After making his way through the VIP entrance, Jason was guided through the arena’s grounds and out to the court.
When he checked in, he had been told that there was a wait-in service for the courtside section and they could order food all while never having to leave their seats
However, Jason was a little hungry and didn’t want to wait until he reached his seat before having soone bring him food.
He also wasn’t about to download the Bucks app just so that he could order so food at an arena he might not visit other than today.
Instead, he branched at the exclusive restaurant and bought a lemon li burst craft soda. He would order food later.
He didn’t want to carry food all the way to his courtside seat either, he just needed sothing to stave off his hunger for the ti being.
Finally making it into the arena with the seats around the court rapidly filling up, Jason walked up to a staff mber for directions.
The staff took one look at Jason’s ticket and gave him directions to where his seat would be and Jason walked along, a craft soda in one hand and his ticket in the other, looking for seat number 7.
However, when he finally found seat number 7, he stopped in his tracks and cursed out in a loud whisper.
"Fucking Shaq,"
"Michael fu*king Dapah," he cursed and would have face pald if his hands weren’t busy.
"I shoulda known, I shoulda fu*king known this deal was too good to be true," he muttered with a wry smile as he shoved his ticket inside a pocket and took out his phone, instantly dialing Big Shaq.
The phone rang twice before a click was heard on the other end,
"Hello?" Shaq’s calm voice ca through the phone.
"Swear you didn’t know the seating arrangents of these courtside seats," Jason said imdiately.
"What? Huh? It’s loud on your end, I can’t hear you. Where you at?" Shaq said, raising his voice.
"Where am I at? Ni**a, you was the one who gave the damn tickets to an NBA ga!" Jason replied in hushed, harsh whispers, just barely rembering not to shout.
"Oh, you’re at the ga? Wish I coulda gone. Hey man, you ain’t gonna thank a brother for setting you up real nice eh?" Sohow this ti, Shaq could hear Jason.
"Setting up?"
"You were setting yourself up and I am the lucky one who has to deal with the aftermath of your plot,"
"Were you being for real man?"
"A seat between gan the stallion, Iggy Azaela and Marsai Martin?"
"I’m looking around but ain’t nobody on these court taking more shots than you are," Jason almost laughed when he voiced the situation into words.
"You shoulda just told , I’d have sold the goddamn ticket myself," he added. He didn’t need to watch a basketball ga that much.
The resale value of this ticket might even go up to a hundred thousand dollars.
Even then, not many people would sell the ticket and pass up the chance to be seated among these three won if they ever had the chance.
Jason didn’t have that problem, but it was too late now.
"Hey, a man’s gotta try right? Anyway, you’re in my seat now, you take this ti to play with the big girls before the season begins again,"
"Your movents have been a little stiff lately, you need to loosen up your groin and waist muscles," Shaq said sneakily and Jason could picture the horrible grin the guy would have on his face as he said that.
"Fu*k you man, you know I can’t be doing that bruh," Jason laughed.
"But it’s gan the stallion broooo, gannnn, you seen the kinda ass she got on her,"
"And Iggy bro, you know I’d just drown in that white chocolate,"
"And Marsai-" Shaq began but Jason stopped him right there.
"Hey hey hey hey, she underage bro, whatchu you even saying?" Jason cut him off.
"She turn 18 in August, she already there gang. Who’s counting anyway?" Shaq scoffed.
"The press, The FBI agent listening to this call," Jason listed off.
"Hey FBI agent, I don’t an nothing by that. We just playing for real," Shaq said in a mock serious tone that had Jason laughing instantly.
"Anyway, Marsai’s off the table, but the other two are fair ga," Shaq continued.
"Bro I’m only going to be here one night," Jason said like that was supposed to an sothing and Shaq called him out imdiately.
"Like that’s supposed to stop a nigga with a face like yours. Even if you don’t want Marsai, as soon as Marsai see you, she want you," Shaq rolled his eyes at Jason.
"... Good point, but not the one we need right now," Jason giggled at the thought.
"Anyway you do you man. Crack if you wanna crack, or you can go back to your boring hotel for a night alone with your lotion and the hub,"
"It’s a good opportunity for a night you’ll never forget. Hell you can brag about this to your kids, that’s all I’m saying gang, that’s all I’m saying," Shaq said like he was on the higher moral ground.
"Man fuck you,"
"I don’t do none of that lotion stuff. I can easily get soone to suck my di*k anyti I need it. Not that I do," slightly annoyed by the lotion part of Shaq’s words, Jason said sothing he normally wouldn’t.
"Now imagine if that was gan or Iggy, or... hm hmmm, you know what I’m talking bout’," Shaq said sneakily, fully taking on the role of the devil’s whisper in Jason’s ears.
"Man focus on your business," Jason rolled his eyes and ended the call with a click before Shaq got any more words in.
"Why did I even call that nigga,"
"Like that was supposed to change anything," Jason laughed to himself, already regretting his decision to call Michael, however if he was put in the sa situation again, he would definitely call the culprit behind the scenario.
After all, looking at the empty seat between gan the stallion and Iggy Azaela with his seat number on it and Marsai Martin seated behind gan was enough to shock anyone unless they knew this was going to happen beforehand.
With all that said and done, Jason couldn’t put off going to his seat anymore now that his call was over. The ga was also past it’s warmup stage and they were about to begin player introductions.
Taking a deep breath to regulate his breathing, the small smile on his face disappeared as his heart rate cald and he walked over to his seat.
"Hello ladies," he said with barely a glance at them and sat down, waiting for the ga to start.
He was here for a basketball ga, simple as that, he told himself, however whether things would remain like that was a mystery.
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