After the postgame presser, the Roarers flew straight to Eastmoor City to prepare for their Saturday matchup against the Eastmoor Vipers—a team buried at the bottom of the Eastern Conference standings.
There was no point flying all the way back to Iron City. With tipoff set for 5:30 PM Saturday, a two-leg travel schedule would've only drained the team further. Might as well head straight to Eastmoor.
The mood on the plane was light. A win always did that.
"Alright," Ryan said, stretching back in his seat. "We've got the Vipers next. Anyone got a story about them? Anyone used to play there?"
Everyone turned to look at Darius.
Ryan raised a brow. "Oh? We got a heartwarming tale coming?"
Darius scratched his neck awkwardly.
Kamara chuckled. "More like a soap opera."
Ryan leaned in, clearly interested. "Do tell."
Kamara grinned.
