"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
By the time we're all back at the hotel it's becoming dark outside and the lobby of the hotel has been cleared, almost quiet besides the conversations echoing from the bar where the clatter of drinks being served is produced.
Compared to the luxurious hotel we certainly look like we've gotten lost. We're all still covered in mud, sometimes a squeak coming from our sneakers as we are about to fall on the slippery floor.
I silently thank god for putting on my then already abused converse in the afternoon. I doubt I'll be able to get the thick cover of mud off of them and if I do - they won't ever have the same zebra print as before.
Another squeak from our shoes is heard but this time it's me almost falling, but a hand has slithered around my waist keeping me still. I look to Damiano and give him a grateful smile. He smiles in return, not letting go of my waist even though I'm now steady, instead his thumb is tracing circles at the curve of my waist.
After receiving a stink eye from the receptionist and an older lady exiting the elevator, whom we smile at, we enter the elevator and press the level to our floor.
"Our manager is gonna kill us, especially you Damiano." Thomas says, suddenly sounding scared.
"And why's that?" Damiano muses, leaning back against the elevator wall, pulling me along with him. My side pressed against his front as he leans his head back.
"If you get sick from the rain, or lose your voice from all the screaming you did on the field - we're all gonna be killed dead." Thomas shudders, grabbing ahold of Ethan's shoulder in the process.
I look up at Damiano, confusion etched onto my face. Damiano smiles and leans down to my ear. His hot breath fanning against my cheek sending me into a whirlwind of emotions.
"He's been scared of Marta ever since she threatened to exchange his guitar for a newer one." He whispers.
I give him a confused look. "Seriously?" I ask
"Dead serious, he wouldn't dare to cross her." He says, his lips softly caressing the skin of my cheek. I shudder at the closeness.
The elevator pings and the doors open to reveal the floor we're all staying on. Even as we exit Damiano still keeps me close and as we walk down the corridor we fill the silence with small talk of what we're doing tomorrow.
Closing in on the room belonging to Måneskin we slow down.
I hug all of the members goodnight, Damiano embracing me a bit longer, nuzzling his head into my neck.
