Snagging the ball from Pietr, Derek leaned in and snapped, “What? You
think you’re a bad-ass because you’ve got a tattoo?”
Derek body-checked Pietr with a force that would have sent anybody else onto the floor. Pietr wobbled but didn’t even move his feet to compensate. A minute later Derek skidded across the gym floor. Pietr was methodically dribbled and passed the ball between them. I saw him mouth the phrase “That’s why I’m a bad-ass!