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"Now that we've won the league," Nacho began.
"CAMPEONES! CAMPEONES!" Asensio and Morata began to chant.
Raphael joined the group, "We should have a proper party before everyone runs off home."
Everyone looked at him with surprise.
Dani wiped a fake tear, "Our boy is growing up. Yes, man, yes, I totally agree."
"We haven't been able to celebrate as much as we would have liked anyway," James said. "I vote for a good old dance-off at this party."
"Where should we host it?" Morata asked. "Last time we did at that restaurant where the paps got in and, man, I can't have that kind of stress again. My parents threatened to disown me for being that drunk, which was," he glared at Lucas, "not my fault."
"Chill, bro, you enjoyed yourself," Lucas laughed, "even if you can't remember most of it."
Marcelo raised a finger, "We could do it at one of our houses? Except not mine, I haven't cleaned it in ages."
"Mine is a pigsty these days," Nacho quickly said.
Asensio shook his head, "You don't even want to see mine."
"I know, isn't Raphael's house always spick and span?" Dani asked. "It has to be. Look at his locker space."
Everyone turned to look at the only clean locker space in the whole room. Everything was neatly stacked and organized with the precision of near-magic.
Raphael stopped them, "Uh no?"
"Uh yes," Sergio hugged him. "Thanks for the offer, Raphael. We'll be there tomorrow."
"You guys," Raphael groaned.
Jese put an arm around him, "Bestie, I'll help you. I've got a great sense of partying and you know, just general sexiness."
Karim made a jealous noise without even looking up from his phone, "Jese, don't steal my best friend. Even my girlfriend ships Raphael with me."
Cristiano and Gareth looked at each other and then looked away quickly. James groaned loudly, giving them the stink-eye.
Marcelo wondered aloud, "So, are we inviting any girls?"
"We don't know any girls," Danilo sobbed dramatically.
Sergio winked, "Speak for yourself, losers."
"Our Moms don't count," Danilo bit back.
"Oooh, snap!" Marcelo cheered at the drama. "But just in case someone's Mom likes me, just hit me up."
"Ugh, Marcelo."
"I'll bring the drinks," Kovacic told Raphael who had begun to write a list worriedly.
