PARTNERS || MAX VERSTAPPEN

II

"Kiss kiss kiss kiss!!"

I was staring into his eyes. He wasn't saying anything but he didn't even need to. We both didn't want this. And just before the others put even more pressure on us, Lando saved the situation.

"Guys, I think I have to-" He put both hands over his mouth, signalizing that he has to throw up. The attention was on him and I used that to pull him up with me.

"We'll be right back!" He still had his hands over his mouth and we practically ran out of the room. As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I wanted to help him but he stood there. Grinning.

"Wait. You don't have to...?"

"Nope, just saved you from Max."

I let out a laugh and shook my head. "Well, thank you, Lando. Not bad."

He did a theatrical bow and laughed with me. "Did you really like the massage, though?"

"Surprisingly, yeah. But I didn't think that it would be him."

"Oh? Then who did you hope for?" He was drunk but sober enough to have a conversation.

Before I could answer that question we heard Charles from outside.

"Everything alright in there??"

I acted quickly, pointed Lando to sit on the edge of the bathtub, and act sick. Then I opened the door.

"Everything's alright. Lando just feels sick."

"Well, did he throw up?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he did. He had too many drinks today."

Charles chuckled and took a look into the bathroom. "You going to be okay, mate?"

Lando showed him a thumbs up, putting on a sick face and a weak smile.

"I'll get back to the others then. If you need anything call me." He smiled and then went back to the others.

I closed the door again and chuckled. "Wow, we really deserve Oscars for this performance."

"Lando?"

He looked really sick now and in the next second he threw up for real. In the toilet, though. Not on the floor. I pat his back and helped as much as I could. When he was done, I helped him to get up and to wash his face and mouth. After drying his face with the towel he looked at me like a sad puppy. 

"You want to go home?" I asked, taking the towel again. 

"Yes, please." 

I really had to hold back not to laugh, because Lando was really a person who couldn't tolerate alcohol. 

"Alright, let's get out of here." I helped him to get up and we left the bathroom, stopping by the room where the others were. 

Thankfully, Charles noticed us immediately and I signalised him that we're leaving the party. They were in the middle of a game, so I didn't want to interrupt. 

We slowly went down the stairs and I warned Lando about not throwing up in my car. He promised to be good, so I'll be curious how long that will last. 

Going back between the crowd where everyone was still dancing, I really had to give my best not to lose Lando. Everyone was completely drunk and the air was horrible. 

As we got outside, cold air hit us in the face. It was refreshing but also another throw up attack for Lando. How much did he drink that I didn't notice it? Luckily, I had tissues with me so he could wipe his face. After getting him to the car, I noticed that my bag wasn't with me.