4694/Four!

Four!
Date of Scene:	19 June 2018
Location:	Pine Ridge Club - Breakstone
Synopsis:	Some X-students go to the country club, there's a little golfing involved.
Cast of Characters:	Mason Steele, Twitch, Rage, Elixir

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Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason has been a little bored. All the same, he hasn't really had the desire to be thronged by a mass of shameless fans, and the Xavier kids are on lockdown. This left him with few options. Mainly, reach out to Tyler and Andrea, and give them something more interesting to do than stare at the wall. So he proposed golfing. He had to admit to a curiosity regarding how well Tyler would be able to golf, and, it was something that could occupy them all day long, provided the weather holds. At the moment, it's looking a little questionable.
    It's muggy and hot, and so even though it's traditional to wear pants, he's wearing shorts with his blue polo today.
    His car is in the lot, he bought a membership just for the event. He also bought a set of golf clubs just for the event. For the moment, he sits in the lobby of the country club on an expensive looking victorian chair, tapping away at a mindless phone game as he waits.

Twitch has posed:
Having been down lately, it wasn't particularly easy for Tyler to leave the mansion grounds for something as frivolous as golf. A combination of curiosity about the sport and a desire to make sure that Mason was doing okay finally overcame the resistance he might have had to going out. When he finally arrives at the club and dismounts from his motorcycle it's obvious he made the attempt to dress for the occasion, wearing khakis and a dark green short sleeved collared shirt.

Tyler strolls into the lobby of the club and takes a good, long look around, eyes widening when he realizes just how fancy the joint is. His eyes finally fall upon Mason and he approaches his buddy, "Hey man. Thanks for inviting me out. I had to get away from the mansion for a while." There's a chin lift in Mason's direction, "How are you doing?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason glances up as Tyler speaks. "Hey chief," he responds. "Yeah, bored outta my brains," he says. "Thought it'd be something fun to try out. I have no idea how to golf, so you and your skills probably are gonna blow me away. Unless you die of heat stroke," he says, It's blazin out there right now. Maybe it'll rain and cool it off. I'm doin' okay, been just writing some, partyin' some, you know."
    He gets up from the seat, "Andrea ride with you?" he asks, glancing behind to see that she has not in fact come in the door yet. When he looks back, he notices the scar on his chin. "What's all that about?" he indicates the spot on his own chin. "You goin' hard core on us?"

Twitch has posed:
"You never know, I might totally suck out there," Tyler says, though he does crack a smile. "It'll be fun to try anyway." At the subject of the weather he nods, "Yep. I wasn't sure what to wear so I went kind of nice. Didn't want to not meet the dress code. If I owned a suit coat I'd probably have it in my saddle bags."

When the subject of Andrea comes up the young man looks down at the floor and then shakes his head. "She's pissed off at me right now." His hand reaches up so his fingers can touch his new scar, then he looks around, "I got it taking care of a problem. Dodged all the bullets, messed up on a blade." He shrugs. "It's cool, though, problem's solved and I got a cool scar I can lie about."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Dodged bullets?" Mason asks. "You mean in metaphor, right?" he clarifies. "Cuz if you were dodging real bullets, I can see why she'd be pissed, not gonna lie." He reaches out to bump the side of his fist against Tyler's shoulder. "But glad you're okay. Think she is gonna come? Or is it gonna be just us?"

Twitch has posed:
"It's not the first time, probably won't be the last. I am from Hell's Kitchen," Tyler says with a shrug, as thought that explains things. "She should be mad at me. I don't blame her, but it was hard to admit it at the time," the kid looks down at the floor again and sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets. "She should be here eventually. At least I think she should be."

Mason Steele has posed:
    A casual glance is thrown behind him at the rear doors to the golf course, and he bends over slightly, looking up at the clouds. "Hopefully we won't get rained out, but yeah, she'll get over it probably. At least she didn't write a song about it." Mason pauses. "She didn't write a song about it, right?" he checks after a moment of consideration, shoving his phone in his pocket.

