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Mini Stakes
by IrenaAdler
"Charlie, I thought you said we were going golfing," Don grumbled.
"This is golfing," Charlie said brightly, stepping up to the tee.
"Anything which involves clowns and windmills is not golfing."
"Sure, it is," Charlie said, pointing to the pink ball in Don's hand. "That's a golf ball and you've got a golf club. You can practice your putting."
"Real putting doesn't involve flower pots or plastic fish."
"Scared of a challenge?"
"Wait …" Don eyed him. "You think you can beat me?"
"Absolutely," Charlie grinned. "This game is all about geometry."
"Charlie," Don said, shaking his head sadly. "You haven't beat me at sports since … well, since never."
"Hey, there was that air hockey game last month!"
"Doesn't count."
"Why not?"
"Air hockey isn't a sport, it's … a physical video game."
"Now, that's an interesting—"
"Let's just play," Don interrupted. "Then, when I beat you, I never have to come here again."
"What if I beat you?"
"Not gonna happen, Chuck."
"What if?"
Don laughed. "What stakes do you want?"
Charlie frowned in thought. "If I win, you and Will have to come over next time Millie wants to play cards."
"That woman," Don groaned, "Is a card shark."
Charlie nodded wearily.
Don waved his golf ball at Charlie. "When I win, you and Colby have to come over next time Will wants to experiment with Indian food."
It was Charlie's turn to groan. "I think my esophagus still has scorch marks from last time."
"Drink more tea," Don said. "Is it a deal?"
Charlie looked over the geometrically-plotted landscape. It was ideal for a mathematician, not a jock. He grinned. "It's a deal."
"Okay, Chuck," Don said, putting down his ball and lining up his putter. "That plastic clown isn't gonna know what hit him."
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