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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]

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.

[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. ]

[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.]

[likeboudica.livejournal.com]

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

[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.]

[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]

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.]

[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?