Twitch has posed:
"Hopefully," Tyler says softly, speaking of Andrea. Then he shakes his head, "If she wrote a song it'll be news to me. I don't think she cares about me enough for me to worry about that." Back to looking at the floor and sighing, the young man says quietly, "I'm probably not worth the effort."

Mason Steele has posed:
"Oh man, I'm getting a depressed vibe," Mason says, as if it is a warning. "You gotta stop that crap. If she's not smart enough to like you man, you be better off with some girl that will," he encourages. "We'll go do one of those parties like I promised, cheer you right up." Mason's version of consolation involves lots of alcohol.

Twitch has posed:
"Okay dude," Tyler tells Mason as he looks up at his friend again. "It's tough, I'm not used to actually liking a girl. I mean, I'm attracted to plenty, but I don't catch feels." He pulls his hands from his pockets and presses the thumb and forefinger of one hand to the sides of his nose. Nodding, he says, "Yeah, party might be a good idea. As soon as we're allowed back into the city."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Hey, I got your back," Mason says, "Besides, as long as she's focused on you she's not buggin' me about not having talked to that Ms. Grey yet. I promised her I'd talk to her about joining the school. Just haven't gotten the balls up yet."

Twitch has posed:
"I appreciate it," Tyler nods at Mason. "You still haven't talked to Ms Grey?" he asks, sounding more curious than anything else. "Well, take your time. You'll know when you're ready. It's a big deal going to a place where people are going to know your secret."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah, it is," Mason admits. "But screw it, didn't come out here to just worry about stuff that makes me feel bad. We are here to have a good time and watch you do crazy good golf shots. Maybe we can make some bets and rob these old rich guys of some money." He waggles his eyebrows conspiratorily.

Twitch has posed:
"That's right. Gotta get our golf on, see what we can do out there on the links," Tyler says to Mason, reaching over to pat him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't mind making some money off some guys who think they can golf. I'm broke. Haven't been able to work because my job's in the city. If this keeps up I'll have to find something in West Chester." He sighs, "And I miss my gym. I'm on track to make BJJ black belt in seven years instead of the usual ten." Letting out a little grunt he shakes his head, "If I ever meet those assholes that went after Andrea I'm putting the lot of them in the hospital."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Sweet," Mason says, "Well, we can put them in the hospital later. Right now," he pauses, pulling his phone out and speaking slower as he texts. "Telling Andrea to get her ass out here," he tells Tyler, before looking up. "Okay, so I got only one set of clubs, if you are cool with sharing." He motions to the brand new bag in the corner. "Let's get on out there. We'll make some money."

Twitch has posed:
"I don't mind sharing. It's not like either of us knows what the hell we're doing out here," Tyler says with a little bit of a chuckle, clearly feeling better than he was before at the prospect of maybe making a little money. "Maybe I could get a job here doing that thing where you carry people's clubs. A jockey?" Then he shakes his head, "No. That's horses."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Caddy," Mason answers, grabbing the bag and rolling it to Tyler. "Here, you can practice," he adds with a grin. "Okay, so let's go find some old guys." He starts walking out the back, and looks around. "We could try doing a skins game maybe," he says. "You'll probably have to carry it though. You know I'll be complete trash."

Twitch has posed:
"Sure. Sure," Tyler says to Mason with a smirk as he grabs the bag and shoulders it. "If I can figure out how to make the ball go far without Happy Gilmore-ing it I should be able to sink it in a couple of whacks. I'd offer to help you play better, but I'm just going to hit the ball as hard as I can and hope it goes in the right direction."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Cool," Mason says. "Look, over there," he points out two retirees who are pulling some golf clubs from the trunk in the parking lot. "Wanna go for it now, or practice first?" he asks. "I got faith in you."

Twitch has posed:
"Let's just go for it. I figure they'll be more inclined to bet against us if I can't even hold the club the right way," Tyler says as he eyes the old guys as if sizing them up.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason grins, "Okay, here we go," Mason declares, heading for the pair of older guys. "Hey!" he calls out, "Sirs!" They turn and look. "Yeah, hey!" He walks up, unconcerned with any recognition they may have of him. They don't seem to. "We never played before, but this guy, he's good at every sport out there, so we wanted to know if you'd want to make a bet and see if he can't beat you in 9 holes. Tell'm Tyler."

