World Cup [larry stylinson a.u.]

2.0

THE CAB

I’ve never seen an airport as crowded as it is right now. Everyone is very loud and the mix of languages is actually amazing. You can see people from all around the world and they are all wearing their country’s football jerseys, except by me. I should get one.

I check on some hot guys as I walk to the place where I’m supposed to get a car. I bump into a lot of people before I finally get to the counter, “Hello,” I check if the fat guy who seems to be in charge speaks English.

“Let me guess, you need a car,” he speaks with a weird accent.

“You guessed correct, I’m trying to get to Ipanema.”

“As you can see, we are over capacity right now,” he brings the bad news, “Next car will be available in, at least, an hour and a half.”

“Shit,” I curse out loud, “Any other places where I can get a car faster?”

“You can always pick a taxi outside but I wouldn’t recommend that.”

I sigh, “Okay, then I guess I’ll have to wait.”

“I just gave the last car available to that guy,” he points to our left, “You could also try to share it with him. He is alone as well.”

“Oh,” I turn to stare at the guy he mentioned. If I had any hopes left, they just went away really fast.

“What you looking at?” The tourist smirks. Shit.

“Hey, buddy,” the man calls him, “This guy needs a ride. You are both alone, would you mind sharing it?”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll wait for the next car,” I answer as soon as I can, before he turns the proposition down.

“Let me think about it,” he looks at me from my feet to my face, “Yeah, I guess we could share.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m going to get the next one,” I ignore the tourist and turn to the Brazilian guy.

“Are you sure? Two hours,” he reminds me.

“Fica tranquilo,” the tourist speaks Portuguese, “He’ll come with me. We know each other.”

“Beleza,” the guy says and I can guess, by the tone he used, that it means something similar to Great.

“Plot twist, homo, huh?”

“Don’t ever call me that again,” I glare at him but he doesn’t seem to care, “I’m being serious.”

“Who would have guessed it? I’m the one to save you after all.”

“I didn’t mind waiting,” I answer with a tone.

“But the sun is still out, mate. You don’t wanna miss the chance to check on the girls at the beach. Picture it, hot Brazilian chicks wearing bikinis. That’s the kind of stuff you are into, right? Boobs and curves,” he laughs.

I ignore him again and we both follow the guy who will take us to our car.

“Say it,” he asks, “Say it loud and clear for me to hear it.”

“What are you even saying?” I roll my eyes.

“You know, come on, say it. I bet your momma raised you good.”

“I’m lost.”

“The magic words, come on,” he seems so painfully happy I just wanna punch his face.

“Abracadabra?”

“Thank you, you ass,” he bursts out, “Thank me for sharing my ride with you.”