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Bey's POV
"Where are we, Y/n? Stop playing." I tried to move her hands away from my eyes as she walked us through a noisy building. "Y/n." I groaned.
"Shh, I got you."
"Your pissing me off." I said when I almost tripped over my own feet. "I'm always pissing you off." She kissed the top of my head.
"Y/n, for real. Where are we?" I felt my body come to a halt at a counter top and Y/n was quick to "shh" me again. I heard her talking low to someone but I couldn't make out what was being said.
"Just two...yeah that's cool. It's packed out there?" She asked, but I didn't hear a response. "Aight, bet. Thank you."
I felt her start to lead me somewhere else and from hearing cars pass by from a distance, I could tell we were back outside. "Y/n, fuck this."
"Stop and look." She said and removed her hands from my eyes once our walking came to a halt.
"Mini golf?" I said trying to hide my excitement. This is my favorite shit to do. "Yeah, remember I was supposed to bring you here last week but I got caught up."
Caught up.
Or in other words, arrested for having weed in her car. "I owe you this, at the least." She smiled a little handed me a green golf club with its matching ball.
My favorite color.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, yeah. I know this your shit for real, but I been practicing since the last time you beat me. Be prepared for an ass whooping." She laughed, nudging my shoulder.
I'm not going to lie, this is the sweetest shit she's done in a minute and I'm going to play this game and have a good time, but that doesn't mean I'm over everything. ____
The soft hum of conversation and the gentle clatter of golf clubs echoed around us, although we seen no one else in our line of site but each other.
The neon lights casted a colorful reflections on the synthetic grass as me and Y/n approached the first hole, the murmur of laughter in the distance provided a backdrop to our tense but quiet interaction.
Y/n turned to me, grinning. "Shi, I'm finna show you how a real nigga play mini golf, baby thug." She swung her golf club lightly in the air with a confident stance.
