A Little More than Miniature Golf
TITLE: A Little More than Miniature Golf
AUTHOR: Rich (Starbug42@aol.com)
RATING: G maybe PG cause I blow some stuff up.
FEEDBACK: Yes please!
DISTRIBUTION: MummiesKittens
SUMMARY: Faith and the Mayor go off for a night o' fun.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mayor Wilkins or Faith...although it might be fun. I
would use her for my own evil plot to steal the world's supply of Twinkies
(tm)
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"A Little More than Miniature Golf"
Faith was pissed. "I can't believe they played me!" she thought to herself as
she flopped into her favorite chair. She'd been nervous ever since she teamed
up with the Mayor. He stood in the corner telling her to relax. Maybe he was
right. So she lost a few friends. So what? "Still unhappy?" asked the
Mayor, beaming brightly. "Okey doke. I've got two words that will make all
the pain go away." Hmm, this should be interesting. "Miniature. Golf."
Faith stared at his face as he chuckled. Was this guy serious?
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The Mayor's limo turned a corner and headed toward a clearing of the Sunnydale
Park. Faith didn't remember their being a miniature golf course in this part
of town but then again she was fairly new to SunnyHell. The car pulled up
and, sure enough, there was a course laid out just for them. The Mayor gave
Faith a wink. Did he do all of this himself? They stepped out of the car.
Mayor Wilkins handed her a club. "Do you want to be red or green?" he asked
holding up the two balls. "Red." Wilkins smiled. "I figured."
Wilkins lined up the ball for Hole 1: The Windmill. He hit the ball and it
went perfectly threw the blades and into the hole. "Nice shot, said Faith,
still not seeing the fun. "Wait for it," said Wilkins. A second later, the
ball shot out of the hole and sailed about a hundred feet, finally landing and
exploding. As the smoke cleared, Faith stared at where the ball-bomb landed.
The little ball just blew up a life-sized cardboard cutout of Buffy. Lined
up next to the smoking remains were cutouts of Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordilia,
Giles and...
"Santa Claus?"
Faith gave the Mayor a questioning look. He grimaced. "Yuck. Don't like
him. Always covered in soot from climbing down those chimneys. Unsanitary."
Wilkins sighed. "Your shot." Faith couldn't help but smile. Maybe this
wouldn't turn out to be such a bad night after all.
The End
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