𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 {𝕭𝖝𝕭}

𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕

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🎁 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 🎁

The sun was setting and the windows no longer provided the main source of light. Outside, the sky was darkening with tints of blue, clouds slowly bustling out of their hiding places and becoming heavier and heavier. Inside the spacious party house, everyone was having a pleasant time, finally getting loose, crawling out of their shells...

Drinks were being chugged, shots were being downed, there was a familiar party buzz that captured the air, mixed in with the smell of evaporated alcohol. And despite the majority of players dancing and hyping each other up, there were a handful of athletes that weren't entirely enjoying their time.

Ever since the kiss, Kyrie had been jumpy and paranoid, and he had no idea why: it was just a kiss, after all. And despite it being a mere 15-second kiss, it sent shivers down Kyrie's back every single damn time he thought about it. The feeling of Paul forcing his lips forward while he could barely breathe, not being able to do anything about how he was being held, trapped in place, everyone watching him. He felt disgusting. Awful. But he knew he was overreacting, it was all in good fun, it was truth or dare for fuck's sake.

It took a simple shoulder-tap for Kyrie to let out a screech and jump away, overturning to see was LeBron. "O-Oh, hey Bron. Sorry, I don't know why I'm so jittery," Kyrie apologized not relaxing in the slightest. You could see the muscles and tendons tighten under his skin.

"I guess you're one of the very few sober ones," Bron chuckled, flashing a quick glance towards and dancing Steph and a dazed Chris. The dance floor was cast in the middle of the abundance of chaos, glistening bright and colorful lights fell over the bare skin of each player. Draymond was beginning to lose his voice after screaming at the top of his lungs and Steph somehow wasn't faltering the slightest after hours of dancing and jumping up and down with Chris.

Music boomed, so loud it was probably vibrating the whole island. And Kevin stumbled over to his ex, after dropping a wine glass on the floor.

"Russssseeeellll," Kevin slurred, wrapping his arm around an equally tipsy Westbrook, a glass of red wine swishing in his other hand. "Hey cupcake," Russell sputtered out lazily, his eyes looking like they were staring off into the distance. "Ugh, I...." Kevin shook his head, "I think I had juussst a pint too much of Sam Adams." Russell cackled, appreciating the lack of t-shirts, "Henny hits hard, K."

On the other side of the room, at the sidebar, Damian and John were flirting. Damian bit his bottom lip and kept checking out John, the more alcohol those two seemed to absorb, the more their 'act' became more realistic. John smiled and took another shot chuckling at something Damian said, touching his arm. Obviously this did not sit well with Bradley or CJ.

Bradley's earlier confusion had morphed into anger, and he stood up from his seat and proceeded to segregate, he sauntered hotly towards the exit. DeMar, who was playing cards with Kyle, Jimmy, and Andre quickly stood up to grab Bradley's arm before he could step out the door, "Where are you going, Brad?"

Bradley snatched his arm away from DeMar's arm, "I'm out of here. I'm going back, fuck this," he puffed out angrily, shoving DeMar to the side and storming out. DeMar sat back down beside Kyle, who gave him a knowing look. "What's with him?" Andre asked, shuffling the cards. The music boomed, but you could still hear the flickering of the cards as Drummond shuffled it. Kyle took a glimpse at the bar with Damian and John, "Love," Kyle simply responded. DeMar shook his head wrapping an arm around Kyle's shoulder comfortably, "Yeah, Love."

This made Andre even more puzzled but Jimmy got the memo as he sipped a swish of red wine. "Speaking of, Kyrie has been really fucking panicky lately, I'm kind of worried," Jimmy muttered, flashing his eyes expectantly at DeMar and Kyle for advice.