Eternal Blossom

“Damnit, Rayne, just because I’m half Scottish doesn’t mean I can hit this tiny ball into a hole I can’t even see from here!” Aiyana yelled in frustration as she threw the golf club down. “Scots may have invented this, but apparently I’m too Native for it!”
Kicking the golf club out of her way, she stormed over to the golf cart and sat on the back.

Opening the cooler, she began digging through the ice in search of her beloved whiskey. Aiyana had packed the whiskey knowing she would need that deliciously smooth amber liquid to help assuage her frazzled nerves.

Rayne laughed at her friend’s antics and lined up her shot, at least managing to hit her own ball in the direction of the greens.

Aiyana pulled the bottle out with a triumphant shout that quickly turned into a yelp of surprise when her blue grey eyes met with a pair of gorgeous hazel ones that were peering at her curiously from the other side of her cooler.

“I heard you yelling over here. Could I be of assistance,” the hazel eyed beauty querried.

Looking at the guy, Aiyana smirked to herself, thinking, ‘oh, you could be of some assistance with a few things I can think of, but none of them this mind numbing sport.’ He was attractive, she’d give him that. He had long wavy hair that fell from below a baseball cap, and was dressed in khaki shorts paired with a dark grey polo. The tattoos were more of what really caught her attention, and also threw her off a bit.

Finishing her slow perusal of him, she caught him smiling at her, his eyebrow arched high as he took in her light wash skinny jeans, flared crimson tank, and black converse. She smirked back, deciding he was absolutely adorable in a bad boy next door kind of way.

“You would have better luck teaching a buffalo to tap dance,” she heard Rayne say as her friend strolled up to join the two of them staring at one another.

The stranger laughed, and Rayne’s smirk turned into a full on smile at the sound of his musical laughter. He could take a joke, and that was another point in his favor, in her opinion.

Aiyana finally spoke up, “Well, I just can’t seem to hit the miniature whiffle ball at all, let alone get it onto a piece of grass so damn far away. What are you, a roaming instructor?”

At her sudden question, the guy’s eyebrows rose and he looked down at himself, trying to see if he resembled an instructor.

Chuckling, he retorted, “Not quite. I just play as often as I can. It’s fun and relaxing. I’m Matt, by the way.”

Holding his hand out as an introduction, Aiyana switched her Jack to her left hand, and shook his firmly with her right.

“Aiyana. Nice to meet you. Thanks for trying to come to the aid of a damsel in distress, but I think my golf game is beyond redemption.”

Matt laughed and gestured to the cart, “Come on, you can take me back to the driving range, and I’ll give you some pointers on at least hitting the ball.”

Rayne raised her eyebrow as she watched Aiyana at least mull this over. Normally, Aiyana would have told him to go to hell and just continued drinking. What dropped her jaw was when her friend actually accepted the offer of this tattoo’ed golfer.

Aiyana gestured with the bottle for him to drive the cart, and smiled over at Rayne mischievously.

“Come on, slow poke, this handsome stranger is going to help me find my inner Scott.”

Rayne shook her head, chuckling as she clamboured into the cart before Matt hit the gas.

Riding on the back seat of the cart, Aiyana was able to check out Matt without him really catching her. She looked at his full lips, slightly larger nose, and grinned when his hazel eyes caught her slow perusal of his tattoos on his muscular arms. One dimple peeked out of his cheek as he smirked at her actions.

Aiyana took another drink before holding the bottle out between Rayne and Matt. “Either of you care for a drink?”

Matt shrugged and took the offered bottle, knocking back a strong pull. Rayne shook her head and instead asked for one of her wine coolers.

“Nope. I’m not contributing to your bitch beer obsession. Drink like an adult.”

Rayne sighed as Matt tried to suppress his grin. This was his kind of lady. Someone that was drop dead sexy and actually liked hard liquor? Hell yeah. Rayne held her hand out for the bottle, not enjoying whiskey nearly as much as her best friend did.

They drank in an oddly comfortable silence as they made their way back up to the range.

Notes

Alright, ya'll! This is my first story aside from smut on a few different sites. I'm going to give this a shot. Please feel free to give me some feedback, good or constructive. Hopefully it'll go well since this plot bunny has been jumping around in my head for about a year now.