Story:Dominoes Part 3: The Panic
Dominoes Part 3: The Panic
Written by Shataivian and Stryker
Lisa had her duffle bag over her shoulder and her ticket and ID out, ready to go through TSA. Before she did, she ran over to Jason and held him tight. “You’re gonna be okay,” She spoke into his shoulder. “If you need anything, call me, okay?” Jason nodded with his chin on top of her head.
“Thank you for coming. Really. It means a lot,” he spoke softly.
“Of course.” They pulled out of the hug and stood awkwardly in front of each other, neither really wanting to say goodbye. “So…”
“Yeah. I guess you should get going.”
“Yeah… Okay…” She stood for a second longer, then slowly turned around to head for the gate. However, before she could take a single step, Jason grabbed her arm.
“What’s-“ Before she could finish Jason pulled her close and landed a soft but intense kiss on her lips. Lisa didn’t resist and the two linger for quite a while. When they finally pulled away Jason thanked her with a whisper and Lisa’s eyes darted back and forth between his.
“You… cheated,” she could barely get out. Jason chuckled.
“Guess I did.”
“I’ll have to punish you later.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Lisa’s urge to hit him for his response dissolved into merely a light nudge. “You better get going.” Lisa nodded. “Kick their ass today.” Lisa nodded, again. He smiled and waited for Lisa to leave, but she stood frozen. “I’ll see you later?” Lisa nodded.
“Yeah! Yeah… I’ll… I’ll see you later.”
“You gonna be alright?”
“Yup!” The two laughed. “Okay. Bye.” She waved him off and headed for TSA.
Lisa tossed her duffle bag on her couch once she entered through her apartment. In almost no time at all her kitten came around the corner and rubbed against her leg. “Hey, Bella.” She picked her up and rubbed her face against the kitten’s. “You been good?” Lisa set the cat down and it began to explore the scent of her duffle bag.
As Lisa made her way down the hall to her bedroom her own nose caught of whiff of something. She sniffed the air and followed the scent. “Bella,” she scolded. Right on her mattress was a pile of clothes she had washed before flying out to Alaska. All of her jersey tops. All of her jersey bottoms. All of her compression turtlenecks. Bella was still figuring out the litter box but had a tendency to opt for warm clothing from time to time. Lisa sighed and brought all the soiled clothes to the bathtub. She dumped a gallon of vinegar and a box of baking soda on top to let it soak. “You’re lucky I still have my stuff from Alaska,” she shouted back to her cat.
By the time she had finished cleaning up and leaving everything to soak it was time to head to the stadium. She grabbed her duffle bag and made her way over. When she got there, she followed her typical routine. She entered a private shower stall with her duffle bag and began to get ready. Luckily her things didn’t have much of an odor. She pulled out her jersey top, bottom, socks and shoes, and…
“Where’s my turtleneck?” She reached around the duffle bag. “Where’s my turtleneck?!” She opened every zipper, every compartment. No matter how many times she checked the same areas, the turtleneck would not magically appear. She put her street clothes back on and left the stall for her locker. There wasn’t really anything in there, but that didn’t stop her from checking underneath impossibly small things anyway.
When she couldn’t find what she was looking for, she made her way back into the stall to looked through her duffle bag once more. She spent way too much time searching. By this point she was the only one still in the locker room and the game would start in a few minutes. In a sudden hit of hope she remembered that she had an agent. She frantically pulled out her phone, nearly dropping it in the process, and called Jacob Smith.
“Hello, Mr. Smith speaking?”
“JAKE! I NEED YOUR HELP!”
“Whoa, okay. Calm down. What's got you this time?”
“My, my...” Lisa stuttered. “The game starts in a few minutes and.... I don't have my compression shirt!”
“Do you remember where you put it last time?” Jacob spoke calmly.
“No, listen! I don't have it! I don't have the one from Alaska, my cat ruined ALL the other ones, I didn't think to check to see if I had at least one, and, of course, I leave everything out on the bed for it to get ruined, and, and,” Lisa rambled on. “I have nothing!”
“Okay, what do you want me to do? A girl can't go out there without a compression shirt or sports bra!”
“Jake... My neck! I have nothing to cover my neck! Everyone's gonna see!”
“Oh that...” Jacob finally realized. “Shit... perhaps you could borrow a teammate's?”
“I...” She considered it. “No, I'm the smallest one here... And no one wears one! Can't you like work some magic and get me a new one or something?”
“But your game starts in a few minutes, no?”
“Yeah, but... Like, maybe some assistant or some rando or...”
“Hmm... I'll have my assistant buy a compression shirt for you. He's currently in Vegas right now in my stead to see the game. I'll send him a text and have him get your shirt ASAP.”
“Thank you!” Lisa sighed in relief, but the feeling was brief. “Can he get it and be back in the next five minutes?”
“Well, he said he'll try to be there. He's currently at the mall right now and getting a shirt for you. I told him that a player's reputation is at stake as well as his job. So, he'll pull through. Just don't get too angsty when he doesn't show up within the five minutes.”
“Jake, I'm starting! If I go out there now without it, it won't matter if I get it later. Everyone will see! Jake, what do I do?!”
“Ugh... I don't know! Wait, hold on.” Jacob goes quiet on the line. Lisa was pacing back and forth waiting desperately for some good news. “He says he's making his way towards you now.” As Jacob was saying this, a voice could be heard from outside the locker room.
“Shit! They're yelling at me to come out. Jake...” Lisa pleaded.
“Do you want me to stall for time until you get the shirt from my assistant?” Lisa tried to yell back through the stall that she’ll be out in a second but to no avail. Jacob could hear the shouting over the line.
“I... I can't...” she responded back to him. Her voice started to shake. “I... Thank you... I just... I'm gonna have to go out there...”
“I'm sorry Lisa... I'll handle the media if they ask you about what happened,” he said trying to comfort her.
“No... It’s…” Her voice continued to shake. “It's my fault for not calling sooner... You've been amazing... I just... I'm scared...”
“Hey, Lisa. I know you are, but I think the earlier you get this over with, the better. It's better to face your problems head on. You've been amazing in Las Vegas. I'm sure your teammates and fans will see past your neck.”
“I know,” Lisa sighed. She took a slow deep breath. “Guess I better go out there...”
“You can do it Lisa!”
“Yeah... Oh and... Don't fire the guy... You can tell him to relax.” She tried to chuckle.
“All right. I won't fire him,” he laughed. Keep me posted, though, after the game.”
“Uh huh... I... I will... Thank you... Really... Okay. I guess I'll see you on the other side.”
“Mmmhmm.” Lisa held on the line trying to buy some time, but the yelling continued to come from outside the locker room.
“Okay.... Bye…” she finally said.
Lisa hung up, put on her jersey, and stepped out of the stall. “Here we go…”