Hole 6

“I think we all need a beer break.” Clay suggested as he quickly ran back to the clubhouse and returned with 4 beers.

“Shotgun race?” Carson joked, or so Amy had hoped. Instead the other two happily agreed, punching holes in each of the cans as they prepared to down them.

“3… 2… 1…” Clay counted down and the four popped the tops of their cans. Amy had never enjoyed chugging beer. She didn’t even particularly enjoy drinking it, but she knew that she would need as much liquid courage as she could get as the night went on.

Clay and Carson finished at roughly the same time, and began a debate as to who had actually won. Tiff finished hers and laughed as she watched Amy struggle to gulp down the liquid.

“Can we play the hole?” Amy choked out as she finally finished the beer.

“You won the last hole so you get to lead off. We're waiting on you.” Clay teased as Amy stepped forward for her first shot.

Hole 6 was basically a small island in a lagoon that they crossed a small bridge to reach. Amy felt the bit of buzzing in her head as she put the ball down. She was definitely starting to get buzzed off of the beer she’d already drank and expected that she’d soon be feeling the effects of the one she’d just chugged.

Not paying attention to what she was doing, and still riding the high of her good play so far she fired her first shot fast and hard and sent it flying up over the small hill and saw it fly out into the water out of play.

“Damn Ames. I thought I was only distracting the guys.” Tiff joked drawing laughs from the others as Amy ran back to the clubhouse to grab a new ball to replace the one she’d just lost. Clay played his first shot perfectly, while Tiff and Carson didn’t place theirs well rolling much short of the hole. By the time Amy had returned back with a new ball Clay had scored a 2 and both Tiff and Carson had finished with 4’s.

Amy put the ball down as close to where it had gone out as she could and lined up her putt. It was a long shot, but if she could make this she’d be making Tiff and Carson strip and she could continue to keep all of her clothes on. She took a deep breath as she swung the club softly, but again her focus wasn’t fully there as she hit the ball with the toe of the club and watched it roll in the wrong direction of the hole.

Frustrated with herself she then overcompensated and hit the ball too hard and watched it skip over the hole. The momentum of the ball hitting the lip of the cup caused it to skip over the cup and again over the bricks and into the water.

“Out on four… Back in on five… I do believe that means you take a six… and have to strip off two!” Clay teased as they all turned their attention to Amy. The redhead was very frustrated with herself at letting the pressure get to her as she kicked off her shoes and socks.