Puck didn't like waiting. He got all sweaty and nervous, which actually kind of sucked. Picking chicks up when one looked like an anxious, sweating mess was hard. It was why when he landed himself at the hospital, Puck had spent most of his time getting up, sitting back down, pacing, sitting down again, and so on. Eventually he got so wound up that he ended up dismissing the waiting room entirely. He needed air. He had to breathe. Because, seriously, what if that hot girl was his kid? What the hell was he supposed to do with a full grown girl with nicely rounded breasts that wanted to call him her father? She was supposed to be tiny. A baby. Not...well, not that hot mess sitting in the waiting room.
Puck avoided returning back to the area for as long as possible. Eventually, he knew he had to return. A bag of pretzels that he had gotten out of one of the snack machines was clenched tightly in one hand, his hunched frame slowly shuffling back into the room that he knew his potential daughter happened to be waiting in.
Potential daughter. Hot chick. Awesome boobs.
Puck winced. Damn, how was he supposed to do this parent thing if all he could think about was slamming Callie up against the nearest wall and having his way with her? That was like...what was the word? Necrophilia? No, that was when someone banged a corpse. Fuck, he'd rather do that than think about screwing his daughter. Incest! Incest was the word. Oh, man, he was a freak.
Slumping into the chair next to Callie, Puck looked down at the bag of pretzels in his hand. He didn't really know what to do here. He could ignore her. Or he could get up and leave again. But then he'd miss the announcement and that was pretty much why he was there. Peering awkwardly at the girl sitting next to him, Puck did his best to focus on Callie's face rather than anything inappropriate.
Damn, why was that so hard? He'd never tried before.
"Want a pretzel?" Puck offered her the bag. She looked like she kinda needed something to do with herself as well. Unless she was just nervous because she was a liar. He kind of hoped that she was. Then he could take her out back and - bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!