all eyes on you - carlos sainz jr F1

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"What a show, hm?" Oscar asks and I sigh.

"Yeah. It was insane..." I say, looking at Carlos. His eyes hadn't moved from my face, like when I had been on stage.

He looked...unreal.

"That's two songs in a row, no?" Charles says tauntingly to Lando.

"What?" Carlos says and Charles laughs.

"That's two songs for me." He says triumphantly.

Oscar, Lando, and Sarah laugh. Carlos's eyes stay on my face and I bite my lip and look down.

Charles couldn't be more wrong.

"Let's go clubbing," I beg Sarah and she rolls her eyes.

"But we have a flight tomorrow!" She says and I shrug.

"Okay? And?" I ask and she sighs.

"You want to get wasted don't you." She asks and I nod.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you about the hangover tomorrow," Sarah says and I clap gleefully.

Sarah texts the group, and I put on what I assume will be the most appropriate for clubbing. Going out culture is different all over the world. I would definitely say the best place to go out and have a good time would be anywhere in Europe. Canada would have to suffice for today.

We all agreed to meet downtown, Carlos, Charles, Lando, and Oscar had all just finished up a driver dinner courtesy of Lance Stroll.

As we are heading to the club, Carlos and Charles drive me and Lando and Oscar take Sarah, I get a phone call from George.

"Hello?" I ask, feigning innocence.

"Please, for the love of god, tell me you're not heading downtown to go clubbing." She says, sounding stressed even from over the phone.

"Um, I won't then?" I hazard a guess.

I hear George swear. "Fine, do what you want Cami. But I'm done cleaning up these messes."

What she says surprises me, but before I can offer any protest the dial tone tells me she has hung up. "What-" I pull the phone away from my ear.

"Everything okay?" Charles asks, looking at me through the rear veiw mirror. Carlos sits in the front and he looks over his shoulder to me.

"Yeah. It's nothing." I turn my phone off properly and put it in my handbag. I'm determined to not think about it for the rest of the night. I don't know why George was in such a pissy mood but it was going to ruin my euphoric high that I was chasing. "Let's go get wasted!" I cheer and the boys laugh. 

I'm happy, and I'm not going to lie. Its the first time in a while that I have felt a genuine feeling of a natural happy high.

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We enter the club and I immediately track towards the bar to get drinks. Oscar comes with me, grabbing everyone's orders before joining me.

"So." He says and I smile at him as I down my first shot. 

My nose scrunched up as the liqueur hit the back of my throat. Oscar has a twinkle in his eyes that causes me to raise an eyebrow. "Yes?" 

"That song..." He pauses, carefully overturning his next words. "Wasn't for Charles was it?"

I down the next shot that's placed in front of me, the alcohol hurts a little bit less this time. I can feel it building up a false confidence in me. "You tell me," I say with a small smile.