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when georgie had signed the contract for man city and played that first game in september, nothing would have truly prepared her for where the season would lead. of course, playing for one of the best teams meant the high possibility of going far, but winning the grand final? not only that, but being one of their goal scorers for the fucking grand final? georgie was elated, floating so high she wasn't sure she could truly feel anything. it felt like a dream, but at the same time she'd always expected herself to go this far. she straddled numbness and confidence in a strange fashion, shedding tears as she was interviewed and then as she went back to her hotel room to get ready for the team's night out, she found herself staring into space for twenty minutes after her shower.
eventually she'd gotten herself together, blow-drying her hair and throwing together an outfit of the clothes her mother had left in her room, all supplied by brands she didn't know. she'd settled on a thin burgundy jumper, a leather skirt and boots, more feminine than she usually dressed but paired with a loose, messy pony, she still felt like herself.
the team had a night out planned, one she'd been let in on after being added to another group chat she wasn't a part of initially. they were intending to celebrate at a booked out bar and then head from there to a nightclub. her mother had met her in the hotel room soon after she'd gotten ready, tutting at her choices and tugging down the jumper so it sat revealing her shoulder and black bra strap. she'd then come with her to the bar, her dutiful manager who was so proud of her daughter.
georgie had gone where she was expected, smiling and cheering on their team captain. she'd blushed and then yelled out boisterously when she'd gotten a special spotlight in their coach's speech and she'd taken one of the pints of beer they were handing out, only to feel her phone buzz in her pocket. her heart stopped at the sight of the emoji on the screen, just a football, but she knew exactly who was texting her. don't drink. meet me at the archetype hotel. the next text that followed was a room number. she'd thought about elise, of course, but she hadn't expected to hear anything from the other girl. she figured she'd more likely want to avoid talking and not give georgie the room to gloat.
instantly, her mind went back to that first night they'd meet. she'd been drunk and now elise wanted to see her and didn't want her to be drunk. did it mean... she didn't know why she was overthinking it. it was obvious, what she meant. either elise wanted to sleep with her or she wanted to kill her. and the thought of either made her feel more alive than she had in weeks. she texted back a simple 'okay' and left it at that.
so, she did as asked, she abandoned her beer, she made nice until she could finally make a break for it, her mother tied up in conversation with some big wig so she wouldn't notice her slipping out. georgie was an adult, she could go wherever she wanted. so she got a taxi, her whole body awake with anticipation on the drive over. it felt like she was wandering around mindlessly until she finally found herself leaving the elevator, triple checking the room number before she knocked on the door, holding her breath as she waited. when it opened, she only managed a meek greeting. "i didn't think you'd be interested in congratulating me."