Ankle Reaper's squad was up 8–4.
Ryan brought the ball up, The Guillotine guarding him again.
He didn't feel like going iso all game. He swung it to K-Vibe.
It was K-Vibe's music video, after all—he had to get his moment.
Ankle Reaper stepped out to guard K-Vibe.
K-Vibe blew past him into the paint.
Not because K-Vibe was some elite hooper—nah.
Ankle Reaper barely tried to guard him.
He knew what this game was about: clips for K-Vibe's music video.
He could play hard against others, but K-Vibe? Not part of the plan.
K-Vibe gathered the ball, ready to lay it up—then the whistle blew.
He shot a look at the ref, who signaled traveling.
K-Vibe's face darkened. I didn't hire you to call fouls on me, he thought, storming toward the ref, ready to let him have it.
Ryan saw it coming and grabbed his arm. "Chill, man. That travel was obvious. It'd look whack in the video anyway."
K-Vibe paused, then nodded. "Yeah, aight. Fair."
Up in the bleachers, someone leaned over.
