With the buzzer ringing, there was a blaring sound reverberating from the beams, yet on the floor, there were no cheers. No one on the Colossus team leapt into the air nor exchanged high fives. Not even did they acknowledge the scoreboard showing a crushing score of 114-22 against their opponents.
They just started walking toward their bench, completely relaxed.
"So, what are we doing for dinner?" Cross asked, tossing his warm-up jacket over his shoulder as he walked past the free-throw line. "There's that new pizza spot nearby, or we could just get something Chinese."
"Chinese sounds better," Kael muttered, yawning as he untied his wrist wraps without looking back. "I'm not trashing my macro-cycle for cheap grease tonight. Hall, what do you think?"
"Whatever's fast," Hall answered bluntly, drying a single bead of sweat off his face. "I want to get home before my favorite show is over."
"Man, you should really drop women's shows, that doesn't suit you." Cross laughed.
