𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, o. piastri

xxxi. the monaco grand prix**

TW: spicy content ahead

28th may 2023, afternoon
monte-carlo, monaco

race day was in full swing. olivia smiled, greeting the papaya employees as she entered the garage. oscar had qualified p11 for the grand prix the previous day, just behind lando.

monaco was bright and vibrant. the paddock buzzing with excitement for the most iconic race in the formula 1 calendar.

"ready to race?" oscar jumped slightly from the sudden appearance of his best friend. olivia giggled.

"jeez— hi. yes i am darling."

"you're going to do amazing. i think i smell some points incoming." the brunette tugged him down into a quick hug. as they pulled away she managed to plant a light kiss on oscar's cheek.

oscar's face dusted a light pink as he watched olivia walk away.

p10! olivia wrapped her arms around the mclaren driver when he entered his driver room. "liv i'm all sweaty."

"i don't care! i told you i smelled points today."

"a point. singular."

"it's still a point!" oscar chuckled.

"this calls for celebration." olivia grinned, "which is great because we've been invited to a party."

oscar raised an eyebrow, "by who?"

"lando. he said max has invited everyone to some club and this time i'm not going without you." oscar winced and nodded. "now go shower. i'll meet you back at the hotel and we'll go together."

olivia hugged the australian goodbye before leaving. she caught a ride with charlotte back to the hotel, rushing to her room to get ready. she picked out a cropped black top with a mini skirt and black boots.

it wasn't long before there was a knock on her door. olivia discarded her highlighter on the vanity, skipping over and swinging the door open. oscar's eyes widened as they gazed over olivia's body.

"like what you see?" olivia smirked causing incoherent mumbles and a blush to overtake the australian. "come on in. i'm almost done."

olivia returned to her makeup, applying the finishing touches. meanwhile, oscar took her in. his eyes unable to look away from her. she looked hot.

"ready to go?" oscar shook his head, pulled back to reality.

"yeah. lando said to meet him downstairs."

the duo made their way to the lobby, waving to lando and carlos. they made their way to the grand doors, however, as they exited the hotel they were bombarded by flashing lights and sounds of cameras clicking as strange men yelled in their direction.

oscar immediately gripped the brunette's arm, who was shielding her face with her free hand. the mclaren driver pulled her close to himself as the four of them were guided by security through the paparazzi and to the car.

"what's with all the paps?" olivia huffed. she wrapped her arms around her bare stomach, all of a sudden feeling immediately self conscious and slightly violated.

oscar took notice of her tension, not wasting any time to slip his hand into her and squeeze. olivia met his eyes and gave him a smile of reassurance, moving close into him and leaning her head onto his shoulder.

the drive to the club wasn't long, everything in the small principality was pretty close. unfortunately, lando spotted a crowd of paparazzi waiting patiently outside the club entrance.