Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 20- Burn

Oscar:
Lando's dragging me to this stupid party thing tonight, says that i 'need to get out more' and that i should 'socialise with the other drivers'. I do socialise. With him, Logan, and the occasional Alex. Plus, drivers parades and press conferences make it a bit difficult to not socialise. So take THAT, Lando. I didnt say that to his face, of course. I just nodded and responded with a weak 'sure'. I mean, after how shit the start of our season has been, a little party cant hurt, right?

Lando messaged me the details of the party earlier, a popular club that apparently the drivers go to every year, just a few minutes from my hotel. He said that hes getting there at 10, which means i wont have to be there for at least another 20 minutes after. Thank the heavens. Right now, im stood in front of my bathroom mirror, trying to decide if i want to leave. I'll enjoy it. No i wont. I might enjoy it? I take a deep breath, running my hands through my hair and spray some aftershave on. I double check my outfit, not that i care that much. Its just some blue jeans and a loose black tee, paired with some air forces. I know what clubs are like, and i dont wanna ruin any of my good shoes. Checking my watch, i grab my keys and phone and make my way to the club, already regretting my decision to join Lando.

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After about 10 minutes of walking, im ushered in by the bouncer and am now walking to where i can see lando and a few of the others. Some of the team are here and i smile to them as i pass, some already clearly intoxicated.

"Ahhhh, here he is." Lando exclaims, clasping my shoulder. "Everyone, Oscar. Oscar, everyone." he says, pointing from me to the table of drivers.

"Mate, we've all met before." George chuckles from the corner of the table.

"Right. Of course" Hes so had a few drinks already.

"Thanks anyways, lando." I awkwardly smile at him as i take a seat next to Charles.

"Hes had a few, clearly," i say to break the silence.

"More than a few. I think the shit car is getting to him." Carlos laughs.

"God, dont get me started."

"You want one?" charles asks, pushing a tray of shots towards me.

"I'm not really a drinker. Thank you, though." i respond, giving him a small smile.

"Thats good. At least you're not gonna be like him." he laughs, nodding his head to where lando is currently dancing around Alex, who has a hand full of drinks.

We all talk for a while, Lando calming down for a bit before someone brings up a drinking game (He loses every single round). Even though earlier I regretted coming here, its not actually that bad. I could see myself doing it more often, especially after realising that all the other drivers are just normal people like me. Lando's eyes light up as he reads something on his phone.

"Be right back." he says as he gets up and goes towards the entrance of the club.

"What's he doing now?" George groans in front of me.

We all just shrug our shoulders, thinking hes gone to phone someone or something, god knows to be honest. He could be doing anything.

My head shoots up as i hear lando laughing with a woman, and then i whip my head back to the table when my eyes spot Eliana. You've got to be fucking joking me. Why is she here? I can hear them as they get closer and my eyes attach to a shot on the table. Fuck it. I will take that drink. I think to myself, grabbing the shot and downing it.

"Not really a drinker, huh? What changed?" Charles grins at me.

"Something in the air." i respond, a smirk on my face as i take the one hes handing me and down that one as well.