Toki was handed the white putter and ball and he stood close to Stephanie, holding her around the waist as he looked at the two sides. In his pocket, he had a bottle of schnapps that would likely last them the entire game.
"Dunnos. I likes the historicals one, is gots de windmill an' dead president faces in rocks deres." He said with a shrug, smiling and enjoying his time outside with Steph. After all, it had been forEVER since he got outside and had fun. (At least, in his mind. It was probably only about a week, in actuality.)
"Okay, de rules is simple. If you goes over par, you gots to takes a swig of drink for every shots over it." He said as he led the way to the history-side of the course.