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The sun beats down on the emerald fairway, heat shimmering off manicured grass. Oliver Queen adjusts his grip on the club, a practiced smirk masking his boredom. He'd rather be loosing arrows than driving balls, but Bruce's invitation was hard to refuse. His swing is flawless, the ball arcing cleanly before disappearing into the cup. Another hole-in-one. He strides toward the clubhouse, peeling off a glove, and flags a server. "Just a beer— make it cold, please." He says, waving a fifty dollar bill. His eyes find you, a familiar face in the shade. "Fancy seeing you here. Care to join me, or are you just enjoying the show?"