Drivers conferences could be some of the most unserious things that came from a race weekend.
Examples being:
Sebastian Vettel pushing Nico Rosberg's microphone closer to his mouth because Michael Schumacher told him to.
"You didn't listen! Can you repeat the question?"
The drivers throwing water over each other - Mika Hakkinen and Eddie Irvine.
"Kimi parties all the time...I think anyways."
"I'm sure there'll be an invite for the Torpedo." - "The Torpedo?" - "It's what Seb called him after China last year!"
"Top of the morning to ya Graham." - "I'm Scottish."
And so on, so forth...
Which is why Emilia loved them, she always had because it was usually the time most of the drivers were unhinged and allowed their intrusive thoughts to win.
She walked alongside Kimi as they were entered the room, her bottle of water in her hand as they spoke.
"How unhinged is this going to be?" Kimi asks, leaning into her to whisper to her as they grabbed seats next to each other.
"With Daniel, Lewis and Seb?" She laughs, leaning into him as well.
"Plus us two." Kimi grins.
"Chaos, Kimi. Pure chaos." She smirks.
"Oh is Kimi in a media mood today?" Lewis asks.
"Only because he's sat with Em." Sebastian adds.
"And welcome to the 2018 Spanish Grand Prix drivers press conference." Someone says. "We're joined by Kimi Raikkonen, Emilia Senna, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel."
Almost immediately, Emilia was turned slightly in her chair and chatting with Kimi.
Neither paying attention to what was happening around them.
The questions came flooding in, mostly aimed at Sebastian or Lewis since they had been the two title contenders the year before. Emilia just sat chatting in hushed whispers with Kimi, covering her microphone with her hand unless someone asked herself or Kimi a question.
Unhinged wasn't the word for the conference. Daniel just being himself and ended up dragging Emilia into his chaos and Emilia being Emilia managed to attract the idiots and sexist media members and kept having to asked for them to be removed because their questions got less and less appropriate.
People didn't care that she was a world champion, or that she was the daughter of Ayrton Senna, all they really cared about was that she was a woman in F1.
And to most idiots, that wasn't right.
Because F1 'was a man's sport' apparently.
Bunch of bullshit.
"Ugh!" Emilia groans, falling onto the sofa in the communal motorhome. "Seb, give me a pillow to scream into."
"It's always you attracting the idiots." Lewis laughs.
"Don't remind me." Emilia sighs.
"Bad time?" Max asks as he wonders inside.
"Awful time." Emilia sighs.
"Idiots?"
"Sexism mostly."
"Ah so the usual."
"Yeah, I'm only here because I like to suck dick."
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FanfictionAyrton Senna was a legend. His name spoken amongst the masses, funeral one of the biggest processions in the whole of Brazil, respected amongst many, name embarked in history... He had been a brilliant driver up to the time of his unexpected death...
