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Noah "Puck" Puckerman (fullcommando) wrote in wariscoming,

"Oh, shit," Puck started, weight shifting back so that he was leaning against the wall the bench was pressed to. His weight needed to be there. Without the wall behind him, he'd have probably fallen right over. "It's the police." Puck laughed, cuffed hands rising above his head in triumph. "FUCK THE POLICE!" A few voices rose in agreement, some following in chorus from the other criminals that were either being processed or dragged through the stations front doors. Feeling accomplished, Puck heavily dropped his hands back into his lap again, eyes moving to meet the unpleasant gaze of one Seeley Booth. The dude was a cop, right? No, he was better than that. He was a rank or two above the pigs running around here, which meant that if he was really down to protect his people (his people being the people that lived back at the complex), then he'd find some way to get Puck the hell outta here. It all made perfect sense, didn't it? Screw the fact that Puck had no idea how difficult it really was to get any person, let alone someone who had inflicted as much damage as Puck had, out of prison. Booth was gonna get him out. Puck was sure of it.

"What can I say? I'm a regular ol' Superman." Puck grinned at that. Yeah, right. Superman wouldn't have had the balls to do what he just did. Dude couldn't even fly, for fuck's sake. "Are you gonna get me out of here or what? Isn't that why you're here?" Maybe Booth had some kind of special way to track when people like him got busted. It was kind of weird that an FBI agent was hanging around a police station so, to him, it made sense that he was probably here to get him out of this mess. And, man, it was a mess, wasn't it? The side of Puck that used to pull stunts like this to get attention loved every single second of it. Back home, he'd have been the talk of the town for acting all crazy and it'd only add another peg or two to his badboy reputation. But here? Puck didn't want it to stick too badly. He had a baby to take care of back at the complex and he knew that Quinn was gonna be really pissed when she found out that Beth's father was currently sitting half-drunk in the middle of a police station with his hands cuffed together and heavy charges piling on his shoulders. The last thing he needed right now was for Quinn to bitch and moan at him. Maybe if he got his way, he'd be able to walk out of here without her having any idea that he had gotten arrested at all.