As Jason walked out of the doors of the hotel, nodding to the security guards, he saw a black G-Wagon ambling just down the stairs in front of the hotel's entrance.
Guessing that it was Shaq's car, he started walking down the stairs, and just as he neared the car, the window of the car, the window of the passenger seat slid down.
"Come on man, get in," Shaq called to Jason as he neared the car.
"Calm down n**ga, we're way past the rushing period," Jason shook his head as he pulled open the door of the car.
"At most, we'd be a few minutes less late," he snickered.
"What's up man," he said as he dapped Shaq as he got in the car.
"I'm cool man, what's up with you," Shaq nodded to Jason and began driving soon as Jason shut the door.
"What's with the hurry man? For someone who didn't even know the time of the event, you're in way too much of a rush right now," Jason laughed at Shaq who was already testing the power of the car's V8 engine.
