No Good (Neymar Jr.)

I | The call

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The glass sparkled with whiskey and ice as I poured more into it.
The lights in the night club shimmered onto its floor, revealing many attractive girls. Although I was in the mood to bump n' grind, I avoided the slim, tender, gorgeous women. I attempt to squeeze through the crowd, almost dying of the sweat stench.

I bump into a woman who looked almost 40, and she eyed me up and down. Her eyes sparkled at my face, as if I was a diamond, about to be in her possession.
"Hey, baby." She says, putting her cigarette breath on me, as she tried to seduce me.
"Not in the mood sweets." I roll my eyes at her, taking note of her hideous, snake-like, tight dress, squeezing her breast implants.
"Don't come crawling back to me when the next girl doesn't want you.. I mean you're gorgeous." She curls a smirk onto her makeup-ed face, moving her manicured finger up and down the buttons of my blue shiny blazer. I push her hands off me, walking away with a face of disgust.

After the 4-3 win over our rivals, Real Madrid, I really wanted to celebrate. But after the game, news had gotten out that Bruna left me for the Calvin Klein model. As if I hadn't heard it enough.
My mind still played back the voicemail Bruna left me; My ears echoed with her soft voice, saying words of torture.

"Ney.. We have had good times, but you're just so busy lately that I can't and don't want to handle it anymore.. I did love you, but the feelings aren't the same anymore. Don't take it so hard. I bet the girl you find next, will treat you way better than I ever could. Marcus is a great guy and treats me well. I hope you do the same for your next love. Alright?" Then the voicemail ended; Along with my confidence.

I gave her everything, even some of my money. She was my everything. Then she decided to up and leave me. Just great. I swear, my relationships never go as planned. 3 years gone to waste.

I slowly walk to the red leather seats at the bar, ordering 3 more beers.

I blinked as I was seated at the bar. since I was mildly drunk, I simply wanted to go home.
I stare over at Marc, who was drunk and starts to head towards over to me, walking lopsided and slurring his words, "NEY, HEY." He pauses, covering his mouth with his hand, surprised, "WOAH. THAT RHYMED." Looking back up at the black ceiling with disco lights. He was gone due to his intoxication level, as he fell over his own self.

"Hey, Marc. Tell the boys I'm heading out, I feel too drunk for this." I ask him, resting my hand onto his shoulder.
"Okay, Ney." His green eyes light up as he realizes his sentence rhymed again. He slithered his way back to the boys, as I made my way out of the night club.
Bumping into young females and males, I tried to get to the glass doors. Marc gives me a thumbs up, and a drunken smile.

As I get towards the entrance, I pull out my phone. Unlocking it, my brightness was so bright, I nearly was blinded.
And I was drunk, which made everything worse.
I could barely read any of the texts I had waiting for me, and I didn't even know the time, even if it was in my face.
I had the cab company in my contacts, but I tried to do it from memory.

The faster I get home, the better..

Okay, so..
I dialed the numbers one at a time.

......

I finally finished dialing, and placed the phone up to my ear.

The ringing went on forever.
I don't remember it taking this long to answer the damn phone.

"Hello! Nina speaking! Who must you be?" The female voice says, giggling.

"Well thanks for giving your name to me, but I need a cab to 2190 Pleasantbelle Lane. Like now." I order, walking back and forth, not caring that the paparazzi could appear anytime.

"Excuse me, sweets? Sorry love, I don't know what you want or who you are!" She giggles some more, sipping something she had.
"Who is that, Niña?" A more mature voice echoed behind her, and she was surprised as she abruptly gasped.
"I don't know, Mi." She lets out an exhausting sigh.
"Uh, Nina, is that it? Well this IS the number for the cab service.. Can I talk to another employee?" Her voice was warm and relaxed me a little. Yet still, I was getting annoyed. I was drunk, cold, and tired. I just needed a cab.

"Babes! What's your name? I'll leave my boss a message for you!" Her and some other people in the back snickered. They're probably fucking with me, but I was drunk, so. I quietly walk back into the club, going into the secluded section where there usually no one.

"Neymar da Silva Santos Jr.," I pause myself to walk inside the club, taking myself the 'Quiet Room' as the club called it. I kept my phone onto my ear, hearing absolute silence as I drop myself onto the high couch. Suddenly, people being to pile in from the glass doors; Yelling, falling over, and acting like complete idiots. "Sorry, there are some people clowning around here and I can't concentrate on the call!"
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Scoffing, I sit down on the ground and to my surprise, there were no paps at 3am. Only drunk hooligans, falling over their own feet. No paparazzi were even outside..

"Aren't you that football player? Woah. Well I'm not the cab service, sweets. Sorry!" Her voice was soft and her giggle at the end was cute.

"Wait, whats y-" And then she hung up.

I just either wanted her to call me a cab, or continue talking to me, in that warm voice of hers.

I walk back into the club, hoping to hitch a ride from Bartra or Pique. But all I really hoped for, was a call from that Nina girl. Just to hear her soothing, soft voice.

One more time, like a normal conversation.

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