Twitch has posed:
As Mason steps off toward the old fellows Tyler takes a deep breath and walks alongside him, carrying the clubs easily There's an almost embarrassed expression on his face as he agrees with his buddy, "Yeah. I can make half court threes or get a strike on the lanes like every time. I figured it's time I try golfing."

Mason Steele has posed:
    The two older men glance at each other, "You kids probably don't want to do that, it's a good way to lose money," one says.
    "Yeah, we're dumb and I got money to lose. Whaddaya say?"
    They exchange another glance. "Your funeral," the second says.
    Mason claps, "Cool cool, is a thousand too steep?" he asks. They laugh,
    "A thousand? You feel pretty confident. You're gonna learn a valuable lesson today," one of them says.
    "We'll see," Mason returns with a shrug, glancing back at Tyler. "Let's go, then."

Twitch has posed:
When the amount of money comes up Tyler's mouth falls open. When he shuts it again he gulps, then licks his lips. As the group sets off he walks with them, looking around at everything once again, making sure he knows where stuff is. "I hope I don't screw this up. I've never even held a golf club before today, except doing mini golf." A glance is given to Mason, before a longer look at his opponents. "Maybe when we're done you guys can give me some pointers so I don't look like too much of a jerk out there."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Well, don't bet a grand on a game you've never played," one jokes at him, and both of them laugh.
    Mason slaps him on the shoulder. "I got faith, and it's my grand if you lose anyway," he says. "I mean, how hard can it be? You just hit a ball with a stick, really."

Twitch has posed:
"Well, I am good at hitting things," says Tyler, letting out a nervous chuckle as he adjusts the bag of clubs on his back. "So how do you guys want to do this? You want to go first?" the young man asks as he looks over the greenery out in front of him, making sure that he knows what he's aiming for. "I'm good with going whenever."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "We can go first if you like," one of the men says. "Just...watch how we hold the club, maybe you will get the idea." They reach the first hole, and one of the men goes out and sticks his tee into the grass. "All right, this is a par 4, so four hits is what you should be able to do the course in. You just put your legs like so, see?" he tells Tyler. "Try to swing even. It's not about swinging hard, it's about striking the ball at the right angle." He sets up, pulls back, and swings. The ball goes soaring through the heated summer air, and afer several seconds, lands out on the fairway, bouncing several times before it rests.

Twitch has posed:
"Alright! Nice hit," Tyler compliments the man as he sets down the golf bag and looks over the clubs inside of it to draw out the correct one. At least he hopes it's the right club, it looks like the one the last guy used. He carries it over his shoulder to where he sets up the tee and the ball on top of it. "Slazenger 7," he reads the number on the ball he'd selected, making sure he knows which one is his. Then comes time to actually swing. He holds the club like the previous gentleman just did, "Okay, so I just hit it now?" After looking around he focuses his attention on the ball, swings the club back and then executes a mighty blow with a loud 'thwack'!

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Holy shit," Mason winces at the strike, watching the white ball against the looming gray skies. "Look at that sucker go." He slaps Tyler on the back. "I can't tell at all where that landed, but good job." He grins toward the older men. "See that? A natural."
    The older men smile, and the last one goes, his ball also falling somewhere out on the fairway.

Twitch has posed:
"I just aimed for that flag thing," Tyler says with shrug as he watches his ball fly through the air, trying to figure out where it's going. "Looks like it's going the right way, at least." He rests the club he just used on his shoulder and smiles a little bit. "Didn't miss the ball entirely, though, so I'm pretty happy about that." Still, who knows where it ended up?

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason shrugs, "Good enough for me." He takes a ball, checks his number, and sets up to take his own swing. "Here we go!" he says, driving the ball down the range. It hooks, then comes back with a gust of wind, and by some miracle, it ends up straight in the fairway. "See that?" he says, "Calculated." He gives an arch of his eyebrow at Tyler, indicating that it was in fact, not calculated at all, but dumb luck.

