Myra and Coco arrived at the hotel in Milan at 11:30 pm local time and decided that instead of going out as Colette had originally suggested, (she didn't understand the concept of exhaustion) they would stay in the hotel. And although the taller blonde girl attempted to drag the reluctant brunette out into the city for "just a little walk to explore" Myra had other plans. Which included a nice hot bath, a face mask, and a good book. Not that she wasn't one to party or anything, (Myra was known for partying even a little too much) she was just tired and wanted to be ready for the hours and hours of mind numbing meetings and event prep that they had ahead of them for the next morning.
"Come on Myra! We're in Milan! I want to go clubbinggggg!" Colette whined as she fruitlessly attempted to drag Myra off the bed by her ankle.
"Coco if we go clubbing you'll never get up In the morning." she responded rationally, army crawling back up towards her pillows.
"But we're only here for two nights! Day after tomorrow we're leaving for that stupid race thingy." she cried, throwing herself down beside her exhausted best friend who just sighed,
"We'll go tomorrow night I promise." She held up her pinky, causing the other to perk up a little.
"Really!?" she intertwined their pinkies, giving Myra a look that told her she wasn't getting out of this one.
"Promise. And by the way last time we talked about 'that race thing' you were jumping up and down with excitement." Myra reminded her, leaning her head on her hand.
"Yeah but that was before I realized that we have to walk around all day! How come we're even going!?" Colette sniffed, rolling onto her back for dramatic effect. Myra chuckled.
"do you want the actual answer to that or was it rhetorical?" Colette shot her a sharp look and Myra shrugged. "Hey I never know with you," that earned her a pillow in the face, prompting her to chuck said pillow right back at her best friend.
"AGHCK!" Colette screeched, tumbling off the bed dramatically.
"Karm-AHH!" another pillow came flying at Myras face and would have hit her square in the nose had her hand not shot up a millisecond before it did. "HEY!" she threw the pillow back over the bed, hearing a noise of discontent as she assumed it landed on Cocos head.
"That's it... PILLOW FIGHT!!!!!" Colette lunged up from the opposite side of the bed that she had fallen off of, wielding another mysteriously acquired pillow.
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A day later the pair of atrociously hungover girls climbed into a helicopter on their way to Imola. They had spent the day before briefing with the company they were to represent at the Grand Prix that weekend, and then after four hours of fittings and trying on outfits they had gone out to party until the wee hours.
"ugh I swear if we make one more sharp turn I am going to lose my breakfast!" Colette groaned, resting her head on the helicopters window. Myra just patted her back gently, attempting to hold back her own sick by keeping her mouth as shut as physically possible.
"We will be landing in approximately fifteen minutes so please keep your breakfast In until then." the pilot said, glancing back at the girl who was slowly getting greener by the second. Usually Myra and Colette wouldn't have been so affected, but the combination of going to bed at one thirty in the morning after two bottles of champagne and a bottle of vodka between the two of them mixed with getting up at four am had really taken a toll on the two girls. So when the helicopter touched down in Imola fifteen minutes later, Colette sprinted off to the nearest bathroom, leaving Myra to find their driver by herself. A moderately easy task considering the man standing by a sleek black Ferrari purosangue holding up a sign with her and Cocos names on it.
"Hello. I am Myralina." she said, showing the conductor her id to be sure he knew who she was. "My companion should be out shortly." she continued, as he opened her door for her and loaded her suitcases into the back with a curt and professional nod, not a talker I guess. she thought.
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When they got to their hotel both girls flopped onto the beds, completely spent. But they didn't have long to rest. They were supposed to be picked up and taken to the race track at 9:00am and it was already 8:30. The girls ate a quick snack that had been prepared and left for them as a welcome gift before touching up their makeup and rushing out the door. The same man was waiting when they emerged from the hotel at 9:05. "this way" he said, helping them into his car. When they arrived at the circuit they thanked the chauffeur before scanning their passes and entering the paddock where they were greeted by the Ferrari press manager. Yep you guessed it, the brand they were currently representing had done a deal with Ferrari and so they were there to support the team for the F1 weekend.
"Hello! Thank you for coming! Right this way. My name is Francesca and if you need anything feel free to ask me." She smiled warmly as she guided them towards the Ferrari Hospitality building. As they passed the other Teams buildings Myra looked through the windows, attempting to see everything she possibly could, there was nothing particularly interesting until they passed the McLaren building, was that? No... It couldn't be, it was impossible. But no, it wasn't impossible, there it was. Staring right at her. A Giant banner plastered with the face of the one and only Lando(n)Norris.
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