The closest Eliot had come to playing golf involved a driver club and the head of its owner who had been trying to kill him at the time. Otherwise, the sport had been a miss on his must watch. Miniture golf seemed a little more interesting, and if not, at least the company would be good. After the more weird than usual, it was a night off.
It wasn't too hard to find the address Buffy had given him. There weren't too many hotels turned detective agencies around, although he was surprised by the size of the place. One hell of an agency. Even the Leverage offices had been on one floor of the building.
He found a spot and parked the bike and headed for Buffy. "Ready to buy me some pizza?" he called as he approached.