Twitch has posed:
"Good shot!" Tyler says to Mason with a hint of surprise in his tone and a smile forming on his face. He picks up the bag of clubs and prepares to walk out to where the balls landed. "I think I can see how people could get into this sport. It takes a lot more skill to get the ball going where you need it to than I guessed it would," he tells the group.

Rage has posed:
The white BMW pulls up to the golf course after her phone blew up for the last hour from Mason. Andrea is still not in the greatest of moods, but she was willing to join them, provided she dragged Josh along also. He needs to socialize with the 'team', and she needs an excuse to bail in case her rage rises. Dressed in a pair of snug pink shorts and a playful white polo and new white sneakers, she lets out a breath as she heads for the golf course to find the pair of them. "They said they are already out there. Probably hustling people or something juvenile."

Elixir has posed:
Josh snerks. "You think?" he asks as he climbs out of the car. "Probably hitting on some poor caddy, five years older than them, more like." He pulls his t-shirt straight where it bunched up on his belt and heads out with Andrea. "Why are we here again? I don't golf," he says.

Mason Steele has posed:
    In fact, They are on their way down the fairway, and Mason pulls out his phone to message Andrea. -Well, if you decide to show up, we are on the course. Hole 1 right now, just text if you ever get here.-

Rage has posed:
A text is sent back: -We just got here- Andrea and Josh continue down with an easy saunter. She replies to the healer. "Team building activity with Mason and Tyler. Mason isn't on the team yet, but I'm sure he will once he joins the school and blah blah blah." She says as she tucks some hair behind her ear.

Twitch has posed:
Walking down the fairway with the others, Tyler spots something he thinks might be his ball way up ahead, but doesn't comment on it. He'll let someone else pick up on that. Looking at Mason and the phone in his hands, Tyler frowns.

Elixir has posed:
"Team building? You're really taking this thing with Ms. Frost pretty seriously. You sure it's not just something that will be around for a couple semesters then done? I mean, it's not like she's creating the Avengers here."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason glances up, looking behind to see the closing image of Andrea. "There she is," he says. "And...who's that with her?" he says. "I can't make him out." He glances back as the older men each go to their ball. Mason, while his is on the fairway, is decidely the farthest back. "Do you even see yours?" he asks, stopping as he reaches his. He glances up at the darkening skies. "I hope it doesn't rain on us," he grunts. "We totally could get a grand out of this."

Twitch has posed:
"Yeah, she's here," Tyler looks at her for several seconds and sighs deeply. He then looks over to the person with her, then says to Mason, "That's our buddy Josh. He's got some issues, but he's a good dude." Pointing up ahead, Tyler says, "I think that's my ball up there. If I was stronger or knew what I was doing I might be able to get holes in one." Then the sky gets his attention, "I'm pretty sure we've got this one, man. We'll make some money if we can beat the rain."

Rage has posed:
"Yes, I'm taking it seriously, Josh. Because it is what we are, a team. We need to work together because if your friends come back we got to be prepared." Andrea says as she strides down the fairway, then lifts a hand towards them. "Hey guys." She calls overly cooly to them as she gives a glance about. "How is the games going?"

Elixir has posed:
Josh shrugs. It is hard to argue with Andrea's logic, but the whole thing feels a bit like a school club or something: Alpha Theta Mutant.

As they come up towards Tyler and Mason, Josh waves. "Hey guys," he says and notices the others. "You playing against them?" Josh asks.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Yeah, Tyler's gonna whoop them, I have faith," Mason answers. "Hey, I'm Mason," he introduces himself. Though, his fame may not necessitate it, he doesn't make the assumption. "You a friend of Andrea's?" Apparently he doesn't realize that he is the same person who saved her only a coupld of weeks earlier.

Twitch has posed:
"Hey guys," Tyler says to Andrea and Josh, though he's rather reserved and can't maintain eye contact with the girl. "Yeah Josh, we're seeing how we do at the whole golf thing." To Andrea he says, "The game seems like fun so far." His level of discomfort is clearly increasing, and his head lowers so he can look at the ground.

