Disclaimer: Don�t know, own, talked to� blah blah blah. You know the drill. It isn�t real. Only for fun.
Summary: The need for a break in the middle of tour finds our five at a late night mini-putt.
Humour
Authors Notes: Short and sweet and just a little more nonsense fun. =)
Mini-Putting.
�I call Blue!� Justin yelled jumping out of the van and running towards the little hut in order to make sure he got his colour golf ball.
�You always call blue J!� Joey yelled after the retreating figure of their youngest band member and then adding in a softer tone so only his other three band members could hear him. �After all this time you�d figure he would realized we all know which colour each other played with and wouldn�t have to go around yelling out dibs on them.�
�I know but it is fun to tease him about anyway.� Chris winked then ran ahead to where Justin was. Seconds later the other three could hear Justin yelling at Chris that he called the blue golf ball and to give it back.
JC who didn�t really care much about mini-putting but went along with it because it made his friends happy and therefore was worth it shook his head at Chris�s antics.
�You�d never know that he was the oldest�� he mused thoughtfully.
�No you wouldn�t would you?� Joey laughed and picked the slim man up throwing him over his shoulder and running to catch up with Chris and Justin.
Lance stopped in his place for a moment watching the clowning around of his bandmates with an amused eye before turning and looking at the mortified faces of their bodyguards laughing softly at the looks they were giving him.
�Hey don�t look at me. You guys were the ones that said we needed to get out and get rid of our excess energy. This was all your idea.� He laughed then ran to catch up with the rest of his friends.
�This is going to be a long night.� One of them muttered and they quickly made their way over to their charges.
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Several holes later Justin was currently in the lead and Joey was doing the worse by several points but thoroughly on purpose at that.
�Geez Joey you almost took my head off with that one.� Lance exclaimed getting up after having to duck from Joey�s golf ball for the third time that night.
�What it is golf isn�t it?� Joey asked with a devious smirk on his face.
�Mini-putting isn�t golf Joe.� Lance said tapping his foot.
�What? Just trying to add more obstacles to this course thats all. Don�t like it? I call it the trying to putt while having golf balls shot at your head obstacle. That windmill one is just so 90�s.� Joey said with a laugh.
�Oh shut up� Chris it is your turn.�
�Aye Aye, Captain.� Chris said walking over and hitting a ball.
�CHRIS!� JC whined exasperated. �That is my ball!�
�Hmm? Oh what? I thought it was mine.� Chris said trying to sound innocent.
�Right that�s what you said the last 20 times. For the last time the pink one is mine! You are yellow!�
�Oops my fault.� Chris said with a grin.
�Yeah I�d believe you, only you�ve hit my ball at least twice every hole and always in the opposite direction of the hole.� JC said frowning at Chris�s cackle of laughter. �I don�t think it is fair that you guys are making me count Chris�s putts on my golf ball.� JC said pouting when his bandmates started laughing. �Fine I quit.� JC said picking up his golf ball and putter and sitting down on a rock bench surrounded by ugly looking garden gnomes.
�Oh come on man, we�re just teasing.� Justin said coming over to his friends. �Look I�m not actually counting Chris�s putts on you but I am on his score.� He said showing JC the scorecard.
�HEY!� Chris yelled from somewhere behind Justin.
�You are still making me putt from where he hit them too.� JC pointed out a little pacified but still kind of pissed off.
�Well yeah but only because he usually puts you in a better position to the hole after hitting it.� Justin said.
�Fine whatever.� JC huffed standing back up.
�Okay next hole. Go J you�re up.� Lance said. All four groaning as Justin�s shot made a hole in one.
�Damn Justin you�ve spent way to much time practising this.� Chris said shaking his head as his shot brushed over the edge of the hole but bounced out into another direction.
�Ok Joey your turn� try and be careful not to kill anyone we have a concert tomorrow night.� Lance said ducking along with JC and Justin at the yell of �Four!� as Joey�s orange golf ball flew over their heads with such force that it took off the head of one of the little garden gnomes on the next hole over. The bodyguards looked on in terror wondering how they were going to explain that to the management later.
�Damn Joey I hope you are going to pay for this yourself because I�m not.� Justin said examining the decapitated gnome with wonder, ignoring the fact that Chris and Joey were on the ground laughing their heads off at it.
�Hey guys uh� here comes the owner and he doesn�t exactly look happy.� JC said pointing to a greying and balding man who was making his way over to the group, a large scowl on his face.
30 minutes later after a twenty minute lecture, paying for the dead gnome and being told not so kindly to never come back to this mini-putt again the five guys were back in their van.
�So what next?� Chris asked a mischievous glint in his eyes.
�I don�t know� anybody up for some bowling?� Joey asked trying to sound innocent and not like he just got them all kicked out of a mini-putt for life.
�NO!�
THE END