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You had never been good at golf, much less mini golf since you had tried it as a child and frankly, after breaking a mechanical obstacle due to one of your swings somehow landing the ball in the engine, you hadn’t even thought of trying again in fear that the same thing would end up happening.
How come you couldn’t give your explanation to the man in front of you when he had asked? Well, how could you let down Montgomery Gator when he was so excited to finally have someone else to play with? When he was excited, his eyes tended to crinkle at the corners, he would shoot a crooked toothy smile and oh goodness how hard was it not to be charmed by his happiness when you had said yes? He rarely got to play his own game with anyone else since families would be playing in their groups, and it wasn’t like his friends wanted to either judging by their hesitance to say no — you knew by their looks that they hated saying no, but watching as Montgomery just nodded and began to drag you towards the golf course, you knew they had their reasons: Roxanne needed to fix some karts before tomorrow since some teenagers had decided to run them into barricades over and over, Freddy needed to go and fix some of the lights in his room since they had gone out, and Chica… well, she was doing something.
It wasn’t like Sun or Moon could even come out of the Daycare either, since they had to clean up a suspicious smell that had begun to come out of the jungle gyms towards closing time and it wasn’t like that was an easy job to find given the sheer size of the room.
That had ended up leaving you, one of the nightguards on rotation that was just there to react to any sort of danger that may be lurking about that the security bots weren’t designed to deal with, in which frankly was a lot, and would mostly leave you free during the night.
The dim lights of the golf course were easy on the eyes compared to the rest of the pizzaplex, the low lit neons casting a green glow onto everything as Monty left you standing in the middle of the entrance, basking in the view as he mentioned needing to collect some stuff to start. You were sure that given he was one of the main stars of the show that the upper management wouldn’t mind if he borrowed some of the items, then again they had begun to cover up the garbage due to finding her with her head halfway in a bin just the week before. What she was looking for was unclear, but the straw that had been sticking out of her mouth when the staff had pulled her out was enough to raise some concern for the star’s health.
Pulling up the cameras on your fazwatch, you scrolled through the cameras for a bit until you landed on Chica’s room in rockstar row, watching as she tuned her guitar for a bit before looking up; she must have noticed the light on the camera was on since she gave you a small wave, you softly doing it back despite knowing that she wouldn’t see it, looking up as you watched Monty shuffle for something inside of a drawer, overhearing him mumble about how they constantly keep changing the position of the scorecards.
“Are you sure you’re not looking in the wrong spot?” You called, Montgomery’s head shooting up to look at you.
“ Alohrs pas! I’m always on their asses about dat. Not my problem if they keep moving them around.” Shuffling your eyes to look at the scorecards next to you, held in a clear container attached to the wall, you pulled two out and called out Montgomery’s name, holding the cards above your head as if they were flags in war. “Well, why don’t ya look at dat.” His cheeks puffed out slightly, the former teased mohawk falling into his eyes slightly as he returned to his full height, basically towering over the desk that he had to crouch at to even look into the drawers.
Taking the bit of paper from your hand, Montgomery spent little time dawdling as he gripped your forearm gently, pulling you over to the first hole, not even needing to look at any of the signs that hung overhead being that this was his territory, this was his domain, and if the vast amounts of water features and alligator-like things strewn about was no indicator, it would be the vast amounts of green which extended to the golf equipment, the handles being in different shades of alligator scales as he handed you a blue one, the matching ball to it being left on the ground by your feet as he prepared his own club, the scratched purple seeming to fit right into his hands as he looked at the courses.
Sure, you have seen him play from a distance, but it was different watching him play in person and up close, how the muscles in his arms rippled slightly as he would position the ball and his club, how they would relax and tense when he got a hole in one — it frankly was something that you swore you could watch all day if you could. The first few holes were easy given that they had minimal obstacles, but that changed soon enough, the scorecards being very far apart in terms of scores. Let us just say… holes in ones were not in your favour. Watching as Montgomery putted another hole in one at hole six, your club clutched tightly in your hand as the man in front of you made it seem like it was easy — to him, it was easy as he has watched hundreds of people play in these courses daily, he would’ve picked up quite a few tips and tricks from others at this point.