Elixir has posed:
"I'm Josh," he introduces himself back. "I met Andrea a couple weeks ago," he says. At first he did not recognize Mason but then recognition flashes in his eyes and an image of Mason holding Andrea in the Twin Monks flashes through his mind. "Yeah. Good to see you, Tyler. How you feeling?" he asks.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Oh, okay, cool stuff." He lines up the shot, and then pulls back, and swings. This time he doesn't hook, but he slices, and the ball goes soaring into the rough, bouncing to rest just on the close side of the tree. He frowns. "So, if it's behind the tree, I can't even get it there, I gotta hit it around?" he asks.

Twitch has posed:
"Physically I'm feeling fine. I'm pretty down, though," Tyler tells Josh seriously. "I did something I shouldn't have and hurt someone I didn't mean to." Ugh. Teenage emotions. His focus switches to Mason's latest swing and where the ball ends up. With a frown on his face Tyler says, "I think so. You're not allowed to just move the ball otherwise."

Elixir has posed:
"That's rough, man," he says, conscious of Andrea beside him. "Glad you're healed up though."

"Yeah, you gotta play it where it lands, Mason," Josh adds. "Shitty luck, man."

Rage has posed:
"You know, I'm right here." Andrea says as she taps away at her phone, having got distracted for a bit as she stands near by the three of them. Letting out a soft breath, she slides a pair of shades over her eyes to block the sun.

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Okay," Mason interjects, walking over to Andrea and putting a hand on her shoulder. "We are here for fun, no bein' mad today, it throws off my A game." Of course, if this is his A game, one might hate to see what anything less would be. "Andy, kiss my club, make it lucky or something," he teases, hoping to get a smile out of her.

Twitch has posed:
"Yeah Andrea," Tyler says to the young woman. "I'm sorry. I should have talked to you before doing anything." His gaze travels down to the ground and he hunches forward somewhat, letting out a sigh. It's about time for him to swing now, so he moves up towards his ball, eyeing the flag that marks the hole. He lines up on the ball and prepares to do his thing, lifting his club back over his shoulder and bringing it forward to smack the ball towards the hole.

Elixir has posed:
Josh puts his hands in his pockets and watches as Tyler goes to swing, wondering if he will land it in the hole right off the fairway.

"I never learned to golf," he said. "I like football and basketball better. You guys golf a lot?"

Rage has posed:
"Kiss your own club, Mason." Andrea says as she continues to tap away at the glass with her thumbs, letting out a soft huff under her breath. She gives a glance over to Tyler, then lifts her shoulder upwards in a half shrug. "I'm not even tripping." She's tripping.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason watches as Andrea continues her huffy attitude. "Okay," he says, "Look, we are here having fun outside. I love my phone, too, but spend time in the real world with us," he teases. "Come on, kiss the club," he holds it in front of her face. "Kiss it, kiss it, do it." He seems to be intentionally obnoxious. "Look, Tyler's gonna beat me unless I have good luck."

Twitch has posed:
"This is my first time trying it," Tyler tells Josh about his golf experience quickly enough as he watches his ball fly through the air. "Hell. I don't suck at this game," he comments, but there's not much excitement behind his words. He looks towards Andrea and presses his lips together tightly. Then he opens his mouth to say something but the words don't quite make it out before his lips seal into a frown.

Elixir has posed:
Josh rolls his eyes. "Knock it off, man, she's not in the mood. Trust me," he says, all big brother-like, pushing the golf club away from Andrea, who he is still standing beside. "High school," he mutters under his breath, clearly losing patience. He watches Tyler's shot and reaction, and looks at Andrea. "Alright, you gonna talk to him or not? Cause he obviously wants to talk to you," he points out. "We are a /team/ or whatever, right?"

