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His eyes ate up the glamor of the court. Polished wood, with gaudy, orange paws splayed all over, rows of plastic chairs, and an empty glass cage. Neil closed his eyes and envisioned those seats filled with fans and rivals alike, loudly worshiping the game as their shared religion. Neil heard the crowd despite its vacancy, felt its vibrations and clamor below his feet. His heart thumped with their stomping, beat with their clapping. He opened his eyes and licked his lips.
The doors opened behind, and out Kevin strode with a stack of cones on his right and a bucket of exy balls on his left. The queen piece moved while his face scrunched when Kevin rearranged the bucket’s weight. Neil follow with little command, key already out. They slipped inside together.
Andrew sat above on the stands. His posture was loose while he watched his two ravenous Foxes play. He told them he would be getting some shut eye, not in the mood for their appetite, calling it addictive. And yet, his eyes did not shut. They lingered and drank every panting breath, grunt, and groan.
The two played until sated and spent. But, Andrew’s hunger only grew.