The College JJ Series

mini golf & midway games

Summary: You and JJ hit up mini golf with a group of friends.

Sorry to leave y'all hanging for a month, I just didn't have any motivation to write for JJ lol. You can thank tbaby013  for the idea that brought me out of my rut.

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"Oh man, I haven't been to one of these places since probably... middle school," Pope says, his eyes alight with excitement.

Pope, John B, JJ, and you had just climbed out of your car in the parking lot of the new mini golf attraction in town. Around you are the sounds of car doors slamming; several other members of their frat, plus a handful of girls from your sorority had all collectively planned to come spend an evening at Barnacle Bernard's Putt Putt Golf and Games.

"Yeah, same for me," you comment. "You know, I used to be pretty good back in the day."

JJ laughs. "Sure you were, pretty girl," he says, throwing his arm around you as you start to walk towards the entrance.

"I'm serious!" you exclaim. "I'm really good at obscure things."

"You want to bet on it?" he asks.

"Sure. What are the stakes?"

He looks thoughtful for a moment. "If I win, blow jobs every night for a week."

You roll your eyes. "Like you aren't already getting them regularly."

John B makes a face. "Come on, y/n."

"What?" you challenge him. "Not my fault you don't have a steady girlfriend." He doesn't have a reply for that. "Anyway, that'll work. If I win, I would like the same prize."

JJ grins wickedly. "Maybe I'll let you win, I fucking love eating—"

"Guys! Cut it out! I don't want to hear about your oral fixations!" Pope exclaims.

"Someone hasn't been with sneaky link in a while," you say to JJ, but you make the comment loud enough for Pope to hear.

"She's been busy, some kind of project worth fifty percent of her grade," he says defensively. "It's due on Friday, so..."

"So we won't see you this weekend? Got it," John B chimes in.

Your group makes it inside, inching along in the long line to get putters and select your golf ball color. You break off into groups and have a choice of two courses: Barnacle Bay and Bernard's Pirate Ship.

"I vote for the pirate ship. Looks dope," JJ says as the four of you look at the two course maps on the wall after getting your equipment.

"Works for me," Pope says.

John B is leaning into a group of girls you know, listening to see which one they're choosing. He'd had his eye on one of them for a while, but she was shy, so he hadn't pursued her as aggressively as he usually pursued the girls that interested him. He didn't want to scare her away. "Pirate ship it is," he announces after overhearing their choice.

"To the ship, ye scurvy plagued shitbags!" JJ announces in a terrible pirate accent.

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Eighteen holes later, you've dominated all three boys on the greens. John B and Pope had just had fun with it, but you could see that JJ was a little miffed that you won by five strokes.

"I told you, J," you say, giving him an innocent smile as he tries yet again to tally the scores to make sure the math is right.

He frowns. "Just... how?"