I've never seen it, but this came from the scene that showed Nick 
putting in his pj's.  :-)


Lie & Tiger & Vampires, Oh My!
a Forever Knight story
by Sue O'Reilly  (soreilly@hotmail.com)

<car engine stops>  <doors slam>  <very large trunk pops open>

"Danny, these are your golf clubs.  I bought shorter ones for--What are 
you laughing at?"

"I didn't get the full effect of that outfit in the Caddy.  Looks great, 
Nick."

"It's golf clothes.  Millions of people wear them."

"Good thing none of them are here tonight.  I wouldn't be caught dead 
with you in a crowd."

"Your loyalty is stunning."

"All you need is a cane and a MedicAlert bracelet."

"Very funny.  I don't have to teach you to play, you know."

"Fine by me.  It was your idea, remember?"

<sigh>  "Just pick up the clubs.  The first tee is over here."

"Party on, Wayne."

<footsteps>

"Now try for par on this hole.  Maybe you'll score a birdie if you 
concentrate, all right?"

"Okay, Nick."

<THWAP>  <squawk>  <thud>

"Danny!  You--you just killed that pigeon!"

"You told me to!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!  You said to try for a bird!"

"I...you...that isn't what I meant!  A birdie is when you hit one stroke 
under par.  Weren't you listening when I explained scoring in the car?"

"Was that before or after you ran through the entire history of the PGA?  
You talked for a long time, man."

<deep breath>  "Fine.  Do you understand it *now*?"

"Yeah.  Jeez, you don't have to get snappy about it."

"Snappish."

"What?"

"Not--oh, never mind.  Try again.  Without hitting any more pigeons, 
please?"

"Okay."

<THWAP>  <distant thud>

"Hey, I made it on the green!  Check it out, Nick!"

"Uh...yes...but Danny, that's the green for the next hole.  We're 
shooting for that one."

"Where?  That thing?  That's crazy!  I could throw the ball up there!"

"These courses weren't designed for vampires!  It's part of the 
challenge.  You have to rein your stroke in."

<mumble>

"What?"

"Not very challenging."

"Really?  Try it, then."

<THWAP>  <ting>  <rattle>

"Hey Nick, pick up your jaw."

<silence>

"What did I say before?  Oh, yeah.  Not very challenging?"

"I can't believe it...you got a hole in one!  You've played this 
before!"

"Nope."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Go a few periods of roller hockey with the guys from the Raven.  It's a 
lot harder to score when you're getting beaten up.  Nobody's trying to 
crosscheck me out here."

<mutter>

"What?"

"I said, we're going to have to do something about the company you 
keep."

"Sure.  Let's raid a retirement home, get some more guys who dress like 
you."

<groan>

"Nick, I sense some insecurity about your appearance."

"Since you obviously don't want to be here, why don't you wait in the 
car?"

"Heck no, I'm just getting the hang of it.  Your turn."

<sigh>

<THWAP>  <thud>  <splash>

"That was your mulligan, eh?  Nice waves, by the way."

"Mulligan?  I thought you weren't listening to the rules!"

"Who, me?  I always listen to my big brother."

<growl>  <footsteps>  <SPLASH>  <swish>  <thud>

"Look a little damp there, Detective Knight."

<silence>

"You give a whole new meaning to 'Play the ball where it lies.'"

"Be quiet!"

"Do you think Tiger Woods' dad said that to him during lessons?"

"Good idea.  I should have let LaCroix take you golfing."

"I always thought there was a seventy-year-old retired Floridian inside 
him, just waiting to come out.  Maybe you could lend him your clothes?"

<snarl>  <footsteps>

"Nick, where you going?"

<footsteps>

"Hey, Nick?"

<car engine starts>  <tires squeal>  <fading engine>

<wristwatch timer beeps>  <cellphone beeps>

"Fifty bucks, Vachon, pay up.  It didn't even take me half an hour."

END


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