The party that ensued after Charles's win was unlike any celebration he had ever had before. He was definitely very gluttonous but simply blamed it on the excitment. His excuse was that it was his home race and his first time winning it. An excuse not very many people challenged.
The Ferrai team indulged in excessive drinking and eating, rich meals accompanied by exotic wines and champagnes. The celebration was immense and the whole time Charles was the centre of attention, suddenly finding himself showered in congratulations from his team, including Carlos who was especially happy to see Charles victorious.
The celebration lasted long into the night of Monaco, the excitement from the start of the grand prix seeming to have doubled after Charles's win. The streets were alive, every team visiting the the garage just to congratulate Charles. He accept them all with a wide smirk and open arms but then one man came to also add his congratulations to the list... A man who a drunk Charles Leclerc couldn't help but gawk at slightly and blush.
Max walked over to Charles with a wide smile and took him into a tight hug, patting his back and chuckling.
"I'm so proud of you!" Max said in praise as he examined Charles's face wich was flushed due to the alcohol but also because of Max himself...
Charles chuckled drunkenly in reply, patting Max on the shoulder mainly to keep himself upright. "Thanks..." he managed to get out, receiving a look from Max who observed his state. "Perhaps you've drank too much..." Max says in observation as he moves Charles's arm over his shoulder to support him more, accidently moving the two closer together. Max realised what he had done and tried to readjust the two so they weren't so close but he was still supporting Charles. The Monégasque man saw this and smirked, leaning in close to Max so their bodies clashed together. "Scared of a little contact, Maxie?" he asked teasingly, his eyes firmly locked with Max's. The Dutchman felt challenged by this but decided to stifle his competitive side. "You're really drunk" Max said with a smirk, pushing his emphasis onto the word 'really' as he looked at Charles like a disapproving father. Charles waved a dismissive hand. Max simply chuckled before gently moving away from Charles, watching him have to lean against a wall for support.
Reluctant to leave, Max eventually gives a subtle wave goodbye before turning and leaving the garage.
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Purple - Lestappen
FanfictionLovers, rivals and friends are all stages Max and Charles have experienced and, much to their confusion, lovers seems to be the one they return too the most. Whether it's drunk confessions, arguments in the heat of the moment that lead to apologies...
