It's Your Birthday Again!

Now, as much as you didn't really like the idea of being in public with the ponies, you thought that it would be a fun experience for them. The four of you pull into the parking lot and Pin Point and Dark crawl into their backpacks respectively. You and Justin hoist them over your shoulders and enter the main building at the front of the course.

Inside, a bored looking teenage girl is at the front desk wearing a blue uniform and a matching cap. She's sitting in a chair tapping her fingers on the surface of the desk. She tilts her head up and see's the two of you, then immediately perks up at the sight of customers.

"Welcome to Put-tastic Park!" She says with a huge smile on her face. You look more analytically at her and see that she is indeed faking it.

"Thank you." Justin begins. "We need four clubs, two in adult and two in children. And it doesn't matter the color of the balls." He says. You look back to the girl and see her smile has dropped a little and then it hits you. There are no kids with you.

"We're expecting our nephews shortly. We're brothers." You say quickly.

"Oh. Alright. I'll be right back with your things!" She says with the most insincere smile in the world. You think it's either because she hates her job, you two are incredibly ugly, or she thinks she's better than you. You decide to rule out the second guess as 'not in a million years or in any universe would this ever be fact'. A few minutes later, the woman returns with the clubs and golf balls and you take them from her.

"Alright, so four people, one game.... That'll be fifteen dollars and seventy five cents." Justin pulls the money out of his wallet and hands it over to the cashier; but as he does so, his sleeve slides up and reveals his Pinkie Pie themed wrist watch.

"Oh! You're a brony?" She asks. Justin looks confused for a moment, then notices the watch.

"Yeah. I really like the show." He says.

"Oh, dude so do I!" She replies. "I have so many plushies! And I really like your watch. Pinkie Pie is best pony!" She says with much more enthusiasm than before. Justin gets a smug look on his face, then turns to you and winks. You have no idea what he's doing until he takes off his backpack.

"You, know. The child size clubs aren't really for our nephews." The cashier is confused by this statement. "I was wondering, do you have any in door courses?"

"Yeah?"

"Good." Justin sits his bag on the counter. "I would be really appreciative if you could let us play in there, and not let anyone else in until we leave. Would that be okay?" Justin gives the girl huge puppy dog eyes.

"I can't really do that. Why do you ask?" Justin unzips his bag and Dark stick his head out.

"I think he's asking because if anyone sees us, they might freak out." He says with a smile. The cashier takes a step back with her hand over her mouth just staring at Dark. You decide that the cat, or pony rather, is out of the bag and do the same with your backpack.

"Plus, it would be hard to explain away two very noticeable technicolor ponies walking around this place." Pin Point adds. The cashier is speechless. She slowly reaches out a hand and strokes it through Dark's mane.

"Whooaa...." She says. "You're actually the ponies! Like the ponies!" The four of you just smile back to her.

"So, if you wouldn't mind." You remind her.

"Oh! Yeah, go ahead! You can take course three." She hands you the keys to the in door course. "You can use the the thing all day if you want!"

"Thank you." You say. Pin Point and Dark slide back into their bags and you all take yourselves over to the small building and let yourselves inside. The entire place seems to be dark except for the black lights and glow in the dark paint everywhere.

The ponies crawl out of their bags and Justin lays the golfing supplies down on the floor.

"Alright, everyone come take a club." He says as he pulls the technicolor golf balls out of his pocket. "And while you're at it, come grab my balls." The joke gets a fit of extremely loud laughter from Dark. Pin Point just grabs her ball out of his hand in her magic with a quiet 'gross'. You take your ball and then Dark does while giggling. Justin drops his ball down onto the starting pad and preps his swing.

"CHOKE" You cough. Justin taps the ball a bit too hard and sends it flying over the neon perimeter and into the darkness against the wall.

"Dude, fuck you!" He says.

"Alright, that's what? A two stroke penalty?" You say as you write down the number. Justin puts the ball back onto the green and hits it, sinking a hole in one; or a hole in four rather. Pin Point chuckles as she places her ball onto the starting mat. She picks up her club with her magic and takes a swing at the ball. Her neon yellow ball follows along an almost perfect line down to the hole. Once it is mere inches away, it stops before moving again and sinking.

"YES!" Pin Point cheers. She runs over to you just to watch you write down a two next to her score. "Hey! What the hell?!" She shouts.

"Pin Point! I thought you were smarter than that! Your magic is bright when we're in broad daylight. What makes you think I wouldn't see you nudge the ball in when we're in a dark room?" You say. Pin Point looks at you with a confused expression until you nudge her.

"Okay, you got me!" She says.

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"Sir, we're here." The driver of a black car says as he pulls into a familiar parking lot. His very sickly looking passenger nods and steps out of the car. The two approach a small house that the man recalls seeing on one of his monitors.

"Open it." He says. His agent friend lifts up a leg and kicks the door in with one strike before unsheathing a revolver pistol and rushing inside. The man follows moments after and is much slower doing so. He looks around the house at various pictures hung everywhere. A few articles of clothing are laid haphazardly across the floor and look as if someone had either thrown them there or that someone had evaporated into thin air, leaving just the clothes behind.

"Sir, this place is empty." The agent says as he emerges from the bedroom. After a long sigh, the man turns and heads back towards the door.

"Leave something for our friends." He says. "Just in case they come back." The agent stops briefly and places a small silver ball on the top of a coffee table towards the middle of the room. The orb blinks once then lets off a soft beep. The two leave the house and shut the door. The agent uses a special tool to push the door frame back into place, then locks the door.

The man and his agent assistant reenter the car and get themselves fastened in.

"Where to, sir?" The agent asks.

"We follow them." He replies. "We follow them across the globe if we have to."