Rage has posed:
"I don't have anything to talk about. He apologized, I'm fine. I'm not tripping." Andrea says as she leans her head back away from the golf club, glowering at Mason. "You all blew my phone to come out and hang. Here I am. I'm hanging. I'm just tying some loose ends up with work real fast."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason reaches up, and plucks the phone out of her hand, putting it behind his back. "Nah," he tells Josh, "She wants to smile, I can feel it. Texting, it can wait," he tells her, "I read it on a sign on the freeway, it has to be true. If you don't then... ~I can tell myself, not to ride along with you," he switches into song. "~I'll have all and not most of you some and not none of you..." Sure, he's changing the lyrics a little to fit the situation, but he seems committed to the strategy of forcing her out of a bad mood, and is determined not to be thwarted.

Twitch has posed:
"We don't need to talk. I did the wrong thing, I deserve to get punished for it," Tyler says to Josh slowly and sadly, looking down towards the ground. His ball is probably rolling into the hole as he speaks, all but forgotten as the kid lets out a sigh. When he looks up it's to watch Mason interact with Andrea. Though the situation is amusing his facial expression doesn't change.

Elixir has posed:
"Uh huh, sure," Josh says to Andrea's unconvincing reply. He watches Mason break into song without saying anything then turns his attention back to Tyler. He shakes his head. "Dude..." he starts. "Nevermind. Check your shot," he says, pointing to the hole.

Rage has posed:
As Mason begins to sing, Andrea pauses in her fury of him taking her phone away. She lets out a soft sigh, eyes rolling up and to the side before her lips give a twitch. "Take me back to the night we met .." She sings along the next lyrics. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by most of you .. oh take me back.. to the night we met." Her voice is so pure, holding on to that hint of emotion in the back of her throat. She steps forward to him, brushing one hand along his chest for a moment, before huffing to him. "Why you gotta fuck me up with our song for?" She says, finally smiling before she pushes him to the side. "Nice shot, Ty." She says as the ball rolling into the hole doesn't escape her.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason gives a quick arch of his eyebrows with satisfied victory at Josh before wincing in mock pain at Andrea's push. He turns around. "Wait, Ty, did you just get an eagle?" he asks. He glances over at the older guys, who look in disbelief.
    "My man!" Mason says, and a drop of rain strikes the end of his nose. "Oh, snap," he says, frowning. The two older men start to make their way back. Eventually they reach the group of youths. "Well, good job kid," one says. "But that's just one hole, rain's movin' in, so we'll have to catch you another day to see if you just got lucky."

Twitch has posed:
"Huh?" Tyler looks to Josh when told to check his shot, then looks over to see where it went. The ball has hidden itself in the hole by now, though, so he doesn't see it. "Where'd it go?" A glance is given to Andrea and Tyler asks in a surprised sounding way, "Did it go in?" He looks to Mason, "I don't know what that means." As the older guys approach the young mutant nods to them, "Yeah, we can play again some other time. I think I like golf." The rain doesn't seem to be bothering him any, but as it's just beginning that doesn't mean much. He asks the other young people, "You guys want to head back to the club house?"

Elixir has posed:
Josh rolls his eyes at Mason's gloating, and Andrea's reaction. "I think I'm gonna barf," he says dryly with a half smile. "Let's go somewhere," he says in reply to Tyler. "I don't want be out here when it really starts pouring."

Rage has posed:
"Me either. I Just did my hair and I'd hate to get it messed up." Andrea says as she peeks over the shades at the three boys. She keeps eyeing Mason slightly with a suspicious look, then heads for the clubhouse. "Anyone here even a member or are we just going to pull the celebrity card and get in?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "I am," Mason raises a hand. "Just got my card today. They have some pretty dope stuff in there, if you don't mind that everybody in this city seems to be three hundred years old." The rain starts to pick up. "I'm not in a hurry, I hear humans are waterproof." Nonetheless, he follows along with the general feeling of Andrea and Josh, starting to make the trek back to the clubhouse as the rain starts to become a more steady drizzle.

Twitch has posed:
When they get to the door to the clubhouse Tyler steps out in front of the group to pull it open, gesturing for his friends to head inside ahead of him. Once he sees them inside he runs a hand through his hair to get some of the water out of it and says, "Too bad we got rained out. I'd have liked to try to get a hole in one."

