Nevermind - Tsunoda x Gasly x Ocon

🏎Chapter 6🏎

"I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind"

- Not allowed - Tv girl

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•Outside POV•

Sunday, Spain GP,

9:00PM.

In the city of Badalona, the mixed shades of deep blue and orange yellow far from the horizon met, while noise intensified near the Catalan coast. The car drivers, as they joined each other, greeted one after another while curiosity grew around them.

The town adjacent to Barcelona had a rather warm atmosphere, especially around the night club in which the grid had earlier in the morning given appointment.

The seagulls flew in the sky now dimly lit over the minutes. The majority of prestigious track competitors turned to the recognizable Alpine of the French driver Pierre; the luxurious car is delicately parked alongside other automobiles, as sumptuous one as the other.

The blond as the driver; the brown one as the passenger. All two came out relatively in synchronisation, the majority of the riders waving as they made their way to this group.

Their rather friendly approach, they seemed to get along well when the Dutch and the young Aston Martin driver started a conversation with the two individuals with a typical French look.

The waiting becoming undeniably useless was not questioned, waiting for the monegasque from Ferrari was obviously of no use.

Then all entered the building vibrating with each rhythmic regularity of music, led by the native man of this latin country, Carlos.

No surprise was noticed at the sight of Sainz Junior, immediately received. The pilots made their way to each corner of the festive and spacious room, for the quietest to comfortable sofas, and for the most cheerful, to the bar, long enough to accommodate about twenty people along it.

Without any question nor surprise, Lando, Carlos, and Max went to the counter, sitting on the stools.

Following behind, Pierre took a seat next to the Dutch world champion, also followed by his teammate, who was thinking of ensuring his surveillance.

Esteban was afraid that Pierre would end up in the same state he had seen the night after they arrived in the Barcelonan state.

Pierre, in fact, overwhelmed by his emotions towards his lover, had plunged exceptionally that one night into the refuge that was alcohol.

And that, the brunette remembered. Much more than anyone thought. Obviously, guilt had been eating away at him since that event.

But behind this guilt began at the very moment to build a feeling... mysterious and questionable.

Questionable, on what subject?

Controlled by his anxiety, the tall brown man sat down at the stool near Pierre, staring at him with a suspicious look as he began to drink a large glass of sparkling white wine, accompanied by Lando and Max.

This view did not particularly please Esteban, but he was content to simply sigh, an expiration completed by a warning rather filled with pessimism.

"You should go easy on the alcoholic drinks, we both know how it could end," he says calmly, Pierre's attention turning towards him.

"Oh, no, not at all!" the Frenchman with his sparkling blue iris exclaimed." Come on, stop worrying and come drink for the Alpines in the points" he cheered his partner with a sweet smile amused.