“Hon, you ok? You’ve been starin’ for quite a bit.” Those pet names that had made you take out a cajun dictionary the first you heard of them made your heart swell, but blinking your eyes as you looked up at Montgomery, you could see that the gel in his hair had long since loosened, loose curls falling in front of his eyes as he had to stare down at you with his glasses surprisingly sitting on top of his head for once, allowing for you to see the bright reds that you adored with all your heart.
“I was just thinking how I’ll probably have to take a few swings to even get the ball in with the gators in the way,” you didn’t want to admit that you had been staring at him, and sure, while what you said wasn’t exactly a lie, it was a half a truth that made you bite the inside of your lip, gently massaging the flesh between your teeth as you moved around him to place down your ball on the spot, trying to mimic the stance that Monty had been in just before as you felt his eyes on you, watching as you brought the club back and hit the ball.
You could hear your pride getting crushed in your ears as the ball just bounced back towards you, only stopping when it had hit the toe of your shiny leather shoes as you stared down at it; maybe if you glared hard enough at the ball it would want to listen, but that was just in your fantasies, sighing as you used the club and your foot to bring the ball back to its starting position.
Curse you for agreeing to do holes in one.
Aiming to swing again, a warmth engulfed you, the familiar scent of fresh water and some sort of deep forest smelling body spray filling your nose, Montgomery’s hands coming to wrap around yours, his body flushed to yours, chin on top of your head as you felt his breath wash over the top of your head. “Now, if I didn’t give ya some assistance, we’re going to be here until dawn.” he wasn’t wrong, it had taken you several minutes to figure out the right momentum to get a ball over a hill without having it roll back down or flying off into the ball pit, and yet his hold was gentle and firm, moving you gently like a doll as he explained something that fell on deaf ears, your mind going into a frenzy as you could feel his abs pressed up against you, the uniform he tended to wear certainly leaving nothing for the imagination before you saw your ball move, being aware enough to watch as it followed the same path Montgomery’s ball had followed before, the gentle sound of the ball falling into the goal letting you know that you had, in fact, hit a hole in one, and yet your mind was too busy looking at his arms that had yet to leave from around you, feeling him laugh as he congratulated you for finally getting a hole in one first go.
You wanted to stay in his embrace forever. Frankly, you were sure that your little feelings for the man currently holding you were a bit too on the nose for anyone who had been watching on the outside, and not wanting to have your heart give out from how hard it was pounding in your chest, you attempted to move away.
“Now, where do you think you’re going?” He muttered, his hands leaving yours as they travelled up your arms, pressing firmly into your shoulders as he brought you back to him, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Not done? What else could he need you this close for? Feeling him shift against you, he had to bend over in order to place his chin on your shoulder as you craned your head around to look at him; his smile was lazy, his glasses keeping curled locks away from his face as he looked at you through hooded eyes, the green and purple eyeshadow glimmering in the low light as he chuckled.
“So, how’re you enjoying the date?” Date? Was this meant to be a date? Your head began to whirl again, trying to pinpoint the moment he had asked you out on a date, his hands oddly warm against you as he laughed. “Thinking so much of it, sha?”
“No, it’s just…” You began to trip over your words, far too caught off guard to even pull together a sentence as you looked at him, and then as your eyes trailed everywhere, you attempted to find something else to focus on that wasn’t him, “I wasn’t expecting you to say that .”
“I wasn’t expecting you to turn into a blob of jello when I was helping you.” he wasn’t wrong, the way that you had almost melted into his embrace, the way your mind had turned to mush, you were sure that your mind had short-circuited just touching him. Feeling his thumbs rub against your shirt, you felt the rumble of his chuckles against you.
“New rule: whoever has the least amount of swings gets to do whatever they want to the other, yeah?”
Your bets were all in.