"What happens in Rio, stays in Rio... you got it?"
7 am. Local Gym. 1 week before Olympic training camps begin.
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- Jimmy Butler quote
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"Damn you lifting!" Jimmy complimented, an undying smirk plastering his face as he sat up, hunched over a bench press, eyeing Kyrie as Kyrie shakily lifts some dumbbells from a squat. Kyrie huffed out as he let down the dumbbells and glanced at Jimmy, wiping his sweat with a small towel. "Well, yeah Jimmy. I can lift, of course I've been lifting," Kyrie said, in between shallow breaths.
"Well, I mean... I'm just shocked a man as small as you can lift that," Jimmy teased, feeling even more satisfaction as Kyrie frowned. "You won't say anything the next time I cross you over," Kyrie responded, shooting a challenging grin at Jimmy. Jimmy shook his head and let out a little PSH raising a brow at Irving, "You wanna bet on that babyface?"
Kyrie laughed and shook his head, "Whatever man." Kyrie walked up to Jimmy and stood in front of the seated man, stretching out his palm, expectant of something. It took Butler a moment to process that Kyrie was asking for his water bottle.
"You didn't bring your own?" Jimmy asked. Kyrie shrugged, "I was in a rush." "A rush to get to me?" Jimmy winked at Kyrie as he asked the question. Kyrie only rolled his eyes and wiped some more sweat off his face with his towel. What a tease. Jimmy stood up, grabbed his half full ice-cold water bottle and held it in front of Kyrie.
Irving went to grab it, only for it to be pulled away and held over Kyrie's head. He tried to jump for it, to no avail. Why does Jimmy always do this? Irving pressed up against Jimmy again to attempt another jab at it, his throat dryer than ever, but was just an inch off.
"Aht, aht, aht," Jimmy said, shaking his head and holding back a laugh, "What do you say?"
Kyrie's eye twitched as he backed away, crossed his arms and stared at Jimmy. For the world, he will not say please. He refused to say please. Jimmy ALWAYS made him say please. Well, not today. His eyes narrowed at Butler, but Jimmy didn't waiver as he shook the water bottle in his hand tauntingly, making sure the sound of the clattering ice was viable.
