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The phone vibrated on the nightstand. Tobin opened her eyes for a moment and then shut them, groggy, but the phone vibrated again, so she cursed quietly and picked it up. It was a text from Alex, her teammate, star forward and best friend.
ALEX: Dude, where r u? U missed breakfast. Bus leaves for airport in 15 mins.
Tobin put the phone down, then exhaled and propped herself up in bed. She wiped her eyes and took focus of the room, as the night started to come back to her. They were in Houston. They had crushed the Dash in front of 40,000 people. Tobin had two goals and two assists. They had gone to a bar after the game. A cute blonde had bought Tobin a drink, swiped Tobin’s baseball cap off of her head and put it onto her own, and then had pulled Tobin onto the dance floor. Then there had been more drinks…
Tobin sat up in bed. She had made it back to the hotel. Then she looked at the floor. Her suitcase was near the dresser. She had even made it back to her own room. She smiled at the small victories and was just about to get out of bed when she felt stirring and heard someone exhale next to her. She looked over and saw the blonde from last night. Then she noticed a bottle of champagne, mostly drunk, and two glasses, on the night stand. She stared at the sleeping form for a moment and touched her hair.
“Hey”, Tobin said quietly. No movement. “Hey”, she said a little louder. Still no movement. “H-“ she started to say, when there was a loud knock at the door. Tobin looked at the door and then at the bedside clock. It was just after 9am. Way too early to be up after a night like last night. The knock came again. She cursed under her breath, then got out of bed. She took two steps, then realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes, so she scanned the floor, found her pants and shirt from last night, and threw them on, then opened the door.
“Dude”, Alex said. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” Tobin said, still waking up, trying to shake off the cobwebs.
“We gotta go. Bus leaves in like 10 mins.”
“Shit”, Tobin said. “Alright, alright, just give me a few mins, then I’ll be down in the lobby.”
“Here, I’ll help you pack”, Alex said. She came into the room but then stopped when she saw the blonde figure sleeping on the bed. She looked at Tobin, and pointed to the bed. “Really, Tobes? The one from the bar last night? The one who was dancing on the counter?”
Tobin shrugged and said, “Whatever dude”, then leaned in and whispered, “Al - I can’t remember her name.”
Alex looked back at Tobin with an “I can’t help you there” look and then said, “See you downstairs”. She patted Tobin on the back and then turned around and walked out of the room.
Tobin watched Alex leave, then walked over to the bed and rousted the sleeping girl. “Hey you”, she said, rubbing the girl’s shoulder lightly.
This time the girl responded. She rolled over and opened her eyes, then smiled when she saw Tobin’s face. “It's Jessica”, she said, staring at Tobin through sleepy eyes.
“Right. Jessica”, Tobin said. “Look, uh, Jessica, I’d love to snuggle all morning, but I have to get moving”, she said apologetically.
“That’s all you want to do, is snuggle?” Jessica said, suggestively.
“Well, no, but…look, anyway, I have to get moving”, Tobin said. “Like, now.”
Jessica exhaled. “Alright”, she breathed out. She got up out of bed, then slipped back into her dress and heels. She grabbed her purse, looked at herself in the mirror, and said, “Call me next time you’re in town.”
“Uh, sure”, Tobin said.
Jessica smiled and then slithered up to Tobin and kissed her on the lips. “Bye, hot stuff”, she said.
“Bye, you”, Tobin said. She opened the door for Jessica and let her out, then quickly threw everything into her suitcase, shoved her feet into the suede boots she had worn last night, and hustled down to the lobby. The rest of the team was already there. Coach Johnstone was standing there with his arms crossed.
“Well, well, well”, he said. “How’s our superstar? Finally rolled out of bed and ready to travel?”
“Uh, yeah, sorry coach”, Tobin said.
“Hey Tobes, you got everything?” Tobin turned to see her friend and the team’s star defender, Kelley O’Hara addressing her.
“Uh…I think so", Tobin said, looking at her suitcase. "Why?”
“Because I think I saw something of yours just slink out of here like two minutes ago, in a short dress and high heels”, Kelley said with a smirk.
“Another one bites the dust, huh?” Alex said, then hummed the melody of the famous Queen song and danced to the rhythm. Several other teammates laughed.
“Alright!” Coach Johnstone addressed the lobby. “Bus going to the airport is here. If you play on the Los Angeles Tritons, get your ass on it.” Players started to move towards the front door and out onto the parking lot. Tobin went to follow, but the coach stopped her. “Here”, he said, handing Tobin a piece of paper. Tobin opened it up. It was a hotel bill for incidentals. “You owe me a hundred bucks for a bottle of champagne”, he said, then walked out of the lobby. Tobin exhaled and swore under her breath, then walked out, boarded the bus, and slunk into her seat, exhausted.
“What’s that?” Alex asked, sitting next to Tobin. Tobin handed her the bill. “Champagne, Tobes? Ooooh…romantic”, she said.
“Bite me”, Tobin said, and Alex laughed.