𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 - Book 1

~Chapter 6~

                                                                                             Gavi

     The dim lights of the club reflected off of my glassy eyes. I was already wasted, and we had only been sitting at the bar for ten minutes. Pedri was wasted as well. He was finishing off his fourth drink of the night. João was stood behind him, sipping on a Coke. He wasn't a big drinker.

     The rest of the team had dispersed. My head was pounding, and I leaned against the counter as another shot was pushed my way. I downed it quickly and rubbed my hands on my forehead.

     "Having fun?" Marissa groaned groggily. She stood by my hip, a drink in her hand. She was swaying back and forth and nearly tipped over when she leaned against the back of my chair.

     Marissa was some girl I had picked up after the Barcelona game the other night. She meant nothing to me. Sure, she was beautiful, but I hardly knew her. We had slept together that night.

     She leaned down, her skinny arms wrapping around my chest. Her red fingernails poked at me, and she began and drag them up and down my body. Trying to seduce me. It wasn't working.

     Pedri hobbled over to me and looked me in my eyes. He looked dead.

     "Want some...more....drinks," he stuttered, handing me a beer. I took it and began to chug.

     While I was drinking, Marissa leaned down and snatched my phone from my hand. I didn't even try to grab it.

     A few minutes later, she returned it to me and threw her leg over my lap seductively. She wasn't getting anywhere. I shoved her away as I downed my drink. Marissa looked hurt, and pushed herself away from my chair.

     I watched her as she made her way over to the bartender and began to flirt with him instead. They ended up making out over the bar, right in front of me. I was drunk, but not drunk enough to ignore her.

     "Your girl, man," João yelled, pointing his cup in her direction. I just shrugged and went back to sipping.

     After a while, we all hobbled away from the bar. Pedri was so tipsy that he stumbled and fell over into another table, spilling wine everywhere. The floor was immediately soaked in red.

     The group of us found a table in the corner and settled in for the remainder of the evening. This was our night out, since we had another game on Monday.

     Marissa was nowhere to be seen. I didn't care anyone. Probably hooking up with the bartender somewhere right now.

     João was sipping his Coke, Pedri was nearly falling out of his seat, and Hector had suddenly joined us. He was downing his own drink and offered it up to me in a cheers.

     "How many have you had?" Hector asked, looking me in my glassy eyes.

     I tried my best to hold up 5 fingers, but I was cut short as I blacked out.

     When I woke up, I was laying on a cool tile floor. A wet towel was laid across my forehead. I wearily opened my eyes and sat up. I was in a bathroom. I had no clue where I was or who I was with.

     When I gained the energy to stand, I immediately felt the urge to vomit. I threw up over the toilet, tasting the remnants of my drinks. Oh well.