Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai García. Only, it wasn't. Especially since not only Lorelai, but the whole first team of the FC Bar...
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»You, my dear man, have more problems with your hair than I do,« Lorelai announced, fingers ruffling his hair as she stuck out her tongue at him, grinning cheekily at his affronted reaction in the mirror.
Neymar glared at her as he waved away her hand and shooed her out of the bathroom so that he could finish getting ready. He and his precious hair!
It was the day of the exhibit, or — as Jane had declared it — »the long awaited day«. Dun dun dun, insert ominous music laden with meaning here.
When Lorelai came back into the master bedroom of Neymar's place, Rafaella and Jane already waited for her, holding up different dresses in their hands.
»So,« Jane said with finality. »Outfit.«
Lorelai groaned unpleasantly. She hated dressing up. »Some clothes. With some shoes. We're done!«
»Hardly!« Jane announced as she opened Lorelai's part of the wardrobe.
Seeing as she was staying over more often than not these days, she'd gotten a part of Neymar's wardrobe a few weeks ago. He'd been delighted with it, teasing her about moving in with him sooner than she thought, while she kept telling him that having a few outfits over didn't mean she'd take up residence here anytime soon. Besides, who would play medium whenever Diego and Jane had an argument over at their place if she wasn't around?
»Nope, I can't let that count, meu amor,« Neymar would say with a wide grin. »Those two need to move in together anyway, and if you move out, there's all the more room for their future babies! You gotta think about the future generation, Lori!«
Lorelai shook her head, opting to join her friends in the presence again and listen to Jane and Rafaella discuss possible outfits instead. The redhead had her hands stemmed in her hips. »Chica, this is your very first exhibit as a serious artist, so there's no way I'm gonna let you not make a fuss about what you're gonna be wearing tonight! So you can stop playing with your strands now,« Jane added, a knowing grin on her face. »Seriously, with or without those beads and braids, that tick is giving you away every single time.«
Frustrated, Lorelai dropped her hand and crossed her arms over her chest.
»Relax!« Rafa said, smiling sympathetically at her. »It's actually not that much a big deal, you'll see. Bartomeu and whoever else thinks he's important will give their speech and say whatever shit they want to say, and the media guys will still only care about taking pictures of the players with the paintings. No worries. It's a tough world, where dicks are still more important than tits. Just remember that you're there for the fun! Besides, you'll have Ney around, and everyone else too, so stop fussing and start enjoying!«
Jane laughed out loud while Lorelai rolled her eyes. »I love this girl!« Jane exclaimed, throwing an arm around the young Brazilian. »Rafa's right. This'll be a great evening. But I do think that they will care about you for a little while. I mean, you are the artist behind the paintings, after all, so—« She held up a bunch of dresses. »It's outfit time!«
