Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Charles Leclerc [Drunk]

A/N A little bit of drunk Charles to kill the time until the sprint race. Any wild or not so wild assumptions about what will happen or who is going to win?

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The end of the season is a point where everyone can finally relax, no need to worry about the performance of the team or for the drivers to worry about their own performance. An evening where the drinks are flow and where the night doesn't seem to end. Since I am working for RedBull I am allowed to attend this party too and I am still not sure if this is a good thing or not. But I know that my brother Daniel would have forced me to come here if there would have been any sign I am not coming.

At the beginning most of the drivers where walking around in groups but now they are spread over the whole location and in addition the F2 drivers arrived, mixing the ages and the borders between F1 and the supporting series. I was with him at the start of this party, drinking with Daniel and Max to celebrate the title of the dutchman and danced with several people just for fun.

For the moment I am alone, well until:

"Little Ricciardo!" With this almost euphoric exclamation Charles wraps his arms around me and pushes himself against me. Confused I look at him and decide just to hug him back. Not that I have any idea why Charles is cuddling with me, but I just accept my fate.

"Uhm, hey?" I greet the Monegasque who does not seem to let go of me in the next minutes. My gaze wanders over to Carlos who accompanies his teammate and probably knows why Charles is literally glued to my body right now.

"He really wanted to see you and since I fulfilled my babysitter duties, I leave him with you."

"Carlos..." I try to protest but the Spaniard disappears as quick as he has appeared, leaving me alone with a drunk Charles who is still closely cuddled to me and hasn't moved a centimetre.

"Come, lets sit down." Carefully I detach Charles clamp grip and lead him to one of the big sofas of this outdoor bar which are placed in a few places for people to sit down. I place Charles on one of these and put down my drink on the little table.

"What did you want from me?" I ask Charles, who looks around with a dreaming expression in his eyes. It seems like he is already tipsy, probably drunk from celebrating the end of the season.

"Hm?"

"Carlos said you really wanted to see me."

"I don't know anymore." Charles shrugs his shoulders and grabs, before I can stop him, my glass, sips at it before he takes a big gulp.

"These tastes great. I want one too." The glass is quickly placed back on the table and Charles stands up, stumbling to the side because he wants to walk over to the bar, but I pull him back at this hand and get the Monegasque to sit on the sofa again.

"I think you had enough." The glassy eyes and the missing ability to walk straight are the perfect signs for me that Charles had enough alcohol for this day, but he doesn't seem to see this the same way.