——— Today 12.46 ———
looks like you had fun
last night! when will you take
the plane home?——— Today 12.56 ———
I'm sure I did. I have to admit
that I don't quite remember
everything tho. 🥲And about taking the
plane home... not just yet.LMAO. I saw Carlos's story.
hope you didn't drink like Lando...
because, shit, that guy needs to
set some damn boundaries.Well, I got pretty wasted...
which resulted into some funny
business.uhhh, what?
There was a slight
inconvenience about me
being too drunk to remember
the name of my hotel. Max
couldn't be reached. So, Pierre
took me with him to his hotel.
We slept (I repeat, SLEPT) in
the same bed.And it was fine. He was
sweet. I'm going to Marseille
with him today.MELENA.
do you happen to still
be drunk?you told me that you'd stay
CLEAR of men, INCLUDING
Pierre fucking Gasly. and
now you're telling me you're going
to Marseille with him. is this a
date? like, imagine how confused
I am.We're going as friends, Val.
And I'm telling you the truth
when I say that nothing
happened between him and I
last night.how does Max feel
about this?I'll find out soon enough.
On my way back to the hotel
right now. I'll see him there.hmmm.
What? 🙄
nothing. I'm just slightly
suspicious.FINE. And bye.
still, keep me updated. he's
so planning on making his
move on you.Whatever you please, miss.
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With Pierre behind her, Melena opened her hotel room with her key card. It was exactly the way she'd left it before the party— shoes in the middle of the room, sheets pulled back, some clothing hung over the lounge chair. She packed quickly, at times sharing a tense look with Pierre, who would then stupidly smile to himself.
After leaving the room in a decent state, Melena knocked on her brother's room, which was conveniently next door. Max was relieved to see her whole and well, not much later pulling Pierre in for that weird one-armed-hug-slash-shoulder-bump that men so often do.