Heaven Knows [Adam Kaiser & Colt Jackson]

[Scott McCall]

The Chimera Golf Club was the only place in town where a man could tee off in peace. Scott found it was the only real place he could get away from the office, his son and the general chaos of his life. As much as he loved being a family man and a mayor, sometimes Scott just wanted to be Scott. Even if joining the club all those years ago had been Elle's idea, Scott found he enjoyed it.

He was pretty good golfer, having honed his game by playing with so many politicians and bigwigs over the years. Today was no different. Colt Jackson, owner of High Noon, and Adam Kaiser, the Chief of the LVPD, were with him, unburdened by the public eye. Sure his relationship with the pair had started on a more 'business' level, all of them having to attend the same high society Vegas events. But Scott believed they'd all grown beyond the formal gatherings and handshakes. They all loved and cared about the city as he did. If they weren't friends already because of that, Scott believed that they should be.

The club was beautiful, the 9th whole where they were in particular. Beyond the lush, rolling green landscape filled with small water hazards and sand traps, it bluntly cut to the blistering desert. Two separate worlds with one very distinct line. Before each time he teed off, Scott found something new to comment on. The grass. The distant smell of sand. The breeze. The birds. How funny that squirrel on the 8th hole was when it sat on the hole and the caddies unsuccessfully tried to shoo it.

Scott had just finished telling the story again as he evaluated his clubs to see which one would be best for the shot. He pulled out a 5-iron and stood next to the ball. Looking at the fairway. Back to the ball. Fairway. Ball. Scott pulled back the club and swung, managing to hit the ball far down the fairway. It rolled into the semi-rough, but the grin on Scott's lips suggested he wasn't bothered in the least.

He breathed in the hot desert air and simply enjoyed the moment, before returning his club to his caddie.

"How do you suppose they get so many trees to grow in a line like that?" Scott wondered to his comrades, motioning at the tall trees that lined the edges of the course. "I mean, we could be standing in the desert and in this oasis at the same time!" His eyes were bright with wonder, curious if his two friends had the answer.

They were already like the Three Stooges already! Except, Scott reasoned, no one had to be Fake Shemp.

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[Adam Kaiser & Colt Jackson Hope this works! Wearing the above with some khakis!]

[Adam Kaiser]

we are the keepers of their destiny

Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings?

TAG: Scott McCall Colt Jackson.  NOTES: Exciting!!

He felt fooled. Some time had passed since that frightful night, but the king of corruption did not take kindly to being the victim. Adam was the one who called the shots and if he didn't- he did by the end of the night. Someone had completely pulled the wool over his eyes and called their own shots to leave him out in the middle of the desert like an abandoned newborn. He felt vulnerable for the first time since he had first stepped foot into New York City so many years ago. Adam Kaiser was not vulnerable. He was untouchable. And someone had touched him without him even having a single remnant of a memory of what even happened.

People like Adam always believe themselves to uphold some sense of honor. Little do they know, that they are actually the nastiest of instigators and the most dishonorable of anyone. So, as you can imagine, Adam felt as though his 'honor' had been stomped on and he wanted to find the rat responsible. When the lights went off and he awoke in the middle of the desert- which was always eerily freezing at night mind you- to find a team of officers pulling him from the sand he was utterly humiliated. After what seemed like endless investigations and questioning of the other victims, his vice advised the Chief to put off the search. That's when he began to wonder if the culprit was even human.

It was silly conspiracy, however, and all he could do was try to live past it. Even with his lovely Zelda constantly on alert and that meant his moment of weakness had affected his wife. Which meant he would have to come down upon the underworld of the city much more ruthlessly. Chief Kaiser of the LVPD was not someone to be taken lightly and he wanted to give off that message. Almost desperately. Though, as always, he carried out his under the table dealings so flawlessly sneaky that he now even had the Mayor of Vegas in arms reach. 

Adam did not particularly care for golf, but many of the higher powers of Sin City found it to be a nice social sport. Social gatherings as such did not interest him, but he was the master of deception. He had to admit, it was a strangely relaxing environment. That is why he had agreed to come out to Chimera on this hot and sunny afternoon with Mayor Scott McCall and casino owner Colt Jackson. While Jackson was intelligent and just as kind as their Mayor friend, the Chief didn't trust him. He could practically smell the suspicion every time they were in one another's presence. A man like that was a threat, but he tolerated him and deluded the Mayor that he considered Colt a friend. It did not take long for him to pick up on Scott's somewhat child like mentality. Through luxurious social gatherings and inquiries of business, Adam had utilized his charm to finally become a close friend of the Mayor's. He was a kind man, though very naive. As time kept on, he was utterly fascinated by everything- even the wind- and told the two gentleman the story of the squirrel for a second time. This why Vegas' Mayor was the perfect route to send him and the LVPD in the right 'direction'.

When Scott had finished his play, he returned to the caddy with his clubs. Adam stood patiently with his own club and golf ball in the other hand, listening contently and avoiding Mr. Jackson's eye contact (though subtly). "How do you suppose they get so many trees to grow in a line like that? I mean, we could be standing in the desert and in this oasis at the same time!"
McCall beamed almost childishly. He would indulge him.

