the nice little pay check she was getting, she could afford someplace with some space. Noticing the man near the door, she cocked an eyebrow at him. "You live here?"
"Huh?" Puck turned to look at her, giving her his almost instinctual glance over. Pretty face, good hair, nice rack, decent hips, pretty legs.
God, he loved Miami where the women didn't have to hide under umbrellas and ten layers of clothing.
"Hmm, nope, do you?" he asked with a hopeful tone.
She shook her head, ignoring the look over. Great. Was there any guy in the world who's first instinct wasn't a once over? That was straight. Her eyes went back to the complex, her sunglasses dropping onto her face. "Nope. Tryin' ta find some place of my own. Doesn't look like much."
She just didn't know this guy! "It's supposed to be nicer inside. I'm shoppin, too," he replied, still smiling though that seemed to be his natural expression as opposed to flat-out leering. He offered her an arm, despite the fact she had a few inches on him. "Care to join me, lass?"
.... Was he kidding? She eyed the arm, then his face, then the arm again, as if expecting some kind of trap. A quick mental debate was going on in her head before she shrugged, and accepted. What the fuck, right? "What kind of space are ya lookin' for?"
"Livable. I don't need much." This from a man who had lived in the wood of Brittania alone for (literally) ages. But now he had discovered cable! "Electricity, windows, doors." He shrugged as he headed up the stairs towads it. "You?"
"Somethin' bigger then a studio. I'd like some space if I'm gonna be living on my own." She shrugged. "I'll give ya some of the places that I looked at who's only problem was the size or somethin' like that. Might help ya out a bit." Hey, they weren't places she was going to. Might as well do a good deed, right?
"Hm..." He stepped up to the door and peered inside. It looked decent. A living room/kitchen, two bedrooms, another smaller extra room... "Not bad, not bad. Looks like it could host a party or two," he mused.
Alana released his arm and pushed the door to the room for rent open further, stepping inside to take a look around. The owner for the showing was probably hidden in a corner or taking a break somewhere. She peered into one of the rooms. "Could make a pretty sweet workshop..." An eyebrow went up as she peered into the bathroom. "Nice. Bathtub."
Pan shrugged. Goats didn't like water, and neither did he. So said the thin layer of dirt on his skin. "Air conditioner?" It was so damn hot here!
"Was there a thermostat by the door?" She was still bust inspecting the bath tub. It was a weakness. To figure out how deep it was, she climbed inside and laid back. Nice~.
Huh? Oh, yeah! He wandered back to that and looked. "Yep! Looks newish, too." He guessed... But then, what did he know? Puck followed her voice back to the tub and smirked at the sight. Ooh, sexy~ "Having fun, missie?"
She grinned up at him. "Give me some bubble bath and a good book and I'm set," she joked, before gripping the rims and pushing herself back out. It'd be deep enough. "So it's got air conditioning?"
Puck paused, shuddering at the thought of her in a bubble bath. Damn. How long had it been since he'd been laid? Too damn long, that's what! "Yep."
She's ignore that shudder with a simple smirk and turning to go inspect the kitchen. She was kind of hoping for a gas range, but her hopes weren't very high. "So ya got a job that'd be able ta afford this place?"
Puck nodded, leaning against the sink with folded arms. "Yeah. Bartendin' at the Vice."
"Oh yeah? I know someone who works there." Owns it, actually. But she wasn't about to blurt that out. She looked the oven over. Damn. Electric. Oh well, nothing to be done about that really. "Pay well?"
Puck considered, then nodded again. He had no idea, again; he'd never cared for money. But he trusted Dionysus to take care of him. "Yeah. I'm a mate of the owner. Who do ya know?"
"Mate?" She arched an eyebrow and openly eyed him, before turning away to investigate the rest of the apartment. Well, D'd said he wasn't monogamous...
"Friend? Buddy?" he suggested instead. "I forgot you talk different over here."
"Just a bit." Uh huh. Fuck buddy. She snickered to herself and walked into one of the bedrooms, going to the closet to look at the size. "Where ya from?"
"London. That's in England," he added, because American girls in his experience were not the sharpest crayons in the box. "You?"
"Oregon." She turned to peer at him with an arched eyebrow. "That's in the United States. Above California." Yeah, she knew where London was. There were more then a few of them about. Like in Ontario. Canada.
"Ahh." He nodded and tilted his head, grinning impishly. "You still didn't say who you know there."
"Know where?" she asked innocently, turning around again to peer out the window to view below. Oh, she knew exactly what he was talking about, but it wasn't like she was going to make it easy on him.
"At the Vice." Doy.
"What? Ya expect me ta tell ya all my secrets?" she teased.
"Hey, I invited you into my possible future home!" protested the little man with a snicker. "And it's not really a secret if I know them anyway."
