"WE WON! HOLY SHIT WE WON!"
Nila was caught under the shower of champagne that was being sprayed in her direction. The Giants had just defeated the Patriots in one of the biggest upsets in Super Bowl history. Several of the guys at the party were jumping up and down, and these were big guys. Nila was afraid they'd break the floor. In the meantime, she wiped the champagne from her eyes, her Shockey jersey already drying up. Luckily, she hadn't gotten the full on spray of the champagne.
Nila looked like a tomboy compared to how the other girls at the armed forces club looked, in her dragon cargo pants, her Giants jersey, and her Giants camoflague hat covering her shoulder-length, chocolate brown hair. She wasn't in full on war-paint, like she did for Yankees games, but Nila's blue eyes were accented by the dark and sky blue eye shadow she had on for the occasion. But underneath the slightly baggy clothing, her body was quite toned from years of sports, martial arts, and recently, Krav Maga.
Suddenly, Nila was grabbed by one of the wounded Marines and spun around, her feet lifted off the floor. Nila started laughing, and she was finally put down, seeing who had picked her up. It was Leo, one of the guys who, like her, had been very animated during the game.
"This is the happiest day of my life," he said, starting to break out into tears.
"Please don't cry. You cry, I am going to have to hug you and then I'd probably start crying as well," Nila said, patting Leo's arm, and with a huge smile on her face.
Leo laughed and hugged Nila again. Leo was a big guy, compared to Nila's tiny frame. He was Puerto Rican, and she could see the tattoos on his slightly tan body through his shirt—Leo, unfortunately, had been caught in the direct line of the champagne, so he was soaked to the skin. He was a nice guy, a bit bigger than Nila's type in terms of his body, but he still had a kind face, a great smile, and sweet, puppy-brown eyes. His hair was shaved close to his head, as most military guys had their hair, and champagne was rolling off the fuzz.
"Oh man, now I don't want to drive home, I am too amped up!" Leo commented.
"Wait, you have to drive home tonight? After all of this?" Nila asked, disbelieving.
"Yeah, and I really don't want to. But I also am not sure if I have to be out of the hotel by tonight or tomorrow. I also still need to pack up."
"Dude, that sucks. But I can offer a helping hand with the packing, and perhaps a place to stay."
"Cool! I may need some help with the packing," Leo said, smiling.
Nila took a swig from the champagne bottle being passed around, and smirked. People were breaking out the cigars, and starting to take the excitement to the street, hollering out on the balcony.
"Well, let me know when you want the help," she said, passing him the bottle.
Leo took a swig, wiped his mouth and said, "Let's go take care of that now, get it out of the way."
"Alright. Lead the way," Nila said.
Leo headed towards the stairs, going up to the 3rd floor, Nila close on his heels. They ran into a couple of people on the way up to where he was staying.
"I've never been up to any of the rooms here before. I've just been in the main areas, where they hold the parties," Nila commented.
"They are small rooms, I warn you," Leo said as he opened up the room he was staying in.
