"One player, one wannabe," she said under her breath so only Eliot could hear. Buffy smiled to the woman behind the counter and wrote a K. When she got an odd look from Eliot, she informed him that, "It stands for kickass. Team kickass? You might know it as me?"
The woman handed them a green ball and an orange ball along with two little clubs. They were pitiful excuses for mini golf clubs, especially if you hadn't already been expecting something similar. "My eyes are green," Buffy said as she snatched the green ball. "And girls are all about matching."
Hopping away, she found herself at the first hole. Which was always the easiest. It didn't have anything to it except a long straight path. "The goal is to get this ball into the hole, just in case you didn't know the rules." It took her about four strokes, which made her feel a little rusty - but she did finally succeed. "That was a fluke. I should have brought sunglasses and bugspray and a calming vanilla scented candle."