Fandom: Soccer [RPS]
Title: Afternoon
defeat
Characters / Couple : David Zurutuza / Alberto De la bella.
Summary: With the defeat visible, the whole team is affected. However, the beautiful looks of everything in their power to encourage your best friend. Notes
1 : This fic with some slash content comes in the wake of the disastrous first half against Real Sociedad Real Madrid this afternoon. And because I really missed the presence of my dear Albert (who until now believed to be called Oscar).
Film festival celebrates (which comes to be similar in importance as the Cannes, Venice and others) with prizes, public recognition and stuff. The second or third week of August is what we call Big Week which is the typical holiday week for all towns and cities is full of tourists, drunks, fireworks and activities everywhere. And then, what I think the big party (and I could not avoid mentioning), January 20 we celebrate the patron of San Sebastian, San Sebastian, drumming, dressed as a cook or Napoleonic soldiers (following a tradition that goes back to the nineteenth century and serves as a warning of approaching the Carnival).Notes 4
: Griezmann Rivas and my children are beautiful and the sack because I feel like it. Rivas above that achucharía until exhaustion (and I'm glad that has not gone to Turkey). Notes 5
: I already have the explanations Tochon am saying only that such an abrupt end but other things I have no time to finish it or know how, so I to leave the thing as if you see the chapter in a series that ends incomplete waiting for the next week.
had not played and still wearing a tracksuit as he entered the locker room after the final whistle. The faces of frustration were consistent look desolacióny where to look. Rivas tried to cover his face with a towel as if you were making drying your hair but it was clear he did so to hide the tears to others. His companions greeted with little enthusiasm, as expected. Gave a few pats on Bravo looking football gloves from the other side of the room (where the shot had once entered the locker room). Griezmann could be among the few who saidban the captain how close he had been the team to score a little, while Estrada Anson and listened from afar, shaking his head. Tamudo seemed to have disappeared, perhaps ashamed of his times failed to score. Alberto do not blame them. If he had been in his position would also be sorry and not wanting anything to do with their peers. He stood a moment listening to the sound of running water on the floor of the showers, a sign that someone was still there. Without thinking of who could be, opened the door that allowed some privacy to bath & about girls; ists, and stood face to face with Zurutuza. David had his back, his head bowed looking wet sump. A small smile mixed with compassion momentarily transfigured on the lips of Alberto.
Catalan joined the team early last year and, although everyone there have always been the most sociable, was David joined him and taught him giving city where ideas could be installed and what were the best places to have fun. The friendship between the two became firm and solid at the end of the previous temperaturerse with water from the shower, Alberto recalls another memorable passage. This time he is accompanied Griezmann and Rivas, even at that moment he would not like to prefer a quiet evening with David. But neither is able to talk out loud to the other what they want. Initially Griezmann
suggests going to Biarritz to visit the casino, but David is not accustomed to taking the car with three orangutans and capons giving kicks all the time and lost in the first turn after the French border.
the end, the four are content to walk the streets of Hendaye and eat cheese on a bakery-cafe pretty cold January evening. While whispers and makes jest Rivasas) while Alberto preparing massive amounts of coffee. None had slept all night, but most still seemed quite animated (except for Xabi which had been curled up and dozing in the living room sofa Alberto) and pulled cushions. Alberto
much wrinkled his brow but his bewilderment prevented her from doing much. David was the one who put a little peace between Griezmann fight, Rivas and Anson and prevented Aranburu raid the minibar of his teammate. With tender eyes Alberto patted back and wished him good day. However, this did not hab & iacute, with only gotten worse. Maybe lack of sleep, got pulled over half coffee, pour a couple of pans while corríaa the towel, run over with a chair in the dining room and burned his hand on the stove to see if was on. Rivas who was innocently dropped the comment that there was need for a little female hand or else a butler while winked at David. But as Albert was away trying to find a proper shirt drawer clean clothes no one noticed the blush Zurutuza.
breakfast and more relaxed, the kids protest when Alberto lis pushed toward the exit, arguing that even had to rest.
"But if it's nine o'clock" Xabi protested that it had fallen asleep clutching a cushion.
Griezmann Rivas and tried their luck playing with the sticks the head of Alberto that eventually explode, scream and chase with the poker from the fireplace.
wondered if the time to remind David would come from this state of prostration might be better to keep it in a locked casket of memory and no one else could intervene.
the end, although it was clear that David knewto perfect the presence of Alberto, he coughed slightly and aim to be noticed.
"With so much water you are going out gills and you'll turn into a dolphin, Frenchy," he tells humorous Catalan. "Dolphins do not have gills" protest French. But clearly intended to win his atencióny Alberto has done it. "The game was a deep shit," complains David showing his face contorted.
"I bet that Martin has a more concise definition morning in training & RDQdespite already seen both naked more than once and played well throwing towels or other equipment with throwing the belongings of Rivas who, perhaps because the smaller , or all, always out injured in those games.
"We are all responsible for the defeat, David" then tells Catalan. It could be a reprimand if he had not said with that sweet tone and eyes fixed on the other's eyes. David twists away with a sharp look escalofríoy.
"We had chances. I have ... " " Your nothing. Defense maycha? Fuck me! "
" But you're soaking up the tracksuit! "David outraged protest.
"Look, so I can boast of me today, but not wet with sweat," said the defense resolved.
"You'll have something to move up, right?"
"Yes, the suit at the hotel and the kit in the backpack"
"You will not get away with equipació n now on the street. You will die of cold. "
" Well I go in balls "ditch the discussion Alberto. CHe, s that he "
" you bastard! "laughs David giving him a campion. Alberto
much happier to see her smiling companion returned the blow.
"I am a moonlighting. I have my rights ... "
" can get you your rights on the site I say "David replied with the shampoo bottle in his hand as if it were a threatening club.
"And you're a liberal Frenchy? My balls! "
" Hush, Catalan reactionary! "
"And my family," said David died of shame.
"I still put it best"
The two look for a moment, swallowing David and Alberto seeking timely joke to break the growing unease that begins to wrap this proposition.
"If you promise not to do the same proposition Rivas and Griezmann, it"
French nods, breathing of pure relief.
"Well, go prepared, then"
"Already? But if we're still in February. I think we are more ominous and freezes gamesthe shower, "suggested Albert with a smile from ear to ear.
David throws the jar of shampoo, slightly irritated.
"Eh! Hey. One last question, "he shouts to his partner Alberto available out of the shower at last. "Such proposals usually do it a lot when you have lost a game?"
David throws over the door towel.
"May I have your shampoo!" Threatens Catalan.
PD: That there are no icons of the Royal Society in the LJ ... * *
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