where: somewhere hidden from view, behind the caddy station. who: open!
he’s “on break”. never mind the fact that this “break” is one of five he’s taken in the past hour. having had to get creative with finding good spots to hide so that he can kick back, light up a joint, & smoke it undetected. the boredom that link can’t seem to shake somehow encouraging him to slack off even more today — though that boredom is mixed with annoyance, considering he ran into his older brother ten minutes ago, which take a guess. what did that interaction entail? chin up, dude, and maybe one day you’ll see it’s not worth it to be sleepin’ on mom & dad’s couch forever. which — low blow. and secondly, link didn’t ask to be talked down to in 95 degree heat. nor did he ask to be rich people’s ball collector for the summer. so. now he’s here, tucked away from view as he inhales his first hit, swallowing the smoke too quickly for his liking when he hears somebody shuffle nearby. link soon coughing up a storm as he attempts to clear the smoke clouds from existence, hiding the evidence that he’s getting high on the job.