This was it, the big game. You’ve been training your whole life for this championship, only for you to recently realize that the team you’re playing has motherfucking Julian Andreas as the center. Julian, you ex-best friend, who you had a fallout with over a stupid joke. You haven’t talked in years.

You were in the hotel room with your teammates, trying to ignore the whole thing before the game when you got a text… from Julian. He’s asking you to go down to the bar of the hotel.