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A frustrated Brimstone sat alone in his office. Frantically typing through emails to his higher ups. The headache that came with these quarterly reports wouldn’t leave the front of his mind for another two weeks.
A knock on his door pulled his attention away from his computer. He looked up to see his favorite of “your kids” as his wife put it.
Sova leaned against the doorway. “It’s getting late sir, you should start packing up soon would you not?”
“Can’t go home, Olive is having their bachelor party. They’re doing a cooking thing and they’re convinced I’ll burn down the house…”
“Well it is Friday night in summer, you should take a break from work sir, come to the park with me, I was gonna go play a round of frisbee golf, but my group bailed on me, would you care to come?”
Brimstone slammed his laptop closed. “It would be nice to stretch my legs, I feel cooped up in this office all day.” Brimstone makes a mental note that he’s been stuck in the office for two weeks now.
“We can take my jeep. I need to change out of my combat gear, then we can leave.”
“Alright, I’ll pack up and get my stuff in my car, do you mind if we drop my truck off at my house before we go?”
“Of course, whatever works sir.” Sova said before departing.
Brimstone packed up, before making his way to his truck, driving home. He knew Sova would follow him home.
As he pulls in Brimstone’s youngest daughter Georgia rushes out of the house. “No sir, no dads allowed.”
“I’m just dropping off the truck. Me and a friend from work are going to go play frisbee or golf or something. No need to worry about me burning the place down.”
Georgia quickly paces over, wrapping him up in a hug. “Be safe, don’t follow anyone into a dark alleyway.”
Brimstone laughed. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
The pair hadn’t noticed the congregation on the porch. Olive the one getting married next weekend, some of their friends, two other of his daughters Vermillion and Celica, their son Micah and his Wife Lorraine were on the porch.
Lorraine whistles. “You best be on your best behavior old man.”
“Of course, young lady.” He said, tipping his beret.
Sova’s jeep pulled up behind Brimstone. Without getting out they waved to everyone.
“Come on now Sova, if you're gonna steal my husband for the evening you can at least come give me a hug.” Lorraine called out, with a bit of her southern drawl sinking in.
They got out to go give Lorraine a hug. “It is always a pleasure to see you Lorraine. Good luck with the party.” Sova handed a small gift box to Olive. “For you and the misses.”
“Thanks” Olive leaned in to hug Sova, also whispering in their long ear. “Thanks for getting dad out of the house.”
“It would be such a shame for such a pretty house to burn down.” They whispered back before turning back towards the Jeep.
As Sova walkes Their tank top had their feathery arms, and the breadth of their back muscles on full display, and the crowd seemed to hoop and holler from the porch, putting a grin on Sova’s face. “Shall we leave sir?”
“Yeah, you all be good for your mother now, you hear?” Brimstone said as he walked to the jeep.
The park was about a ten minute drive for Sova’s jeep. He already knew the quickest way to navigate the backroads to arrive at their destination.
Sova found a parking spot and as they got out they asked Brimstone. “Alright sir, have you ever played frisbee golf before?”
“Umm…no. And please don’t call me sir outside of work like that. My joints make me feel old enough.” Brimstone said as he was stretching outside of the vehicle.
Sova rummages around the back of their jeep looking for their favorite disks. “Okay, Can do sir. Sorry sir. I mean Brimstone.”
“It’s all good, Sova, don’t stress if it's a verbal tic. So we’re throwing frisbees.”
“Yes, there will be a goal location. We're gonna throw our discs as far as we can, slowly trying to get it in the various holes around the course. Make sense?”
Brimstone finished stretching. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”
“Start in this box.” Sova readied themself disc in hand, before launching it down the field before him. ”Like that, throw it as far as you can towards the goal.”
Sova’s disc threw it and it glided through the air. Gracefully landing about ten meters from the goal.
The pair walked back down the field to the discus, sova picked it up, and carefully threw it into the goal.”Just like that, okay it’s your turn.”
Walking back before stepping into the box. “Okay, here goes.” Brimstone lined up his throw, and tried to throw it as hard as he could.
The frisbee flies, easily being taken by the wind, shifting of course, before flattening back out. It carefully flies right into a semi open trash can.
Sova was dumbfounded. “Oh my… Brimstone… I didn’t realize you don’t know how to throw a frisbee.”
“I just threw it like I throw my combat stim.”
“Well, don’t throw it like that… watch me.” Sova demonstrated how to tuck your fingers under the frisbee. “That one was one of my favorites, I’ll have to go fish it out when we’re done.”
“Sorry about that.”
“All good, I’ll get you something heavier, but please don't throw it into the trash can.” Sova held out another frisbee.
“Got it.” Brimstone took it, and lines up to throw once more. This time, trying to hold back his throw.
The disc this time was heavier, one of the heaviest Sova had, and it definitely didn't go as far, but his attempt at holding back threw it off its flight path. As it flew it began to fly directly into a dense, woody tree on the edge of the course. Getting caught high in its branches.
Sova stared up in the tree. “Sir, we have to retrieve that one as well. Okay, this time please don’t get it stuck…and get it closer to the goal please.”
“sorry about getting them stuck, I’ll give it a shot.”
The small disk kept going, flying through the sky, well past the goal, slowly floating to the air where it got hard to see, but it was barely still in view, they were able to see it dip into the lake about fifteen meters past the other side of the field.
Sova’s jaw hung open for a moment. “Maybe we should go do something else.”
“Wanna go get a beer?” Brimstone asked looking back at the jeep.
“After we get my frisbees back. You go dig the one out the trash, I’ll head for the tree.”
Brimstone quickly headed for the trash can. After passing two different sticky bottles of sports drinks he found the frisbee with little to no hassle.
Brimstone came to the tree that he was surprised how quickly Sova had climbed, but not high enough to reach the frisbee. “You know sir, I think this has to be the least amount of time I’ve spent playing frisbee golf while playing frisbee golf.”
“Well, consider it a gift for being terrible at this sort of thing, orbital strikes don’t need that much precision.”
Sova reached the frisbee before carefully jumping from the tree and gliding down on his wings. “Let’s hope that frisbee floats, sir.”
“Yeah, I didn’t bring the gear for swimming, you on the other hand, wouldonly add weight in your feathers.” Brimstone's sly smile implied more.
Sova was confused and chose to let an awkward silence bloom than salvage his poor joke.
Luckily for the pair the frisbee not only floated but had bobbed it’s way to their shore. Making its retrieval easy.
As the pair worked their way back to the keep, “sir, if I ever invite you out again, if you’re gonna suck, just ask me to grab a beer instead.”
“That I can do.”