"Well?" Sal was dying to know what went down. "You two in a motel room. Alone." He was almost a clown with delirium. Of course, it wasn't much fun smoking alone.
There Puck was with his hands shoved deep in his gray hoodie over his dark gray coveralls.
"Maybe its not about the sex." Puck sighed with a laugh. "We just enjoyed ...each others company."
"Look." Sal was getting ancy as he toyed with his cigarette. He came closer dancing about with a fit he needed to put a rest too. He finally lit the cigarette and practically blew smoke in Puck's face. "The longer you wait, the more you stagnate in the friend zone."
The cigarette calmed his nerves ever so slightly.
"You two had the place to yourselves." Puck shrugged as if that had to count for something.
"Well, it would have been OK. If you two weren't on someones mind. The entire time, practically." Sal sucked on the cigarette and let out the smoke as if he might be nervous about something. "I finally had to get out some Prince Caspin book and read myself to sleep. Read half the book, actually." He sighed then as if maybe it was an entire waste of time.
"Sorry." Puck sighed. "I'll remember to call next time."
"So there will be a next time?" Sal gave Puck a sly grin.
"See! That's why I don't want to call. Because, god knows what might be going on in your head." Puck glared back at Sal who'd smoked the cigarette as quickly as he could just to light another.
"I want you to get more than lucky with her." Sal smiled. "I heard she's pretty good in the sack."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Don't make her sound like a prostitute." Now Puck was furious with him.
"I'm pretty sure she does it for free." Sal was all grins.
Puck wouldn't take anymore of this. He rammed Sal into the cold hard wall ready to strangle him. He pulled the lit cigarette out of his mouth and stomped it on the floor. Finally he let go and walked away from Sal who wasn't going to dare ask any questions.