F1 Reader Inserts

Angel || LN4

Summary: Kingsday gets a little wild, in honour of Lando's nose.
Warnings: alcohol, injuries, blood
WC: 1.7k

Lando wasn't drunk, but he was by no means sober either. Everyone had warned him the Kingsday event was a marathon not a sprint so he was taking it slow, sipping his rum and coke out of the orange paper cup while the river boat cruised its course.

By midafternoon it was another story completely.

Martin had taken a break and let a playlist continue the party without him on the deck while he went in search of Lando. The British driver had reached the point of being tipsy and fallen into a state of drunkenness where he could no longer block out his intrusive thoughts. Everywhere he looked couples were dancing or making out and he couldn't help the despair of loneliness that separated him from the fun.

Leaning back on the cushions that covered the bow, Lando looked up to the bright blue sky and wondered why he couldn't find someone that loved him with the same passion he had. He was always the one to fall harder and knew it was why things didn't work out long-term.

The half empty cup was stolen from his hand and Lando lolled his head to see Martin drinking it dry. "No more for you, my friend. Smile! It's Kingsday: the sun is out and the music is loud."

"Sorry," Lando sighed, not quite able to muster up a real smile.

"What's wrong?" Martin dropped onto a cushion beside him and nudged his shoulder until Lando spilled the thoughts he was harbouring.

—

"These heels are killing me," you complained as they wobbled on the cobblestone. "Can we stop for a minute?"

There were groans from some of the guys in the group but their girlfriends silenced them. You smiled gratefully at your friends but knew they were in just as much pain after hours of drinking in the city for Kingsday. The thought of walking any further to the house party someone had invited everyone to nearly had you calling for a taxi, despite the chances of getting one next to nothing.

"Lennon said there will be tons of single guys at the party. In that dress you will totally pull a 10," Sarah said as she leaned back against the bridge rail and rolled each ankle to ease the ache.

You laughed at the statement and mirrored her position, careful not to drop the glass you had accidentally stolen from the last bar. "Getting laid isn't the problem, it's getting the guy to stick around afterwards."

"Relationships are overrated," she said, blowing a kiss to Lennon when he looked her way and raised a brow. "Not ours, baby."

You sighed longingly as they shared a smile. "I want what you guys have."

"Well then you better hurry up because the love of your life might just be waiting for you. Wouldn't want to miss that, would you?"

You rolled your eyes but decided that you would continue the walk barefoot and put your heels back on when you got to the house. Leaning against the rail, you balanced on one foot and reached for your heel just as a drunkard went flying past on his e-bike.

"Ah, shit!" you screamed as you lost your balance, toppling back over the rail and straight towards the murky water below.

—

Martin yawned as he listened to Lando's long winded explanation for why he was alone and all his friends were in relationships.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was putting you to sleep," he sassed.

"Well if you want some advice, from someone in a relationship, you're not helping yourself moping around. For starters, you need to get up," Martin encouraged as he rose to his feet and offered his friend a hand before the sunlight disappeared, the boat passing under one of the many bridges. "Love isn't going to just fall into your lap-"