𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 || 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐕. 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

After the race and the big champagne celebration on the podium, everyone except Solana had to meet afterwards for a post-race debrief.

Solana took this as her opportunity to head on over to the hotel to get a head start on getting ready for tonight's celebration after Red Bulls big win.

After some time of changing into different outfits, Solana had found the perfect outfit for a night of clubbing.

She wasn't quite sure what the dress codes for the night clubs in Saudi Arabia were so, she settled with a black dress and silver heels.

Solana checked the time stamp on her phone and saw that it was already midnight so, she finished a few last details to her appearance before she heard a series of knocks at her hotel door. She already knew who it was.

She grabbed her black clutch off of the couch in the living room area and placed her phone inside of it before approaching the front door, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

Solana pulled open the door to reveal Max standing on the other side, patiently waiting for her.

"Hi. Are you ready?" Solana questioned Max as if she were the one waiting on him.

"Yeah." Max stated, a bit distracted as he took in her appearance. He wanted to compliment her, but a part of him thought that she would find it weird and the whole night would be ruined because of him. He had a habit of thinking he ruined everything.

The pair entered the elevator and made their way down to the lobby floor where Daniel was already waiting for them so that they could all travel to the club together.

"Have you ever been clubbing here?" Max curiously questioned her.

"Is it weird that I haven't? I mean, I guess not as much, seeing as I wasn't even at the legal drinking age when I last visited here." Solana informed Max, causing him to lightly chuckle.

"No, not weird at all." Max reassured her.

"Are the clubs here any good?" Solana questioned Max. She'd been to a few clubs outside of the country before, but they were always so different from one another. It was honestly a hit or miss with them.

"The one we're going to is pretty decent. We usually go there to celebrate after a race. I think the only complaint people usually have is the music." Max informed Solana as the elevator came to a slow halt before the doors slid open to reveal the lobby.

"It's hard to find a club with decent music nowadays." Solana stated in discontent. She loved music almost more, if not equally, as much as her job.

Solana and Max turned the corner of the hallway only to see Daniel sitting in the lounge area of the lobby attentively scrolling through social media on his phone.

"We're not late are we?" Solana questioned Daniel upon approaching him, causing him to look up at her from his phone.

"No. I just got down here not too long ago." Daniel reassured her as he stood up from his seat.

"Woah, are you sure you want to walk to the club in those heels?" Daniel questioned Solana, concerned for her well being as he imagined the painful blisters on his own feet.

"I've literally hiked in heels before, I'm fine. Besides, the club is just a straight shot down." Solana dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand, referring to days at work where an actor would have no time to take off their shoes because they had to rush to a different filming location.

"You won't be walking in a straight line once the nights over." Daniel jokingly stated, causing Solana to erupt in laughter and even Max to chuckle alongside her.