ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴀʙᴇᴛʜ/ꜱᴏʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ

xxᴠɪɪ ɴɪᴄᴏ | ᴡɪɴᴅᴍɪʟʟ, ᴡɪɴᴅᴍɪʟʟ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴍɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

"Oh yeah! Triple bogey!" Leo yells and waves his golf club around in the air, narrowly missing Frank.

"Gods, man, watch where you swing that thing!" Frank scolds.

Nico laughs and raises his beer. These guys are nuts.

"Let's see you do better, Frank!" Leo shouts.

"Ooh, cocky much?" Percy teases.

Frank lines his putter up against a neon pink ball, takes a few practice swings, and then a deep breath.

"You got this, Frank!" Nico shouts from the other side. He'd finished the hole long before the others, scoring a birdie, but who's counting? If he gets anything out of this wedding trip, it's going to be a lot of free beer.

Frank swings for real this time, and his ball goes around the loop de loop, back into the turf, bounces off the wall, and then... stops just a few inches short of the hole.

"Oh, so close. Better luck next time, buddy!" Leo says.

"It's not over until it's over," Frank says calmly.

Nico wishes it was over now. Frank's minigolf skills don't even come close to his pool skills. For that matter, Leo and Percy aren't much better.

Frank ever so slightly taps his ball into the hole.

"See that? Slow and steady wins the race," he says.

"Woo! Let's keep going! I'm gonna win that free non-alcoholic Slush Puppie!" Leo shouts.

Leave it to Leo Valdez to ignore the 'no pregaming' rule. He was practically tripping over himself when he showed up to decorate the venue.

Nico fusses with the zipper on his aviator jacket. It's not the best choice for a hot summer evening, but he likes to have it just in case. You never know when you might need an extra layer.

The guys trek towards the next hole, which of course, glows in the dark.

Percy throws his blue golf ball into the air and catches it with one hand. His wrist is covered in blue glow stick bracelets from the arcade. "Alrighty, since Frank's got the highest score, he can go first on this next hole."

"Hey!" Frank objects.

"Do you want the advantage or not?" Percy asks. "Leo can go next, then me, and then Nico since he's winning."

"Yeah, who knew Death Boy over here was so good at miniature golf? I'm sure that's a helpful skill," Leo says.

Nico shrugs and retrieves a neon orange ball from his pocket. It's completely covered in dirt and grime, but alas, Percy had already claimed the blue ball.

The men survey the next hole. Nico takes note of the crooked hill leading up to the gator's mouth (or is it a crocodile?) and decides that trial and error might be the best method here. He'll see what works for the other guys, what doesn't work, and try to do better.

Is this a new competitive edge in Nico di Angelo? Not necessarily, although he loves winning, and beer for him on someone else's tab is always an incentive.

"Shoot!" Frank trips over the sparkly 'GROOM' sash that Leo bought for him and his golf ball flies straight into the bushes.

"Do you want to just go again?" Percy asks. "We won't count that fluke."

Frank waves him off. "Nah, it's Leo's turn."

Leo tugs on his suspenders. "Alright, ladies! I know Super-Sized McShizzle's been on a slump, but this is it! He's bringing it back! Now, who's going to hold my beer?"