#domiflo

They weren't supposed to be doing this, especially not so soon and so late at night.

Milos and Jeremie had already developed a fierce friendship, which should have been a great thing considering they were new to the club and would then pick up where the previous fullback partnership had left off. It was already evident to just about everyone surrounding Liverpool that their chemistry on the pitch was growing exponentially with each match, and it was only preseason.

The greatest downside was that they practically dragged Dominik and Florian to everything that they wanted to do.

Tonight, their plan was to walk around Hong Kong to get as much local alcohol as possible and play Smash Bros while taking shots, losers having to take said shots. After Jeremie quickly bonded with the store owner, who happily spoke at length about the choices as if they were longtime friends, they settled on Hong Kong Baijiu.

Dominik wouldn't turn down the possibility of a few drinks, and at that point, it was three against one for Florian. With a bit more convincing that the high alcohol percentage would easily lead to an early night—and no possibility of stupid decisions, considering they had training the next day—the argument worked. But it seemed as though Milos and Jeremie had a penchant for constantly getting their way. At the time, this was only a passing thought in the back of Dominik's head.

Now, a possible bottle or two deep due to possibly being the worst Smash Bros player alive, Dominik wished he had listened to Florian earlier in the night.

"Milos, if you don't hop off my fucking dick already!" Dominik yelled, angrily taking yet another shot. He frowned at the taste—nice and fruity, but very strong—and wished that when he saw the plum wine, he had fought a little harder for it. Maybe it would have tasted better than the baijiu he was getting far too familiar with.

"Maybe I would if you weren't so easy to fuck! Bayonetta's pretty good, I think it's just you that doesn't know what you're doing," Milos taunted back, earning him a hard swat from Dominik.

Dominik rolled his eyes and watched on as the other three kept going. He thought that her guns would have helped him, considering his experience with Call of Duty, but he had forgotten how night and day the two games were. He might as well have picked the Wii Fit Trainer like Florian did, which seemed to be serving the German well as he and Milos tried ganging up on Jeremie.

"Bro!" Jeremie yelled from across the room, somehow dodging an attack from both the Trainer and Joker. "I thought we agreed we were in this together!"

"I lied," Florian responded simply as he played next to Dominik.

Watching them play would have been fun if he liked the game. But he didn't, and the alcohol was telling him to check his phone. Without much thought, he rested his head on Florian's lap while stretching out on the bed they sat on together. Florian looked down with a raised eyebrow for a moment, but Dominik responded only with a small hum and a faint frown, attention solely on his phone.

A new text message.

From Trent.

Trent

-Missing you.

Now it was Dominik's turn to raise an eyebrow, wondering what the hell could have caused such a text. It wasn't like Dominik told the now Madridista to fuck off to Spain and break his heart.