Puck can’t help the subtle smirk that crosses his face as he
watches her out of the corner of his eye. His back is turned, giving him
only a portion of her reaction but it’s enough to make him chuckle
quietly. From where he stands, she looks bored stiff making him
wonder why she even bothers coming to the after-parties at all.
Reputation probably tells her she has to but she never seemed to even try enjoying herself. He
shrugs, wondering why he should care. The point is that he can see her (kind
of) in a crowed room of people. And, let’s face it, she’s always been a
great source of entertainment. All the more reason to actually make
more use of the party scene. With his back still turned, he finally
manages a greeting. “Fabray,” is all he bothers with,in nothing more than
a half mumble.