Bradshaw Ranch Golf Course

[Vassagon]

Bradshaw Ranch Golf Course, a slice of greenery in the eastern side of Florin. Known for its simple love of the game and the feature of special events. The most interestingly popular, Night Golfing. 9 Holes, glow-in-the-dark equipment, and stadium-styled lighting make the course a hodgepodge of light and shadow.

Chase is by the entrance, two rented bags of clubs strapped in the back of a golf cart in which he is seated comfortably. He's dressed more casually than usual, jeans and layered long-sleeved shirts. His skin is blushed with the semblance of life and he awaits the rest of his party for the evening. Chrisie , Dillon Connery

Night Golf

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[Dillon Connery]

Dillon and Martha arrive at the scheduled time, having prepared early and driven fast. The tall, broad-shouldered Gangrel is dressed simply, in a dark red polo shirt, brown slacks, and rented shoes. The amused, friendly smirk on his face is at odds with the monstrous, hellish Beast within. A demon hound with three snorting voices stalks his psyche, ready to lash out at the first sign of another that it may challenge or dominate. But Dillon himself looks in perfectly good cheer. He either likes golf, or hanging out with Martha.

Wanna know a secret? It's both.

With one gloved hand on Dillon's arm, tiny Martha skips along, playing havoc with the servos in her C-Leg that are trying to keep up, and learn her gait (Twin tails bob!). Dressed in a salmon colored shirtwaist golf dress and hat, she has made every effort to be neat. The fresh aromas of lavender shampoo and minty toothpaste surround her, the ribbons in her hair are carefully bowed, and a knee sock covers what the dress doesn't of her single, slim, athletic calf. There's a matching knee sock over the foot of her C-Leg too, but it keeps rolling down to the ankle. Martha wears it anyway.

She emits no Beast herself, and if she still has any reaction whatsoever to the one emanating from the Deputy beside her, she doesn't show it.

Spotting Chase in the cart, Dillon throws up a hand in salutation even while they're still a ways off.

Chrisie

Isn't shaded, but you get the idea

I know Chase picked up clubs, but I thought the idea of carrying Martha's cane around in the bag with the clubs was hilarious, so I drew it :3

[Vassagon]

Chase spots them, clear in the artificial light, casting wide shadows that bob and dance across the finely cut lawn of the course. He extends his own hand, signalling he has seen them. Yet as the pair grow closer Chase becomes aware of the Beast emitting from the dutiful escort, Dillon. A cold shiver, all the more apparent given his imitated vitality, ripples down his back from wariness. A superior predator has appeared, making their arrival more foreboding than auspicious. Yet the pleasant expression gives Chase's own Beast pause, rather than gripping the steering wheel and hesitating over the idea of driving away at whatever speed the electric motor could carry him. They are here simply for recreation, no business or cause for violence, he hoped. He steeled his will and forced his features to pleasantly welcome them.

Once within comfortable earshot Chase called to them, "Welcome, Miss Villiers, Mr. Connery. I'm so glad you could make it," excluding titles with the risk of mortal listeners or otherwise.

[Martha Villiers]

Clearly very excited by the whole thing, bright eyed Martha dips a curtsy to Chase. "Good evening, sir!" she enthuses. "I do hope you are well! I am looking forward to watching you gentlemen play! I daresay it shall be good sport!" she says, looking at the quality of the grass and the evening cloud and evidence of wind on the trees.

[Dillon Connery]

"Wouldn't miss it, Mister Ankers. Thank you for inviting us." Allowing Martha her choice in seating in the golf cart first, Dillon will be attentive in his assistance while he reigns the Beast in. Not that Martha would have to scramble into a seat without him, or anything, but he is a gentleman. The Beast is not. It wants to murder Chase for the sheer, wicked pleasure of it. But it is forced to heel by its master.

"Are you a regular golfer? Because it would be fun to have a reason to play. I won't claim any real ability, but I've always been attracted to the sport." Surprised? You shouldn't be. The Gangrel Priscus is one who places a high value on a calm, tactical mind, along with well-practiced physical prowess. Think about it.

