tom/peter on a mini golf date blurb?
this just SCREAMS peter to me jfbskgbksbg
“Get there, get there, get there . . . shit!” Peter swore loudly as his ball just missed going into the hole.
“Ooh, so close,” you said, shaking your head. “Better luck next time, buddy.”
“Let’s see you get it in,” Peter said, flipping you off over his shoulder as he went to go stand by his ball.
You smiled, taking a second to adjust your stance, before you swung your golf club and hit the ball. The two of you watched as it rolled over the bridge, through the clown’s legs, and landed neatly into the hole.
“What?” Peter shouted as you did a victory dance. “There’s no way. You cheated somehow.”
“Or maybe I’m just better than you,” you said with a shrug, walking up to him. “Ever think of that?”
“You know, when I suggested mini golfing for our first date, I thought it would be me helping you adjust your swing,” Peter remarked, raising his eyebrows at you.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Really? Do you know me at all?”
“True. So, we’re officially competing now? What are the stakes?”
You pretended to think about it. “If I win, you have to pay for dinner. And if you win . . .”
“I get to kiss you.” You’d never seen Peter so confident before, grinning down at you like he knew his words were making your knees go weak.
“Oh?” you said, trying to gain some composure. “Alright then. You’re on.”
blurb night!
