𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, pablo gavi

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, isabel

❝ you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. ❞
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Football men are literal children. We've been at this party for about two hours now and all I've seen is a match going on in one corner, others throwing each others in the pool and another karaoke corner. Let me tell you, football players have a horrible voice.

I've been sticking with Gavi all night. He might not be my favorite person in the world but in this room he might just be. Other than Neymar, which I've been wanting to meet all night because man, that guy's hot. And nice from what I've heard.

That's not a combo you find often. Nice and hot. Look at my right for example, extremely hot, but an extreme dick. With some nice episodes.

We've been a little bit around everywhere. We passed by the match corner and he played for a couple of minutes, I was asked to play too but I'm too tired for it.

We tried to stay away from the pool, I'm not in the mood to get wet and neither is he.

I wanted to stay away from the karaoke corner but when a British dude who's been bugging your ass ever since you got here dedicates you 'Barbie Girl' in front of everyone with the most god awful horrible, high pitched voice and then asks a duet of 'Waka Waka', you're pretty much stuck in that area.

Bellingham is now pretty hammered. And wanting to play never have I ever. But, he's not letting everyone play. He's going around selecting people to play with him. Everyone's he's chosen until now has said yes. They're either as drunk as him or threatened to play.

He's chosen Frenkie, Mbappé and Neymar until now. Bad news, he's heading over to us right now. "If he asks us, just run." I whisper over to Gavi and he chuckles in response as Jude gets closer and closer to us.

"You are lucky, gals!" He almost screams at our faces once he's close enough.

"When I give you the signal, run." I mutter over while trying to keep my smile plastered on.

"What's the signal?" He whispers back, him too trying to keep his smile talking through gritted teeth.

"You have been chosen to play with me and my crew!" He says in a sing-song voice pointing over at the three men who look like they've been help hostage. "I won't take no for an answer!"

"We're gonna pass but you guys have fun." I excuse ourself and grab Gavi's hand to walk away.

"No!" He screams with a sob in his voice. "Please play. You're the only woman here. Pablo can tag along since he's your man candy. But, we need at least someone from the opposite sex to have fun!" He argues. "I won't take no for an answer!" He seems to enjoy that sentence.

"I heard Mbappé makes a good woman impression." I come up with any kind of excuse.

"Please, woman! Have some pity!" He begs almost getting down on his knees and I actually do take pity on this young drunk man.

"Fine. Fine. We'll play." My eyes are widened at the look of what's in front of me. Jude squeals in excitement before getting some more player.

"Yay." I'm not in the mood for Pablo's sarcasm. One annoying player is enough for now.

"I took pity." I reply truthfully.