“Excellent.” She takes a sip of her beer.
“Then we can get dolled up and get silly, whoo!” She beamed, “I think it’d be good for us all. Let off some steam.”
“of course he won’t,” she grins. “yeah, I agree. Chicken sounds like the best idea.”
She smiled broadly, “he’s terrible but okay cool, I’ll make sure to do a shop on Saturday afternoon so it’s there’s for Sunday.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” she nods. “Though I think Kurt might be the one providing the dessert.” She nudges Puck teasingly.
“But Puck will probably have no problems helping to demolish it,” she laughed and took a sip of her beer, “Chicken or beef? I’m thinking chicken.”
“Those sound like awesome ideas,” she says. “Maybe both, drinks and dancing on Saturday, and dinner Sunday to nurse hangovers.
“Even better!” She agreed. “Something like a roast could be good, then all Puck and/or Kurt would have to bring is themselves plus maybe a dessert.”
“Yes, you’re right,” she nods. “Anyway, enough about my self-pity, what’s happening this weekend?” she asks.
“It’s not self-pity, feel free to vent anytime but as for this weekend, I’m not sure,” she shrugged. “Maybe drinks and then dancing or we could have everyone over for dinner?”
“I wish I had your optimism,” she smiles a little.
She shook her head, “Remember, you’re already in the right place, which is more than most.”
“Hey!” He greets, grinning. He sits down beside Puck. “How are you guys?”
“I’m great, thank you. How are things with you?” She inquired, smiling.
He orders her a beer. “How was your day?”
“Cheers, and it was good as can be expected,” she laughed, “when you’ve gotta push people to work out. You?”
Reads the text and heads off to the bar, opting to just take his work stuff with him instead of dropping it off at home. He enters the bar, looking around for his friends.
Brittany glanced up and spotted Blaine coming in, waving him towards where they were already sat.
“That’s awesome. Congrats,” she smiles. “Eh, my day was the same as usual. Lots of lattes and busy work.”
“Thank you,” she nodded and lightly squeezed Quinn’s arm sympathetically. “It’ll improve soon, promise.”
“Hey, Britt. What are you drinking?” Puck asks as he tries to flag down the bartender.
“Hi Puck. Uh,” she looked around, “I’ll just have a beer for now, thanks.”
“Hi, Britt,” Quinn greeted with a smile. “How was your day?”
She smiled back, “Good, thanks. Signed up a couple more people so should reach my target. Yours?”
After receiving the text from Quinn, Brittany headed straight for the bar instead of the apartment and wasn’t surprised that it was already busy. Pushing past a few people, she looked for her friends and was glad for Puck’s haircut, spotting it easily.
“Hi guys,” she said, taking a seat next to them.