[Vassagon]

The neonate Lord stood from his seat and returned the petite Shadow's curtsy with a bow. "Regular?" laughed Chase, responding to Dillon's question, "No, not exactly. Though my father held an interest in it and invited me along quite often. But that was years ago. Now I'd simply like to try my hand at it in a friendly game. I'm so very glad you both could make it."

He observed Martha as she was helped by Dillon into the vehicle and then took his own once more behind the wheel. "Miss Villiers, not planning on playing yourself? You'd have the advantage I would think, given the sport and your mutual origins within the British Isles as well as your keen eyesight." By his tone he did not sound to be pressuring Martha to play if she preferred not to, but mostly to say that if she did she would most certainly excel.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha was perturbed. The golf cart, the invite to play...Chase's Beast...all these things caused her to watch events with wide eyes and fiddle hard with her cane. Glad of the help onto the golf cart, she began to suspect that if anyone other than Dillon had helped her aboard she'd have avoided embarking on the vehicle at all.

Nodding generally and only half listening to Chase's recommendations and banter, she smiled and shook her head. "Oh...goodness, sir...I simply haven't the first idea of the game, I regret! If I were to begin to learn to play now, I'd spend half the evening locating lost things and slow you gentlemen to a perfect standstill! That would spoil your fun and sport and I simply would hate to have that happen!" she offers with rapid words as she tries to steady her Beast, "You are kind to suggest I may have all manner of advantages, but I am only too happy to play the role of caddy...I believe that is the term isn't it, sir?" more wide eyed looks to the two men. "That way, sir, I shall learn how this vehicle operates and how the game is played in more detail!" she happily explains. Somehow turning her worries into a learning opportunity.

[Dillon Connery]

"Good," Dillon says with a chuckle behind his voice as he slips into the cart, "no pressure on either of us, then."

Turning his lopsided grin on Martha, the Gangrel seats himself very casually in the back with her, hanging onto the canopy frame with one hand. "Oh, surely one swing or two wouldn't hurt? I won't complain if you add a few points to my score." The look on his face doesn't quite match the chipper tone of his voice. It's gentle concern for the Herald's comfort that crosses his features.

It might be 'just' a golf cart, but it has four wheels and a motor.

Which Dillon finds kind of strange, but he often suspected there may be a story behind it. Two wheels and a motor seemed perfectly fascinating to the tiny Mekhet. Maybe he should just see if he can arrange a something with someone trusted... maybe another deputy. Dillon doesn't see any problem with Martha taking a ride on Tracy.

Her Bike. Tracy's bike.

[Martha Villiers]

With a happy nod and with bobbing twin tails, Martha seemed to relax a little as she perched into the rear seat of the cart. She spends a quietly wide eyed moment looking about to see if she can assess how fast it might go and it's agility. Martha chirps in reply to Dillon, "Oh...thank you! A swing or two as an experiment sounds like jolly fun! Thank you, sir! How gentlemanly you both are!" a bright smile. She rubs hard at the knee joint of her C-Leg, her other hand is gripping hard at one of the canopy struts.

[Vassagon]

His passengers aboard, Chase turns the vehicle on with a turn of a key and gently eases it forward along the well-maintained grass, its headlights spilling a bluish glow in front of them. The electric motor gives a soft whir and they're gliding off on the smooth terrain. He turns his head for a moment, glad that they're pleased to be out on such a peaceful evening. The range is quiet except for the distant sounds of a few other groups out on the course and he gentle breeze jostling the tree leaves.

It doesn't take them long to get to the first hole, as it's close to the course entrance. Chase pulls up just outside the teeing ground or tee-box, designated by glowing orbs of various colors. Chase turns the cart off and pulls out a slip of paper from his pocket. "Well, here's an overhead idea of the course you may use if you like." The putting green is well lit up and has a visible flag on a glowing pole to mark their target about 84 yards away. "Also if you'd care to we can each take some practice swings just to warm up, or if you're feeling raring to go, please don't hold back." He grins as he heads to the back of the cart to retrieve a club from the golf bag for himself. "I think I'll start with a wood. I'm not confident I'd make the distance with just an iron on the first shot."