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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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[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It means you would not sit still.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Well then yeah...I'd fidget. Why?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It was a mere observation.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

I'm not big on sittin' still very often.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

So it would appear.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Hey now. I got other strengths.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Such as? [ She's just teasing, though, no malice behind the words. ]

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

I am a god on the football field. I'm a good mechanic. I'm damn functional drunk. I can hit a gold ball a hellva long way. I'm not a bad shot with a gun and I been told I'm a damn good kisser. [He'll leave it at that in order not to embarrass the hell out of Tessa.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ She's vaguely embarassed as it, but determined not to show it. ]

It appears you have a large number of qualities.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm versatile like that. [he's still giving her that ridiculous cocky grin.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It appears modesty is not among your qualities.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Nah, ain't a reason for that one.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

It is a good quality. Should that not be reason enough?

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

I gotta have some bad qualities to balance things out. [And really, he's got plenty of them.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

So long as the good outweigh the bad.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

You gotta decide that.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

I do not yet know you well enough to pass judgment, I should think.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Gonna hafta fix that. [And he winks at her.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ Tessa doesn't allow herself to react to that in any way. Or at least she tries not to. ]

Perhaps.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Come hit some golfballs with me. You'll have fun.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Very well.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Gimme twenty minutes. I'll meet you outside the youth center.

[He's got to go buy a couple of clubs and a bucket of golf balls. Literally they're just going to smack golf balls all over the City, maybe out at the barn. He's not sure yet.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ That will quite possibly be the most fun thing Tessa will have done in the City since her arrival. ]

I shall wait there.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[Right about twenty minutes later, he shows up with two standard irons, a bucket full of golfballs and a small cooler with beer in it. He's also put a bottle of cheap think Boones wine in there because Tessa doesn't seem like a beer sort of girl. He's wearing his standard jeans, cowboy boots, panthers hat backwards and a plaid button up shirt. He's even done up most of the buttons.]

You ready to go?

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

[ As she promised, Tessa has been waiting - a book in hand and, as usual, one of her dresses on. This one is dark green.

She looks up when he approaches her, closing the book. ]

Of course.