harvelle, jo (![]() ![]() @ 2010-03-28 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | jo harvelle, sam winchester |
Who: Jo Harvelle & Sam Winchester.
What: Golf. Seriously.
Where: The golf course obviously.
When: Uhhh this afternoon?
Rating: IDK language maybe, death of innocent bystanders from flying clubs?
It was really entirely ridiculous, but then so was the whole situation so she figured she might as well roll with the ridiculous. Even if that meant golf. With Sam Winchester. And while it had started a little weird and awkward she actually found herself having a good time now that they were rounding into the second half of the course and had definitely loosened up a little (the half empty bottle they'd managed to talk the cart girl into giving them probably helped a lot in that department). She was fairly certain her jeans with holes in the knees, worn Stones t-shirt and ratty chuck taylors would have had her kicked off any normal course but the people here seemed content to let them have the run of the place. And despite the being stuck in some weird government type facility to "protect the future of mankind" and all that crap it was actually kind of nice to do something a little less serious than monster hunting. She was doing awful of course. It'd been years since she'd last gone mini golfing and she'd never done the actual sport. Most holes she average at least three shots above par but despite her usual competitive nature she didn't seem to mind. Probably because she still wasn't entirely convinced of the merits of golf as anything but chasing a small white ball. So far she'd managed to at least not kill anyone with a flying club so she figured that was something. Plus driving the cart around was kind of awesome. She took a drink from the bottle and watched as Sam teed off from her spot leaning against the front of the golf cart. "We should have pulled a Happy Gilmore and got hockey stick golf clubs." |