He rolled his eyes at the wannabe comment. "I thought of a few words but 'kickass' wasn't with them," he replied as he grabbed the reaming ball, club, and the score card, heading out towards the first hole after her. There was a witty comment about women and their need to match but he wasn't about to provoke her wrath while she had a golf club.
Even if the putter was pathetic. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say she gave us the kid sized clubs." He wrote a four in the column and stepped up to take his turn at the hole.
"Excuses." He came close to beating her by a stroke. It would have been two if the ball hadn't skipped off the green altogether. The third stroke skimmed the edge of the hole and the fourth sunk it. "I could get the hang of this," Eliot stated after retrieving the ball and heading towards the next hole.