"This is what happened," Julían said.
"Discúlpame, puedo bailar con ella?" Excuse me, can I dance with her? A stranger asked. "Por supuesto," Of course Julían replied and walked away. He could feel Helga watching him as he walked away."I haven't seen you in a while," he heard Helga's new partner said. Julían went to the bar and ordered another drink.
He watched his friend Darrius dance with Helga's friend, looking down at his feet and moving very stiffly. He laughed as he remembered the last time he dragged Darrius to a latin club. It was when they both were in college at Duke. Darrius drank too much and projectile vomited on his first dance partner. It was hilarious.
"Gracias," Julian said as the bartender set his drink down. He downed his drink quickly, and as soon as his glass hit the bar top he saw Helga and the guy she was dancing with standing in front of him.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"No, we both just realized that neither of us are very good at bachata," Helga laughed.
"I only know how to Tango," the guy said. Helga giggled. Julían raised his eyebrow. Whats so funny about that? He thought.
Then an idea popped into his head. "How about we make this night memorable?" He said, a mishcevious grin on his face.
"What did you have in mind?" Helga asked.
The three of them were standing in front of Gillette stadium.
"Isn't this where the Patriots play?" The guy asked.
"Yes, whatever your name is, the New England Revolution. plays. A friend of mine plays for this team." Julian replied, withholding the information that he also played for the team.
"My name is Arnold," Arnold said,extending his hand.
"nice to meet you," Julian replied, shaking his hand.
"So what are we doing here? I hate the Patriots,"Helga asked
"I don't like them much eihter, but we're breaking into it," Julian said.
"Awesome," Helga replied, a smile spreading on her face as they started walking towards the stadium.
"Hold on, I don't think this is such a good idea…"Arnold said.
"Don't be such a wet blanket," Julían said.
Arnold looked like he was about to protest, but then Helga giggled. Arnold turned and looked at Helga with something in his eyes that Julían couldn't place, then agreed to go in.
Julian was not lost on this reaction, though Helga seemed to be. He took note of it and continued into the stadium.
"So these are the locker rooms," Julian said, "Do you guys want to play a game? There are some cleats over there…"
"Lets do it!" Helga giggled and then fell over onto a bench. Looks like those drinks finally hit her, Julían thought. Arnold sat down and grabbed Helga's hand.
"Are you sure you're ok? You seem pretty intoxicated…"Arnold observed.
"Arnold you're holding my hand," Helga said, "and you were holding my hand the whole way here…why was that?"
Arnolds eyes went wide. "I….uh…"
"Great! Its settled then! I call keeper!" Helga yelled as she ran onto the field throwing her heels and running barefoot.
Julian laughed at Arnold's concerned face, which earned a glare from Arnold. Julian could pick up something was going on between Arnold and Helga, but he wasn't quite sure yet. He decided to try and push Arnold to see how far he would go. This night was supposed to be memorable anyway, might as well have a little fun.
"She's pretty hot, don't you think?" Julian said.
"Helga is very beautiful,"Arnold said, still looking in the direction Helga ran off towards.
"Yeah, I bet she'd love a little chorizo," Julian said, watching Arnold's reaction. He smirked when he saw Arnold tense up.
"I hope you're talking about food," He said.
Julian laughed, "Chill güey. You need to relax. Let's go out there so I can beat your ass in soccer." He walked off smirking, knowing Arnold was glaring at him.
Helga was sitting in the middle the goal, scratching at her nail polish.
"Hey Helga, you know as a keeper you actually have to stand up," Julian said, kicking the ball past her and into the goal, narrowly missing her head.
"Hey that almost hit me!" Helga yelped, standing up. "Well maybe if you were a better keep it would have actually hit you and prevented me from scoring a goal on you," Julían retorted, knowing that the ball wouldn't have hit her.
"Leave her alone, she doesn't play soccer,"Arnold said, glaring at him.
"Oh and you can güey?" Julían asked. Arnold didn't answer, just narrowed his eyes at him and continued to glare. "Ok than, you and me. Helga you be keeper. Whoever gets 5 goals first wins. You can have first possession, you'll need all the help you can get." Julían tossed Arnold the ball.
Arnold began dribbling the ball down the field. Julían smirked, deciding to let Arnold have the first goal in order to trick him.
Julian half-heartedly ran at Arnold, who easily dodged him and ran at the goal.
Arnold approached Helga, who was leaning forward anticipating the ball and swaying back and forth. Though that also could be because she was incredibly drunk. Arnold kicked the ball past her into the corner of the goal.
"You're move," Arnold said, as Helga tossed Julían the ball, or at least tried to.
Julían smirked at Arnold. He absent-mindedly dribbled the ball and let Arnold steal possession. He watched Arnold runs down the field and then ran after him. He slide tackled Arnold and stole the ball, scoring a goal easily. Within the first few minutes it was 2-2.
"How about we make this a little more interesting?" Julian said. "If I win, I get to go home with Helga tonight."
"That's not going to happen,"Arnold said firmly.
"Oh really? Don't think you can beat me?" Julian teased.
"I will beat you. And if I win, you stay away from Helga." Arnold said.
"Sounds good to me."
Arnold approached Helga again about to score a goal, when Julían yelled "Helga and I are going to have lots of fun tonight," causing Arnold to kick the ball straight at Helga, hitting her side.
They watched Helga fall to the ground, before running to her.
"Helga are you ok?" Julian asked. Helga jumped back up smiling. "Drunk people don't feel pain," She said, and proceeded to do a cartwheel.
Arnold watched her with a concerned look on her face.
"Lets get back to the game, güey," Julian said.
Arnold glared at him, but got up anyway.
Time to end this, Julían thought. He quickly hat tricked Arnold, winning 5-2.
"Did I forget to mention that I'm actually a striker for the New England Revolution too? Silly me. Looks like I get to claim my prize," Julían said smirking and looking at Helga, who was picking at the grass.
"You stay away from her," Arnold said, glaring at him. "Oh but that wasn't part of the deal. And I won," Julían said.
"I will not let you touch her. I care about her and I don't want to see her get hurt by anyone. She will not be going home with you tonight." Arnold said, fuming.
Julían laughed, "Arnold, its ok. I was just messing with you. I'm gay."
"What? No you're not." Arnold said.
"Yeah I am, here's my boyfriend," Julían said, showing him a picture of him and his boyfriend.
"Woah he's hot," Helga said, walking up behind Arnold.
"He plays for Crystal Palace in England," Julían said, a proud smile on his face.
"Then why did you mess with me?" Arnold asked. His expression looked annoyed but relieved.
Julian shrugged, I wanted a good game out of you," He said, partly lying. Arnold confirmed his suspicion that he had feelings for Helga. "Besides, I know you have feelings for Helga."
Arnold's eyes went wide and his face was turning a bright shade of red. "I uh..."
Suddenly loud sirens were going off in the distance. "Are those the cops?" Arnold yelled over the sirens, clearly looking angry.
"Yeah, and thats our cue to leave," He said, grabbing Helga's wrist and running towards the exit, who for some reason still looked in a state of shock. But Julían knew why.
They all were running as fast as possible, quickly grabbing their things from the locker room and running towards the door. "We're almost there!" Julian yelled. We're going to be fine, Julían thought. We have to be.
But of course things don't always work out in your favor, because on the other side of the door was a police officer.
"Mierda," Julían mumbled.