"Palm trees thrive in hot climates, my friend," he replied, stepping up to the tee and placing his ball upon it. Before continuing, he readied himself for a swing. "And they require much work to plant them. I imagine they were staked in certain positions for some time to make them so uniformed." Adam paused, pulled back his club, and hit the ball down the fairway. No victory, but he did not care. His mind was focused on bigger things.  He turned back to face Colt and Scott with a small smile.

"Seeing as the desert is far from tropical, you could say we are indeed standing in an oasis, no?"

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[Colt Jackson]

it's what we aim for. TAG: Scott McCall + Adam Kaiser WORDS: w/e OUTFIT: golfing attire??? NOTES: eeee love this thanks so much for starting!

I t had been doctor's orders that Colt got out and picked up a hobby that would help lower his blood pressure. Work was literally becoming the death of him and there were some concerns that the owner of High Noon would suffer from a heart attack before he made it to his next birthday. Golf had been known as a relaxing sport and the Chimera was well known for one of the most beautiful places you could encounter in the desert, which was true, considering it was nothing like the desert at all. But of course, like any of Colt's past hobbies, he lost interest fairly quickly. Colt had bought himself a membership at the club, but made a list of excuses as to why he could never attend. Perhaps it had been his guilt pressing down on his head these days. Here he was, spending money on a membership that he never used, lying to his doctor and Helena whenever they pressed him about the issue regarding his health and how he was handling his stress. Sure enough when Scott called, Colt uncharacterically jumped on the opportunity to go golfing. He might as well make some use of that membership. The idea was nice, but the reality was far from the picture in his head. For one thing, Scott had also invited Chief Kaiser, a charming fellow who had a few good jokes, but was not someone Colt was fond of. He rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe it was because Colt didn't believe there was room on this golf course for two snarky, sarcastic bastards, or maybe because Adam gave Colt a bad vibe about him, something that made it difficult for Colt to believe anything he said. Who knew. He preferred to let it past and try not to speak to Kaiser at all if not, very little. It didn't seem as though Scott noticed anyways, he was too busy pointing out the obvious things surrounding them. The grass, the sun, the sky. Yes, yes, Colt wanted to urgently say to Scott, those are nice things, now would you just shoot the damn ball already? Colt pinched the bridge of his nose as Scott questioned the alignment of the trees. "Oh geez..." He muttered under his breath, rolling his head back to hear a satisfying crack in his neck. Luckily, Adam was patient enough to answer Scott, humoring him while Colt watched the two of them swing, taking mental notes to himself about their methods. Whoever said golfing was therapeutic was full of shit. Maybe if you were good at it, but Colt was terrible and was placed in dead last between the two. He knew this was just a friendly game between the men, but he couldn't help but feel inferior between the two and was growing more frustrated with the game every time he landed himself in a sand dune. His anger was being taken out on Scott, unfortunately. Colt actually liked Scott, he enjoyed his company and his happy-go-lucky attitude which once used to drive him crazy. He was simple and easy to get along with, the opposite of Colt. And honestly, most people didn't put up with Colt the way Scott did. Including his thinning patience and his sulking. "As much as talking about foliage gets my heart pumping, do you think we could change the topic?" Colt suggested as he stepped up, club in hand. While he was setting up his swing and gazed into the distance at the hole, he said: "Scott, how's the boy doing?" There was hesitation in his speech. Shit. What was Scott's kid's name again? Was it Brad? Brett? No wait, wasn't that his assistant's name? Ah, shit. Hopefully Scott knew who he was talking about and wouldn't ask Colt to be specific, otherwise he was screwed. It wasn't that he didn't care. He did want to know about Scott's life and what fatherhood was like, considering he had little experience in it, but his mind was just always elsewhere when he needed to be learning about people's names and important dates and information on them. Colt swung and connected his club to the ball and watched it go whizzing in the air. As it landed in the green, it bounced and traveled across the field, getting further and further away from it's intended place. Colt cursed under his breath with every bounce. Fuck. Piece of shit. Stupid club. Stupid ball. Stupid fucking trees. All of it was at fault of course, not Colt's lack of skills. Finally it halted, far from Adam's ball, Scott's ball and the hole itself. "Today is just not my day..." He sighed. Or any day.

[Scott McCall]

If there was one thing Scott had plenty of, it was friends. He knew just about all the movers and shakers of Las Vegas and it certainly showed with his present company. Adam was always so calm and collected, while Colt looked like he was on pins and needles half the time. It took Scott to bring them both together, and maybe they were better off for it. They seemed to even each other out in terms of temperament.

Scott watched Adam's ball from the tee to its final resting place on the green. The man sure knew a lot about trees and planting them, which Scott found quite helpful to the conversation. He wondered if Adam had ever planted any himself. It sounded like making them so uniform would take a lot of talent and a keen eye.

