LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

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SIXTY SIX

"Brazil, why do you have my face on a shirt?"

Romain Grosjean laughed to himself as he approached his young friend, seeing the cocky smirk that resided upon her youthful face, her dark eyebrows wiggling up and down as she watched his face fill with a beaming smile.

"Well, I'd rather have your face on a shirt instead of Gunther... but I lost a bet with Kevin."

Larissa Kimi Cohen giggled as she noticed the French man getting closer to her, pulling her in to a hug, nestling herself comfortably in to his side.

The Brazilian smiled as the Grosjean man moved so that he was behind her, placing his chin on to the top of her head, his arms draping loosely over her shoulders as they waited for their Danish friend, who was supposed to be arriving at a café at any moment.

The both of them knew the state that he would be in. Hungover as shit.

Whilst Romain had been sensible the night before and left the bar after three drinks, Larissa and Kevin had stayed until closure and then drank more at Kevin's house, so they both knew that the Magnussen man would be suffering due to his severe hangover.

Then twenty minutes later than their supposed meeting time, a blonde haired man approached them, dark sunglasses over his eyes and a large hooded sweatshirt which helped block out most of the light from his face. The man came to a halt in front of the two friends and released a groan, making them erupt in to a fit of giggles.

"If you're like this now, I wish that I could have seen you last night." Romain laughed, patting his friend on his shoulder.

"He gave a lap dance to a police officer." Larissa giggled happily, having spent eighteen hours the previous day, drinking with him.

"Footage?"

"Lots."

Romain released a gasp of excitement, grabbing a hold of the Brazilians phone so that he could scroll through the footage from their drunkenness.

"At least I don't have his face on a shirt." Kevin's voice was croaky, sounding as if he had never used it before, the smallest of smirks upon his lips.

"It could be worse... could be your face." Larissa grinned as she watched the mouth of the Danish man drop open in shock, the man surging forwards to try and tickle her in punishment.

Kevin Magnussen released a squeal as he missed his target and fell forwards, his drunkenness and hangover playing its part when his hands failed to catch him, hitting the ground with a harsh thud.

Larissa and Romain immediately crouched on to the ground as they began to wheeze and laugh, their little friend group providing nothing but comfort and laughter which always helped the Cohen girl through her darkest of times.

It was times like this when she forgot about everything that she had been through, when she could just be a young and care free woman being happy with her friends.

She loved them.

Kevin Magnussen and Romain Grosjean. Two idiots that made her smile just by being themselves.

She knew that for as long as they were friends, she would be happy.

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"Joey!"

Mark Webber shouted as he ran as fast as he could to catch up to his Larissa, having seen her leaving her car as she parked up, grabbing her bag and running to towards a restaurant.