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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]

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.

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

[He's pretty accustomed to her dresses by now. It's different from the girls in his time.]

You look nice.

[He juggles the bag and the cooler, putting them both in one hand so he can hold his hand out to help her up. Skirt like that, he's not sure how she walks much less gets up.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[ She takes his hand and smiles up at him. She's used to the skirts, of course, so they don't really pose much of a problem to her, though they are a far cry from, say, jeans. Not that she would know, she never wore the pair that she bought during that one curse. ]

Where are we going?

[dillonrockstar.livejournal.com]

Figured we'd start in the garden and maybe work out way out to the barn.

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

That seems a reasonable plan. Have you done this often before?

[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.