Right so, the characters aren't mine, but the idea is.
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"Oh come on Rodney. It's not that hard."
"Sheppard. Some of us actually have work to do."
"Yeah, yeah," the Colonel replied as he picked up two golf clubs and passed one to the astrophysicist. "Look, you agreed to this."
"By personal threat," he replied, snatching the offered item away from the other man. "How long am I going to be doing this again?"
Sheppard rolled his eyes and set up the first golf ball for himself. Rodney and he had had a bet; whoever could last the longest without eating desserts, would come up with an activity the other person had to endure for a whole hour.
Rodney had lost and that had led to Sheppard dishing out a suitable activity. Of course, his initial idea was to watch a whole game of football with the man, knowing how much he hated the sport. But when the astrophysicist wouldn't stop whining he had changed his mind knowing that this would be torture compared to the football game.
"An hour Rodney," he eyed up where, roughly, he was going to hit the ball to. "Suck it up." Sheppard brought his arm back and swung. For a few seconds both men watched the top of the ocean, waiting for a splash.
They saw it and Rodney actually looked surprised. "Huh, that's…not bad."
At the comment John turned to look at him blankly, "Let's see you do better then."
McKay huffed at that and set up his own ball, just placing it on the mat of green artificial grass. "Okay." He did the same as John, eyed up his ball and looked out to the gently sloshing waves. Looking back down at the ball he lifted the club and swung.
He'd missed the ball by miles.
"Erm," he stammered, turning to look at the grief stricken Colonel. He could see the anger slowly filtering through. "I'm sorry."
John turned his gaze back to the man, his eyes lit with a rage that Rodney had rarely seen from him. "Go. Now," he pointed to the door that led away from the balcony. The astrophysicist didn't waste anytime in retreating as John's cold gaze turned back to the ocean.
He'd missed the ball by miles.
He'd accidentally let go of the club sending that into the water instead.