Rage has posed:
"Yeah, that's a shame." Andrea says as she runs her hand through her hair to loosen it up. "So you joined an expensive and fancy golf club for ... what reason? This is kinda out of the way for you, Mason. Also .. you don't golf, nor do you wear these types of clothes."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "They have spas, Andrea," Mason answers. As if that should explain everything. "And I wanted to see how good a golfer Tyler could be. He could be the next Tiger Woods or something," he says. "I mean, you know Tyler, he's good at this sort of thing." He glances at Josh, and still not recognizing who exactly he is, he keeps further comment to himself. "Besides, the food looks good. You guys hungry?" As they hit the steps, the wall of incoming rain strikes, and Mason pauses to enjoy it, holding his hands out, taking the door so that Tyler can choose to go in while he gets himseld drenched for a moment. "Remember when rain wasn't a thing, Andy?" he asks. After all, in LA, it rains maybe five times a year. "New York is great." He follows in a moment later, and shakes his hair, just to share the moisture with everyone.

Twitch has posed:
When Mason takes the door from him Tyler slides on into the building, letting his friend stay outside to enjoy the weather. "I don't know if it's a good idea if I'm too good at golf. I mean, I'd have some fun making money off of people, maybe winning some little tournaments, but if I won all the things people would figure out what I can do." Then he nods, "Always hungry, man."

Rage has posed:
Lingering near the door for a moment, Andrea watches Mason, then says, "Yeah, I don't miss the smog and the heat and the smell of the air when the traffic comes in. At least here in the east coast, we have seasons and the rain makes the air smell nice once it washes away the stain of the city." She gives a glance over to Tyler and says, "Maybe you could throw a few holes. Do good enough to place fairly well. Make some shots look like luck."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason starts walking through toward the dining area. "Yeah man, you don't gotta advertise, I mean, just be good. You realize how much money some of these golfers make?" He rubs his fingers together, indicating a lot. He takes it upon himself to be the leader of the motley crew, and glances around when nobody seems to be manning the front. "Hold on, where's..." he starts to wander back in to the tables, failing to note that at lunch, the sign says, you seat yourself. "Where's the guy?" he asks, turning around and standing directly next to the sign.

Twitch has posed:
"I'm going to have to do that," Tyler says to Andrea when she suggests he intentionally miss some shots. "If we keep golfing, I mean. Maybe try to get some lessons so I can actually hold the club correctly so it looks like I'm doing everything properly." Picking up on the sign next to Mason, Tyler says, "Just grab us a table." He walks forward and touches the sign before patting Mason on the upper arm.

Rage has posed:
"You mean.. seat ourselves .. like... common.. folk?" Andrea asks as she gives a shocked look to Tyler before grinning. She nudges Mason and starts for a table for them to settle into, yawning to herself. "You could always become a magician or something. Do sleight of hand tricks."

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Oh," Mason says, glancing at the sign. "Well, I guess wherever then," he says, picking a table at random. "A magician?" he echoes Andrea. "So you think that a guy who has such amazing dexterity that he could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars doing golf should instead just do kids birthday parties?"

Twitch has posed:
When Andrea smiles at him Tyler suddenly looks much, much happier than he'd been throughout that day. "I could try magic. My manual dexterity is off the charts. I'm not sure I really want to entertain in front of a lot of people like that, though. I'd get jumpy with a lot of flash photography and that sort of thing."

Rage has posed:
"You do know in Vegas, magicians are kinda a big deal and some of the popular ones are escape artists and the such, right?" Andrea groans to Mason as she plucks up a menu to order something to eat. "Why not something like soccer or basketball? At least the uniforms are way cuter."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason shrugs. "Yeah, maybe," he admits to Andrea, picking up the menu. "We'll have to work on this a little. Don't worry Tyler, by the time we're done with lunch, we'll have an idea for a lucrative, cool, and fashionably appropriate career picked out for you."