Xavier stepped onto the fairway with a bounce in his step while looking around at the plethora of people milling about to the various attractions and booths. None of the patrons seemed to mind that the stands were run by ghosts. The male smoothed out his bright orange Volunteers t-shirt and let out a sigh, "Who's scared of a ghost? Not me. I coulda been ghostbuster if I wasn't already a football star." A knowing smile crept onto his lips as he made his way up toward the first refreshment booth that he saw.<br/><br/>"Let's see... I'll have a vanilla Dr. Pepper and a chili-cheese dog," he said aloud to what appeared to be an empty stand. As if like magic, both his beverage and dog landed directly in front of him on the counter. "Frosted mug?" the male added in a curious tone just to see if the container could be produced. Wide eyes watched as the soda was moved from the paper cup into a newly summoned mug. "Very nice, a guy could get used to this kind of pampering."<br/><br/>With drink and food in hand, the young made his way down the fairway in hopes of finding a game that seemed to be of his nature. Not that there was a game he didn't think he could win! And there it was, a "Toss the Football into the Hole" game. Victory was certainly at hand. With a practiced strut, the cowboy boot wearing male ambled up to the game and merely told the air, "Hold these," before letting go of his refreshments to watch them hover in the air. A ball dropped into his hand before it was sent through the air in a perfect spiral and into the goal. "Now if I can just get some arm candy for a prize, I'll be set for the evening."