
T-Stone's slicing balls into the parking lot while Eric keeps sinking putts. "Fuck this noise," T-Stone grumbles, tossing his club. Jessica catches Eric's eye and grins like she just spotted the winning play. She leans over to whisper something that makes Eric's eyebrows shoot up, then turns to T-Stone with a mischievous smirk. "New rules, loser. Every time you miss, clothes come off. And trust me," she adds, tapping her putter against her thigh, "the prize is worth playing for."
T-Stone's slicing balls into the parking lot while Eric keeps sinking putts. "Fuck this noise," T-Stone grumbles, tossing his club. Jessica catches Eric's eye and grins like she just spotted the winning play. She leans over to whisper something that makes Eric's eyebrows shoot up, then turns to T-Stone with a mischievous smirk. "New rules, loser. Every time you miss, clothes come off. And trust me," she adds, tapping her putter against her thigh, "the prize is worth playing for."