The Racing Line | M.V.

13. Night Out

Liv spent most of the interview talking with Checo while the interviewers asked the most boring questions.

Whlie Checo was answering one of their questions though, she turned to Kimi "Kimi we are going out tonight, celebrating. You have to come, half the grid is coming" she whispered.

Kimi turned to her, after a moment in silence he finally said "I'll think about it".

"That's a yes if I've ever heard one" said Liv "I'll text you the name of the details once we get out of here".

Kimi only nodded before returning to zoning out for the remainder of the press conference.

Once Liv was simply tired of all the questions she stood up, not giving anyone a chance to say anything else "Thank you everyone, we're gonna go celebrate now" she said before dropping the microphone on the couch.

Checo chuckled as he stood up and followed her and even Kimi smiled, glad to be leaving the interview so early on.

Olivia went back to her hotel room, showered, then asked for some room service and ate her dinner while she got ready for the night. She wore a black short dress with an open back that cascaded down her back, golden heels and she was ready to go. Her hair was loose and wavy, her makeup was bronzy, natural and glowy, her lips were the perfect shade of red. Not too dark, not too bright. Just a muted red that pulled the whole look together.

She met Checo and Max at the lobby.

"Are you ready? Let's go" said Checo.

"No wait, what about Kimi?" said Liv looking around.

Max chuckled "You got Kimi to come?".

"He said he would think about it, but to me that's a yes" she shrugged "I'll text him".

But in that moment the elevator doors opened and Kimi walked out, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. Max and Checo turned to look at each other with impressed faces.

Once Kimi reached them he said "Let's go" with a shrug.

"Kimi you came!" said Liv happily, grabbing his arm and starting to pull him towards the door "Let's go before you change your mind".

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They got to the club where more than half the grid was already there. Max had taken care of letting them know about the night out. The Ferrari boys greeted Liv with a hug for her win, then there was also Lando, Daniel, Mick, Yuki, Pierre and Seb.

They spent the night getting bottle after bottle, champagne after champagne. As the hours passed they all got increasingly drunk, especially Liv. Everyone wanted to do shots with the race winner. They also weren't considering that she could hold less alcohol than they could.

Liv was dancing on top of the couch with Max, who was also quite tipsy and starting to get dizzy from the excess of gins and champagne when he felt that everything was just slightly too blurry "I'll be right back" he said trying his hardest to talk coherently as he hoped down of the couch and walked over to the bathroom. Liv still stood on top the couch as everyone cheered a new round of shots and they all drank after clinking their shot glasses.

As Max got into the bathroom he locked himself into a stall right in time before he started throwing up. That had been perhaps too much alcohol. How is Liv still responsive? he thought. He knew damn well she wasn't gonna be able to hold on for much longer.

However after throwing up he felt much better, his vision wasn't blurry anymore, he felt more in control, slightly more sober. He splashed a some water on his face and rinsed his mouth before heading out, feeling way better. When he got to the table though, Liv wasn't there anymore.