A-Hole in One

Teed Off. Now there was a business name Negaduck could get behind. Not that he would normally get behind somewhere as frustratingly funtastic as a mini golf establishment except perhaps to coat the club handles with sticky putty. 

This time, however, he was on his best behaviour. The formerly violent criminal collected Ariana as agreed, explained the rules, coached her in the finer technique of hitting things with sticks, and was then waiting patiently on the side for her to take her turn. 

"Remember to square your shoulders, Ari. And relax. You've got this."

The neat thing was it was an easier place to relax than during the day when it was full of screaming school kids and troublemaking teens. After dark it was lit up, a glow in the dark golf course. A magical spot for a date. 

Not date. Friendly game between friends. 

Nice or not, it was a game of a different type Negaduck planned to win. 

    • DarkwingPsycho
      DarkwingPsycho

      Ariana still had some reservations, but even so she welcomed the distraction and the chance to learn something Normal that she had been curious about.  She listened with interest as Negaduck explained the game and gave advice about stance and technique.  A brief smile crossed her face as he encouraged her, and she did as he said.

      Once she gently hit the ball, it rolled only part of the way to the hole and she flushed, feeling embarrassed.

      • Negaduck
        Negaduck

        "Hey, that's not too bad."

        Nothing you'd write to Annika Sörenstam about either, but then who did.

        "Here. Choke up on the club," Making surprisingly gentle adjustments to her grip and posture as he directed, because she could be forgiven for misunderstanding the meaning of 'choke' coming from him. "And follow through."

        Come on, it was an easy hole. Give her a win. And maybe a sudden electrical storm to put him out of his misery.

        • DarkwingPsycho
          DarkwingPsycho

          She felt a little uncomfortable as he drew physically near again, and unintentionally thought of Drake.  The "follow through" was hesitant but enough to take the ball the rest of the way and...in.  She blinked.  "I did it."

          Her blonde head turned to look at Negaduck with some appreciation.  "I did it!"

          • Negaduck
            Negaduck

            "That's super. See what happens when you believe in yourself, never give up, eterca."

            Stepping up to the tee, having done the gentlemanly thing by going second - he hated being second - Negaduck swung what had to be the only kind of club he was not enthused about swinging.

            Except, feigning a stumble at the last second, he knocked his pastel pink ball clear off course.

            "Oh dear, my fingers slipped. Excuse me, honeypie."

            Pushing through the ridiculous palm frond and plastic flamingo surrounds to get to a clearing and, more importantly, get a chance to vent.

            "This stupid, stupid curse!"

            It wouldn't even let him punch a hole in the back of the prop windmill!

            "I thought I could turn this whole mandatory chivility shtick to my advantage, but the only thing turning is my stomach!"

            Faking good wasn't new to him by any stretch, but keeping it up for so long was. He would've had her eating out the palm of his maniacal hand had he only been able to slip in a little nastiness!

            "If I have to stay chipper and cheerful for one more minute I'm going to-"