Romeo

Zach can't help another laugh as a little more color comes to his face. Maybe he should pick the place after all. He's about to comment when Beth's explanation sets him back a little.

"Really?" He spoke before he thought. "You've never been on a date? Someone as pretty and fun as you?" He really was very surprised. A new smile spreads on his face. "Then I guess I'm doubly honored that you said yes. For that, I'll certainly pick the place." 

A slight gust of wind stirs the air around them and Zach reaches over slowly to brush aside a wisp of Beth's hair from her face. His grin only widens. "Next week then. Will you let me pick you up?" 

Eric quirks an eyebrow, unsure about Stacy's statement. Stepping up to take his turn, it takes him three tries. Bending to pick up the ball, he grimaces. "Correction... we don't stand a chance." 

It was all in good fun though, and that's exactly how the evening was - fun. Dylan and Ashlee stayed in the lead by a good margin... not surprisingly after Dylan pulls off several more hole-in-ones, proving his first try had not been a fluke. Eric had a ball being on Stacy's "team" though, enjoying the evening like he hadn't in years. Seeing Ashlee having such a good time was icing on the cake, and seeing Dylan having a good time was also pleasing...

"...You've got to be kidding." Eric stares at the next little course and shakes his head. 

Dylan's jaw tightens, keeping him from laughing. He follows Eric's gaze to the heart-shaped tunnel with a cute little sign that read "tunnel of love." A water trap ran the length of the tunnel as well, with the hole barely visible on the other side. Dylan pats Eric's arm. "You're up, Romeo." 

"Ro...." Eric shoots Dylan a withering look while his face gains a bit of heat. "Why you..."

Dylan holds up his club in defense. "Hey now, play nice. It's your turn to go first. Unless you're chicken."

"Chicken? Never!" Eric sets his ball down, unable to even look at Stacy at this point. Aiming for what seemed an eternity, he gives the ball a whack...harder than intended. It jumps into the air, hits the tunnel rim and comes flying right back again - right towards Dylan. 

Ducking quickly, Dylan's head is missed by inches. Giving Eric a wide-eyed look, he points his club at him. "You did that on purpose." 

"I did not!" Eric chokes on a laugh. "I ain't good enough to do that on purpose, you know that!" 

Dylan advances with his club. Eric backs up and slips back around behind Stacy to use her as a shield, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Help me. You're the cop around here." 

Jared does his best to do what Grace says, trying to bring himself out of his panic attack. It had been so sudden and caught him so much by surprise. Leaning back and closing his eyes, he tries to imagine what she was telling him. A soft blanket was his pick. Something warm... fuzzy... comforting... 

He nods a little to let her know he was listening to her and he takes several deep breaths. Slowly, slowly his hands begin to relax. Her touch was so soft... gentle. Her fingers running over his skin gave him the same feeling as the thought of that blanket. 

"I'm... I'm okay," he breathes. "It was just... a shock." The accident was the last thing he thought he'd remember, let alone how it had felt. 

As his hand relaxes even more, the muscles finally loosen up enough to move them again and he's able to let go of the blanket. Grace's touch seemed so lulling and comforting. His hand instinctively turns, his fingers curling gently around hers. 

Realizing what he was doing, Jared's eyes open and he withdraws quickly. "Th...thank you, Grace. "I think I'm okay now." 

Con grins a little and nods at Trey. "Yeah, it's fine with me. I'm staying in to work over lunch tomorrow anyway and if Jamie wants to drag me somewhere, I'll make her drive us in her car." 

"Oh, Conrad," Cindy chides. "Drag you? As if she'd need to do any such thing."

Con laughs. "Okay, so I'd follow her anywhere."

"Besides that, I think it would be rather hard to drag someone like you." Cindy laughs too and shakes her head. Looking back to Trey, she gives him another smile. "We'll meet at Mom and Pop's at noon then." 

Carson drops his gaze to the counter, a little grin quirking the corner of his mouth. "Aw, I'm not so special Katie..." He glances back up at her. "But thanks. You're not so bad yourself." 

He reaches out to brush her cheek playfully with his finger. "You're welcome to vent anytime you want... as long as I can do the same to you sometime."