WHO: Puck and Kurt. WHAT: Yay, moping. WHEN: Early evening. WHERE: Their place. RATING: TBD.
The menorah was pretty crappy. Puck didn't have too much cash to his name, so he had to buy the cheapest one available at the old thrift store he'd spotted a few on display in. It was a little scratched and sometimes, when he was moving it, Puck thought that it was going to break in half. Yet it was a menorah all the same and that was fine by him. He wasn't going to celebrate the holiday this year, but there was just something about this place that made Puck realize how much he missed being at home. He'd have been with his family right about now, talking and laughing and having a pretty decent time of it. Instead, Puck found himself stranded here, in some weird alternate universe where half the people that knew him seemed to hate him - including his best friend.
And that was when it had hit him. After lighting the candles and going over the usual routine, Puck realized that he was lonely.
British people had fucked up his favorite sport, but if there was one thing that he could give them credit for, it was that they gave him a perfect opportunity to get as much booze as he wanted. With what little money he'd had left (also another unpleasant realization - he was gonna have to get a job soon if he wanted to actually eat), Puck bought himself a large bottle of whiskey and had decided to turn his celebration into a pity party.
Yeah? So? It wasn't like anyone was around and he had pretty much given up on the rest of Hanukkah outside of lighting the candles. It might have made him bad Jew, but Puck was already the guy who had an affair with his best friends girl and wanted to bang his kid. How much more fucked up could he really get? Sitting in front of the menorah, Puck tipped the bottle of whiskey back and gulped a few swallows of the strong liquid down. He'd already gotten through a good amount of the bottle. Heck, he was even feeling a little dizzy. But that wasn't gonna stop him from drinking, no sir. He needed to get drunk. And he needed to feel sorry for himself.