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sighed and
looked up to the top of the ten-foot-high chain link fence. We could easily
scale it. Well, most of us could; I wasn’t sure about the tattooed versions of
Iron Man and Pimp Daddy.
    “Loser has to do a forfeit. No backing out, what the winner
chooses goes, and it has to be done no matter what. Deal?” I offered.
There was no way I was losing at any sport, even in the complete darkness and
half cut.
    “Is there another one near here?” he replied absentmindedly.
I shook my head and didn’t bother answering as I gripped hold of the cold
metal, catching my foot in one of the little diamond shapes and starting to
climb it. “Nate, what are you doing? Breaking and entering? I could arrest you
for that,” Ashton scolded playfully.
    I smiled down at him challengingly. “Last to the top has the
smaller dick,” I called, laughing as he practically jumped on the fence in a
bid to get to the top first. Competitive bastard.
    We were both laughing as we reached the top at the exact
same time. Just as he cocked one leg over the fence, I gave him a little shove,
making him slip and drop down to the ground on the other side. He landed on his
feet with a thump before falling on his ass, laughing and grabbing my ankle,
pulling me down, too.
    “Guys, seriously, it says there’s a guard dog,” Seth said,
wincing. He hated dogs.
    I rolled my eyes, pushing myself up and holding down a hand
to help Ashton up to his feet. “Get your ass over here, Seth. All of you. Let’s
go show this loser not to play golf with the big boys,” I ordered, grabbing
Ashton into a headlock. We were both laughing quietly as we play-fought and
walked towards the start, trying to be quiet on account of us trespassing on
private property.
    By the time we got to the little storage shed where the
equipment was stored, I was convinced this was a bad idea. There was a big
padlock on the door; there was obviously an apartment on the grounds where the
guy slept above the little store where you paid. I was pretty sure twelve guys
breaking and entering and having a drunken game of mini-golf at stupid o’clock
at night were going to get caught. But the more drunken part of me really
wanted to see Ashton try to win. He would get that serious expression on his
face, and I couldn’t resist ripping the crap out of him for it.
    For some reason, Seth always carried a little Swiss army
knife in his pocket, so he was immediately picking the lock of the little store
so we could get our clubs and balls. I sighed and closed my eyes as they all
gave him a little cheer after a couple of minutes; obviously, he’d managed to
get it open.
    “Guys, seriously, why don’t we just hang a steak from our
pants and whistle for the dog to come and get us?” I suggested sarcastically. I
laughed quietly when Seth jumped and looked around with wide eyes.
    “Will you stop talking about the damn dog?” he hissed,
punching me in the arm.
    I shook my head at him. “They won’t have a dog. Every
business in the country has a ‘beware, guard dog’ sign hanging on their fence.
This is a golf course, why would they have a dog?” I mocked, pushing him into
the store first. “Oh, my God, Seth, look out!” I joked, looking behind him.
Ashton immediately started making a growling sound as Ryan grabbed Seth from
behind, making him literally shriek like a little girl.
    We all practically fell over laughing before composing
ourselves and shushing each other drunkenly. Everyone found a club, and we
staggered to the first hole, I waved my hand in a ‘go ahead’ gesture to Ashton,
but he shook his head. “Nope, I’m going last. Age before beauty,” he joked,
winking at me.
    I raised one eyebrow. “Pearls before swine,” I replied,
smirking at him and stepping up to take my turn. As it turns out, playing mini-golf
drunk and in the dark wasn’t as easy as we first thought. Luckily, we had a
spare bucketful of balls because I had already lost three on my first hole.
Ashton was