Who: Garrick and Pyotr
Where: An all night driving range
When: About 2am
Ah, there was nothing so nice as an empty driving range at night. The crisp summer air, the peace and quiet, truly one of Pyotr's favorite activities was to head out and take a few shots with some polite discourse. Granted the reason it was so quiet might have something to do with it being July 4th, but for a foreigner with a huge wad of cash it didn't take much cajoling to the owner to allow him to fire off a few shots. So long as he promised that his men would clean up afterwards of course. He was glad that he didn't need to check in with anyone, he did not feel the desire to correct anyone who cracked a smile at his hand crafted clubs this evening.
Still, one could only swing alone into the night for so long without getting bored, so Pyotr had taken it upon himself to inform one of his old contacts that he was in the same town. One of the first names on the list, he still had a few others to say hello to but Garrick had always been one of his favorites. The two of them shared a certain similar viewpoint in looking at the world that made discussing things with him quite refreshing. Sidling himself up for another shot in his little custom golfing outfit (he always wore tiny cleats, even to the driving range, as who knows when you need to step on someone's face?) he swung and let loose a little orb into the sky and watched the gentle arc descend. Tonight would be a good night, indeed.