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[dillonrockstar]

Huh.


That didn't suck. Sorta expected it to.


What do ya'll do between curses? Seems sorta...borin' and I come from Dillon.


There a golf course anywhere 'round here?

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Here? Nah. Back in Dillon there was this cliff. I used to go buy a bucketful of used golf balls and hit 'em off the cliff. When I ran outta balls I'd hit beer cans off it.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Yeah. How about we start at The Blue Light? It's at a pretty central location.

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'll meet you there. I'll be the guy in cowboy boots.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It sounds... enjoyable. [ Not something Tessa would ever do for fun if left to her own devices, and certainly not with beer cans, but fun nevertheless. ]

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

[Twenty minutes later Jill is there in a pair of torn skinny jeans, a pair of heels and a loose, shimmery blouse with holes to bare the shoulders but drapey sleeves. She spots a boy in cowboy boots and cautiously approaches.]

Tim?

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Think you'll like it. You ever seen golf played? [He figures it's a good place to start and they'll get to the beer cans, eventually.]

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[Tim gives her a slow, crooked grin and nods.]

Yes Ma'am. That's me. You're Jill?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

I have heard of it, but never seen it or played it myself.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

[She offers him a small grin in return, especially fond of his greeting. It's kind of obvious he's Southern right off the bat. She extends one hand in greeting.]

Yes. I'm Jill. It's nice to meet you.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

What we're gonna do today is just smackin' a ball around. If they had a real course, I'd teach you to play. [He stops in a spot that's not really the garden but it's got a good bit of grass and a nice view of the carousel.]

Bet I can hit the merry go round from here.

[He sets down the cooler and the golf balls, gets one of the irons from the army style duffel bag he's decided will serve as a golf bag and sets up a ball and tee.]

You wanna set it up just like this and stand 'bout a foot back.

[He takes some time to set up the shot, giving some practice swings, re-adjusting his stance and taking aim.]

When I was fourteen Dad left to go on the golf pro circuit. He never really got to be pro but he tried. [He also never came back. Tim whacks the ball hard, then straightens up and shades his eyes to watch the golf ball sail through the air. There's a distance thunk and Tim is grinning like an idiot. He totally hit the carousel.]

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[He shakes her hand with a grin. Yeah, Tim is pretty southern.]

Nice to meet you too.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

I can't believe you're bored in this place.

[Jill leans on the bar on her elbows and waits for the tender to get over to them. Then she orders herself a bloody mary and then looks over to Tim so he can order whatever he wants.]

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[Tim shrugs.] Maybe I just ain't found enough things to do yet. [Tim orders a beer. He's going to start with that at least.]

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

[She scoots up onto a bar stool with her back to the bar and facing the crowd.]

Well there's Xanadoo which is kind of a cool place. And bars and coffee shops and shopping...

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, shopping not really my thing. Bars are cool though. What's Xanadu?

[awkwards]

But it's golf.

Is it fun because you're drunk?

[ She cannot brain this. Sorry, Tim. ]

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head thoughtfully to consider that a moment since Xanadu is really a lot of different things all thrown together.]

It's like a park with several different kinds of gardens. There's a zoo and a nice restaurant...

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ Tessa is grinning as well, though a little more muted than Tim's own grin. ]

I do not think I can hit it quite that far.

[ But she's willing to try. ]

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[He has to think about that a moment.] Yeah but also 'cause I'm hittin' things.

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[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Guess it wouldn't be a bad place to hang out then.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Come here. [He beckons her over. Yes he's going to do the thing where he stands behind her, arms wrapped around her to 'help' her swing the golf club.]

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

[Jill smirks and turns her head to look at him.] Not bad.

[The tender sets their drinks on the bar and Jill turns to pick up her bloody mary, taking a sip of it.] Yum. So where are you from?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ Oh dear. So much blushing. But she tries-- assuming that he really is only helping her. ]

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[Well, yeah he is helping her. He's also Tim and she's a pretty girl.]

Alright, you're gonna make sure the middle part of the iron's lined up with the ball 'cause that's the part you're gonna smack it with. You got this good straight line all the way down the golf club, see?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ A pretty girl who has grown up with an entirely different mindset to casual touching and kissing. So she's holding herself rather more rigidly than usual while he's so close - not because she doesn't like his vicinity which is confusing and possibly scary, but not necessarily bad, but because she is just so unused to it. ]

So, like this? [ And she hits the ball. It doesn't go very far, but at least she hit it. ]