"Aw, but it is a secret that I know 'em." She grinned at him before turning around and heading back out of the bedroom. " 'Sides, it'd only be your future place if I let ya have it. Dibbs!" Yes, she was calling dibbs on the apartment.
Puck blinked cluelessly. "Dibbs?"
Alana let out a laugh that almost had an evil edge to it as she simply disappeared into the next room. Let him make of that as he would.
... What? "What's that mean!?' he cried out after her, following.
"You've never heard of callin' dibbs?" she asked curiously, looking at him in amusement.
"I'm a bit... sheltered," he replied after a thought on his wordage. "Small town."
A roll of the eyes and she shook her head. "Consider it like stakin' a claim. The first person ta call dibbs is the first person who gets a crack at it." She smirked and passed him, ruffling his hair as she went.
"Oh... HEY." He shook a finger at her, scowling. "That's not how ye do it! Even I know that."
Alana grinned at him, crossing her arms over her chest, challenging him. "Yeah? Says who?"
"You gotta buy it," snorted Puck. He was shorter, but he was sure he could knock her on her ass if he so wished. Godliness and all. "And I got here first."
A shrug of the shoulder and she turned to leave, pulling out her cell phone. "Not if I call the owner first."
His face fell. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" Oh, she could be such a brat.
"I got here first! I need it! D's getting sick of me..." If he couldn't intimidate, he'd go the pouty route.
"I thought he was your mate?" She actually didn't want the place. Big was great, and it was a nice space, but she wanted a pet. Probably a dog. And there was a no pet policy. Sad days. Not that any of that showed in her face as she arched an eyebrow at him, now walking backwards toward the door.
"Would you want to live with your friends all day every day?" he asked, tilting his head. "It's a personal space thing."
"Honey, I already do." The phone was flipped open, a number inputted. "I've been house crashin' since high school."
Ack ack ack! He pouted harder. Harder, dammit! "Have a heart, lassie..."
She seemed to consider, then, with the cell phone ringing, handed it over to the man in front of her before the land lord, or her voice mail, could pick up. "Tell D he owes me one. Or twenty."
... "You're a weird one," Puck grumbled. "Could've just said you knew D." He'd probably be more amused about this when he had a place of his own.
"I never said I knew him, I just said he owed me." Ignore the fact that she did know D.
If he owes you, then you do know him! Or at least know of-- Hello?" He glaned at the phone before he realized it was just the machine that had picked up.
She smirked and waited for him to leave a message showing his interest in the apartment that was for rent, leaving a contact number and all the other information. She wouldn't interrupt that.
"Hello? Um, hello, Puck Tucker here. Interested in this apartment here..." He rattled off the number and address, thanked whoever it as he was calling, and hung up.
Alana held her hand out to get her phone back, smirking. "You mentioned yourself that D was the owner of the Vice, and your friend that you're bumming from. He owes me if I'm helpin' get ya outta his hair, doesn't he?"
"I never said his name." Ha!
"You did. You said 'D's getting sick of me'." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh." Back to pouting. He'd so clearly lost. "Well, thanks, then."
That's what he got for going up against Alana. Really. She'd had to much practice with her boss. "No worries." She arched an eyebrow. "Are you poutin' cause you've got a shot at an apartment you want?"
"Poutin' cause I lost to a pretty girl. Low blow to the male ego, lass." He wanted to sniffle!
She snorted. "Male egos only get hit by low blows. High ones hit nothin'."
Puck couldn't help but roll his eyes. "That's because women tend to strike low. I think I see how you know D..." Wait... "What's your name?"
"Didn't I say?" She faked innocence, grinned, and winked. Then promptly turned around to head toward the door once more. Oh, it'd be so much more fun to make him wonder.
"Forgive me if I get a little scatter brained around pretty ladies," he cooed right back.
She shrugged. "What's the importance of a name anyway?"
"To figure out how you're related to my boss and friend, is all."
"Related?" She arched an eyebrow. "Never said I was related." She continued to slowly back toward the exit.
He followed. "Not family-wise, relationship-wise."
"With D? Is there any relationship when D is concerned?" She arched her eyebrow in challenge and grinned. Okay, that probably said too much, but she couldn't resist the urge.
"You said you know someone at the bar... not alot of people to pick from... And he's a lady's man." Grin~
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Every lady's man."
Puck threw his hands up and sighed. "Oh fiiiine, then. Sheesh."
"What? Ya gonna try and defend him?"
"From the truth?" Puck laughed. "Please. He'd be proud to hear you call him that."
"I'm sure he would..." She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair before grinning once more at Puck. "Enjoy the apartment," she said with a nod and turned to exit. No reason to torment the man more, right?
Summary: Alana and Puck end up looking at the same apartment, chatting as the go, leaving Puck knowing the annoying woman knows D, but without a name to go with it.