Moin, moin ^^

Author: Sneaker
Topic: DFB-Elf / Soccer
Pairing: pig ski (indicated)
Genre: humor / slash
Rating: PG 14
Disclaimer: nothing mine - only idea is me ^^
Comment: tjoar uh ... I like it very much, even if it took me to figure out the words ne FF O___O "
Given words: (from a friend) strawberries, passed out, fireworks

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Choice, Truth or Dare?

"Hey Micha, do you think the trainer is so excited when we move our party to your room instead of going to bed?", Lukas asked doubtfully. His captain was already pretty tired and shook his head: "Oh, we can't stand up tomorrow anyway - it doesn't matter when we sleep!"

The striker grinned. "You might, but I'm still sober!"

"That can change, so come on - we have a bit of something left in the fridge upstairs," replied Ballack and walked - for his standards - very straight towards the hotel room that he shared with Torsten.It wasn't a luxury, but at least it was enough for a couple of beds, a refrigerator and company.
The Pole shrugs and followed the captain.

Beside Lukas Bastian was of course still there - Odonkor didn’t miss the whole thing, like the "carpenters" and Manuel Friedrich. Summa sumarum was done by six people who continued to celebrate with a lot of music and a few beers in one of the hotel rooms.

"Have you been to the Oktoberfest?" Asked Manuel Friedrich, turning to Schweinsteiger.
"Joar ... the other day!" He replied.
"Yes, recently ... Speaking of Wiesn: when I was there with you, Basti, I was already wondering how you actually write the plural of Maß?", Poldi suddenly asked. However he came to ask such a question now ...
"Uh ..." began the midfielder.
There was a short silence before he said something again: "Oa measure, two measure, three measure ...?"
"Yes, and after the fourth it doesn't matter anyway, swine?"Suddenly he had an absolutely brilliant idea that he wanted to share with everyone in order to distract from his poor knowledge of German.
"Hee ~ h, come on, we're going to play a round of elections, White-... no, wait ..." Pig's articulation skills left something to be desired in his current state.
"Choice, Truth or Dare!" He finally growled after a minute.

'It can't hurt if I get to know my comrades a little better,' thought Lukas and willingly sat down on the floor between Bastian and Torsten. Ballack took his place next to the man from Bremen, even if at first he was more on top of him than next to him. Manuel Friedrich sat next to Basti and the last seat remained free for David.

"Eh ... we need another bottle ...", Torsten gloriously remembered and jumped up to grab one of the empty coke bottles, because something else would have dripped from the beer bottles onto the valuable carpet can."Well, now", Basti agreed with the man from Bremen, "Let's start!"

He turned the bottle and everyone waited anxiously until the good piece had turned out and pointed to Micha.

"Why does it always hit me?", He mumbled resignedly and waited for Basti to ask a question.

"Choice, truth or duty, Micha?" Smirked the midfielder.
"Truth ...", he grumbled and prepared in the next moment not to have taken anything else.

"Okay. Tell us something ... something embarrassing!" He demanded and Ballack scratched his head.
"Is that possible a little bit concise -... concise -... a little more precise?", He wanted to know and mumbled something to himself that sounded like "darn foreign words".
Schweini thought about it, and it looked more like he was slowly falling asleep before he said: "Until you shomma passed out?"

Okay, if Micha was embarrassed before, he was even more embarrassed now. He remembered that debacle in his first professional club too well ... well, at least before and after he passed out."Yes - and I would have been grateful if I hadn't reminded me of it now ..."
"Why?" Asked Schweini, not particularly intelligent.
"Because in addition to the players and the coach, about 20,000 other people witnessed it ..."

"Um ... yes ... you are", said the Bayern youngster and the captain of the national team turned the bottle.
While this fateful thing was still turning, most of them took a sip from the beer bottle that was standing next to them - actually all of them, except for Lukas.

"Uh ... Micha? Don't you have something in the fridge ... so I don't just have to watch you drink?" Asked Lukas, even before the bottle pointed to David Odonkor.

"Yes, uh ... a moment, I'll have a look and then set the task ..." he said and slowly walked slowly towards the refrigerator.

"So what do you want? We still have beer -..."
"Except for beer!" Poldi interrupted him.
"Okay, no beer ... and uh ... carrot juice (some grimacing), strawberries, tasteless yogurt, red grits or ... Jägermeister?"Ballack enumerated.

