Being a busboy kinda sucked. Puck had to walk around the restaurant all day, picking up the messes of people who couldn't have cared less about his existence. The only real attention he got was back in the kitchen, where some of the waitress could be found swooning over him. Not that Puck was complaining - making out with Miranda in the storage room was a great way to pass the time in the middle of a slow shift. Even so, the job wasn't all that interesting. Scraping up the food that people didn't eat, tossing away their mess, and cleaning up after them wasn't exactly the type of job a rockstar like himself should've had. But Quinn had demanded he start putting money in for their future child, so Puck determinedly put himself out on the career path. He might've been a jerk to most people, but Puck was gonna take care of his kid. He wasn't going to be another deadbeat dad. There was just no way.
So after Puck scraped up his earnings and tips alike after his shift ended, he took off for the complex on foot. He didn't really have anything to drive or use to get anywhere, so walking was the only option that Puck had at the moment. He planned on going back to his place to stash his money away, that way he could pull it out and surprise Quinn with it when she thought they needed to begin investing in things for the baby. The baby. Her name was gonna be Peach. Because that was Super Mario's girlfriend. Super Mario? Yeah, he was a total badass. Quinn wanted to go with a nice bible name, but Puck thought that a video game name would be way cooler. He'd convince her that it was a good name. And if she didn't agree with it, he'd throw Bowser at her again. What? It was totally gender neutral. Chicks could be Bowser too. Right?
Puck was halfway back to the complex when he heard some sort of scuffle going on not too far from where he had been headed. Breaking out into a jog, Puck ran forward, half wondering if he was about to dash right into a gang fight. It sure seemed that way upon first sight, with a bunch of guys rounding up on one lone figure, but as Puck watched he realized that the dude was some kinda cop. He must have been, right? People didn't just go out of their way to stop guys like that out of the goodness of their hearts. Even though the cop looked younger than most (way younger, actually), Puck figured it was best not to get in the way. He stood aside - cautiously wondering if he should have called in for more cops - but before he was really able to figure out what the best choice of action for himself was, the stranger finished the thugs off and started cuffing them. Well, that settled it. He was a cop.
"Dude," Puck started, venturing forward a little once he was sure that it was all clear. He probably should've walked off, but that one guy taking on a bunch of armed dudes by himself? He deserved a pat on the back. "That? Was badass. You were like float like a butterfly -" Puck jumped from one foot and thrust a punch into the air. "- sting like a bee." He threw out another punch and grinned. "Show those punks to mess with you, huh?"