Spotlight

22

It was way past midnight as I jumped up and down, one arm lazily slung around Yuki's shoulders and the other raised into the air, swaying to the beat of the stereotypical heavy bass club music. As as tradition would have it me and some of the others were out clubbing post race day. I was drinking away my sorrows and the rest were enjoying a well deserved reward after a hard weekend of work and little rest.

My mood was somewhat somber but I drowned the blues with booze. I let myself flee into the intense rush of partying in f1-style. The drinking of the night had been especially immature, I had been mixing all kinds of liquor. Almost guaranteeing myself a hangover from hell for the morning after.

My right hand was still covered in a big ugly white gauze wrap to protect the new stitches, new ones because I had torn the first ones while trying to prove just how capable I was of racing. I had been desperate show my ability to race, however merely driving the sim had me tearing almost all of the stitches before I was told to get off it. It felt like the doctor stomped on my heart when he shook his head no in response to my hopeful expression.

Christian had tried to give me a speech of how my time would come and how the team supported me always and especially through the tough times. Not that I listened to him anyway.

It should have been my day. I had qualified in second on my track. To say I was gutted was a severe understatement. I was so mad at myself and I was furious at Max. The motherfucker had ruined my chances of a good result. I hated him.

The chunky bandage clashed with my short red dress and matching heels. The dress kept riding my my thighs as I bounced to the music but I was way beyond caring. I had worn the dress for a reason but I was past the sobriety required to remember my reason and only found myself annoyed at the way to obvious looks I was receiving and the way it stuck to my sweat coated skin. It was fucking hot in the club.

I had been searching the crowds for the past hour, looking for the messy head of dark hair and sexy cologne that was Charles. We had become something along the lines of friends with benefits. However the lines of our platonic relatiship were slowly blurring. Wether it was attraction or something else that seemed to make us gravitate towards each other had yet to be discovered and I was fine with that.

"You look sexy tonight!" I whipped my head around to be faced with none other than Carlos Sainz standing awkwardly on the dance floor. "Iiiiiiiii thank you" I squealed, yep I was that drunk. I took my arm off Yuki and almost instantly fell onto Carlos who stood ready to catch me. "And you're drunk too" He commented with a grin and a disapproving shake of his head.

"My hermano is brooding over by the bar and I figured you could cheer him up"

With that I spun on my unpractically high heal and headed towards the red lit bar. Seeing the sexy Ferrari driver sitting in the dim red light suddenly made me remember why I had chosen that dress specifically, so he could take it off me by the end of the night.

"Hey darl' " I smiled and slid onto the leather barstool next to him. "Hey party girl"

"You're cute" I grinned happily and leaned forward to mush his cheeks together with my left hand. I felt happy. Warm, drunk, happy and fuzzy. He raised an eyebrow in response and I took the hand off his cheeks but let it linger on his arm.

The Dj changed the song, making me shiver with nostalgia.
She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, had liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

"Why are you in the bar? You said this was your song yeah?" His smile was charming and I grinned happily at him remembering our talk from our first night out together before not thinking about the words that came blubbering out from my mouth. "Yeah but not really because it's my favorite song like ever more so because he told me I was his muse for it after we had sex in his backstage room after a concert"