"If the strawberries haven't been standing for a week, bring them to me!" Said Lukas and was given a bowl of red fruit in front of his nose.
He grabbed one and tried - just to be on the safe side - first.
Okay, were edible.
He put them behind him to occasionally reduce the number of strawberries during the game.

"So, choice truth or dare?" Asked Micha finally.
"Duty", he said after some back and forth.
"Yes, yes, Manuel. Do you have something to hide?" Laughed David, which also made the others grin.
"Possibly," he replied before the captain finally got around to setting the task.
"So, look at that dear David ..." demanded Ballack and the person addressed followed the instructions somewhat confused. "Nice. And now you looked him in the eye and sang him 'a German love song - and every time the laughter began', had to start all over again", instructed Micha and could barely hold on to the idea and broke - like the others too - bursting with laughter.The only one who found it less funny was Friedrich himself.

After a lot of back and forth he finally came up with a song and looked at the person sitting next to him, Odonkor, with an iron face, he began:
"Damn I love you, I don't love you
Damn I need you, I don't need you
Damn I want you - I don't want you
I don't want to lose you! "by Matthias Reim. (Sorry, that had to be ^^) He actually did it the first time - and you could see clearly how embarrassing the whole thing was for him - despite the high alcohol level - was.

"Great, why didn't you become a singer instead of a footballer?" Grinned Torsten and toasted the serenade singer.
"Save the human race, please," said David with a grin, who had heard this 'love hymn' up close.

"The next one gets to feel my revenge", Manuel smirked before he turned the bottle and pointed it at Torsten.
"Oh, thank you for warning me," he muttered."Choice, Truth, or Dare?" Asked the defense attorney.
"I'll take a choice ... we haven't had that yet", Torsten grumbled and was curious to see how hard it hit him.

"Okay, either you sing the English national anthem or you play the balcony scene of Romeo and Juliet with someone else," grinned the other.
"Balcony scene", said Torsten, because unfortunately he didn't really have a choice.
The bottle turned again and this time it hit Lukas.
"Neiii ~ n - not me!" He howled when the Coke bottle undoubtedly determined him to be the second player.

"And I decide who is who!" Said Manuel happily and first pointed to Torsten: "HA! You are Julia", he grinned and the man from Bremen threw the young defender an angry look.
"Why isn't Poldi Julia?" Odonkor intervened.

"... Because Torsten ... has the longer hair!", Lukas said quickly, so that the parts weren't exchanged again.

Always laughing in amusement, Frings stood on the couch, which had to serve as a provisional balcony.Lukas stood directly in front of the misappropriated piece of furniture and there was about half a meter difference between the two players before the Werderan began to scrape together his little knowledge of this piece in order to create a text that was almost true to the original.

"Romeooo ​​~ oh my Romeo", he sighed theatrically and looked the Cologne man in the eye.
The bystanders definitely had fun at this stage-ready theatrical performance of the two.
"Why are you Romeo? Deny your mother ... uh your father and put '- ... reject' your 'name!" Frings put a hand on his colleague's shoulder, because otherwise he would have his balance with all the gestures would lose when he replies: "Julia, oh Julia" - and at the latest then they had to break off the scene. Hilarious what a little alcohol and a game could do to adult men.

Clapping his hands in front of his face, Torsten climbed down from his "balcony" and turned the bottle."Well, since I now know how it feels, first of all something less embarrassing," he announced and now it was David Odonkor's turn.

"So, pack it up, little one, what were the worst things you did in your childhood?" Winked Torsten and the half-Ghanaian thought for a moment before answering.

"I ... organized a fireworks display ... in the truest sense of the word ..." he grinned.
"Well, that's not unusual," said Basti after a long silence.
Lukas had already thought he had fallen asleep, but when he had a strawberry again, he saw that the bowl had pretty much emptied even without his intervention. So that's what the Bavarian had been doing the whole time - and without his noticing it.

"Well ... let's say the shot went off a bit backwards ..." David scratched his head, embarrassed.
"Yes?" Manuel urged impatiently.
"I ... uh ... ignited the rocket and burned my mother's rose bush", he finally said, "You wouldn't have wanted to experience them afterwards, I tell you!"He remembered his mother's lecture with awe.

"Basti - stop grinning! Next time it's your turn!", David finally said and gave the Coke bottle a little push.

"Lukas", said the other striker, "choice, truth -..."
"Duty!" Came like a shot from a