"That's a great way to put it, Adam!" Scott nodded. It was truly an oasis when he stopped and thought about. Like in the old tales of the Middle East. Though he didn't think Adam had been there. Scott wondered if they had golf courses in the middle of the desert as well.

Before Scott could ask, Colt wanted to change the subject. Scott grinned and stepped back allowing Colt some room to take his turn.

"Oh Al's doing just swell. We just bought a goldfish. I wanted to name it Flash Gordon or Steve Rogers or something, but he insisted on Rosebud. He's been going through a 'Citizen Kane' phase since my parents took him to the movies." Scott chuckled. He didn't think Albert knew anymore about the movie than Scott did, but the word 'Rosebud' sure did stick with him. "You should come by and see him sometime. The kid I mean, unless you'd rather see the fish. It is a beaut."

After Colt took his shot and it landed far from both his and Adam's, Scott smiled sympathetically and patted Colt's shoulder.

"Next time Colt," he encouraged, as they all started heading toward Colt's ball. Furthest from the hole was always next, which meant Colt would be up again. Another chance to get closer.

"The key is to empty your head. Just don't think about anything. Well except breathing... and to hit the ball. Isn't that right, Adam?" Scott looked to the chief of police. He was a good golfer as well; surely he had some tips.

"How's Zelda by the way?" There was still a pang of hurt on the subject, knowing that Elle wouldn't be there for anymore events or dinner parties with the Kaisers, but Zelda was a stand up gal. Scott couldn't just pretend she didn't exist.

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[Adam Kaiser & Colt Jackson Hope this works! Wearing the above with some khakis!]

[Adam Kaiser]

we are the keepers of their destiny

Is it any wonder why princes and kings are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings?

TAG: Scott McCall Colt Jackson. NOTES:

"That's a great way to put it, Adam!"
Of course it was, he knew what he was talking about. He gave the gentlemen another brief smile, then bringing his club up and half over his shoulder. 

"As much as talking about foliage gets my heart pumping, do you think we could change the topic?"


He heard the casino owner's voice peak behind him. It sounded almost as though he spoke in a dreary tone. Mr. Jackson did seem rather out of his usual mindset, which could work out in Adam's favor for the rest of the afternoon. For now, he nodded at the man respectfully.

"I don't see why not." 
"Scott, how's the boy doing?"

Ah, yes. The Mayor was a father and a window, he forgot so at times. Adam was not fond of children. You had to do everything for them up until they reached a certain point of adolescents and even then they were still incompetent up until adulthood. The idea of having one of his own never was an appealing thought. Perhaps he wished to the world a favor. What if his child ended up as rotten as he? At least the Chief held enough morality to not bare any desire to bring another him into the world. He was also ruthless enough to think another him would only be more competition, not a legacy. That's why Zelda's sudden obsession with starting a family put him on edge instead of cloud nine.

"Oh Al's doing just swell. We just bought a goldfish. I wanted to name it Flash Gordon or Steve Rogers or something, but he insisted on Rosebud. He's been going through a 'Citizen Kane' phase since my parents took him to the movies. You should come by and see him sometime. The kid I mean, unless you'd rather see the fish. It is a beaut."

And that was also why somewhere deep down he felt sorry for Mr. Scott McCall. He truly cared for his son and could easily tell at times that the man found it a struggle to move on from his deceased wife. Adam respected him in this aspect. In the way that he could tell innocent stories about a gold fish. He didn't watch many movies, so he had no idea what Citizen Kane was, but he could still indulge. 

"Surely it would be a pleasure to see both Albert and your new friend, Rosebud," Adam replied with a smirk, as he watched Colt take his shot. He had missed by a long shot and his ball ripped through the air farther than he and Scott's. As the mayor gave his friend reassuring golfing advice, his mind uncharacteristically wondered suddenly to his wife.

"The key is to empty your head. Just don't think about anything. Well except breathing... and to hit the ball. Isn't that right, Adam?"

He snapped out of it in an instant and drew his attention to Scott. The man sure enjoyed hearing his input. "Yes, it helps not to focus on the possibility of missing your shot. Everyone's strategy is different, of course." The Chief looked between the two gentlemen before deciding to return to the caddy. He hadn't even made it two steps before Scott spoke to him again, stopping him in his tracks. "How's Zelda by the way?"

Considering he had just very briefly day dreamed about her, Adam tried to brush off the coincidence. It was nice that he would ask, but he couldn't give away that he hadn't been spending as much time with his wife as of late. Especially not when Scott was still pained by the passing of his own. "Oh, she is just fine," he said, finally returning to the caddy to place his club in his gold bag. "My dear Zelda has been very productive these days. You know she has always been involved in charity work around the city for years now, but she has taken an interest in painting. And book clubs."

He smiled softly as his tone began to take on more admiration as he spoke of her. The Chief turned back to the two fellow gentlemen. "She has been very eager for us all to get together and have coffee, again. You are more than welcome, Mr. Jackson. My wife is a friendly one." Whether or not the man found the idea appealing was up to him. But he couldn't exclude the invitation only to Scott when the three of them were supposed to be the best of friends.

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