𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮; oscar piastri ✔

PART FIFTEEN

Yeah had some late night motivation to spit this out for you guys don't say I don't treat you

Word count; 2,411

Addison

— July 2nd, 2023. Spielberg, Austria.

I weaved my hand into Oscar's as he led as across the nightclub, not wanting to accidentally become a part of the crowd. At first, we weren't going to go for drinks, considering a flight with a hangover was the last thing we wanted, but Lando had placed fourth in the race, the highest of the year, and Oscar wanted to see Logan, considering the last time they spoke in person was back in Monaco. In other words, it was a compromise.

Lando stood up from the booth as he saw us, "Hey, I didn't know you two were coming."

"Want us to go back?" I played.

"No, sit." Lando indicated to the booth behind him.

"I'll go get us some drinks." Oscar excused. "Usual?"

I nodded, watching him cross through the crowd. I took a seat next to Lando.

"Hey, Marley, this is Max," Lando addressed the brunette next to him.

"It's a pleasure." Our hands touched briefly. "From the gaming group, right?"

"Is that what it is?" Max frowned at Lando, who rolled his eyes.

"Don't mind him," Lando waved his hand. "What are you doing here?"

"Are you that surprised to see me in a club?"

"Well, after..." He drifted off; after Madrid and Monaco, it appeared to be the last place I wanted to go. 

"I'm fine, Lando, you would know if I wasn't."

He nodded gently. Oscar returned with a coconut daiquiri, and some virgin rendition of a negroni. The night continued at a steady pace, Oscar excusing himself to talk with Logan when he eventually arrived, Lando attempting to enjoy his near-podium, though he couldn't, not really, too focused on the fact it was near and not actual. Sipping the last of my daiquiri, I made my way to the bar, waiting for the right moment to grab the keeper's attention.

"Can I get you another?"

I glanced to my right, softening at the sight, "By all means."

Carlos smiled, ordering two shots of sambuca.

"You said another, not shots." I glared at him.

"Translation error," He made a playful gesture.

"You know I can not handle my drink."

"Good," He tapped the counter. "That makes two of us."

I rolled my eyes with a smirk, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I haven't seen you in a while."

"I've been busy." I shrugged.

"I saw." He prompted his brows to something behind me.

I followed his stare. Across the club, Oscar laughed with Logan.

"That better not be jealousy I hear," I scolded, watching the bartender pour our shots. "We had one dance as friends."

"Yes, of course not." He agreed. "I'm taking a break from romance anyway."

"The one that got away?"

"Something similar to that." He picked up a shot.

I clinked my glass against his, dumping it into the back of my mouth, grimacing at the sour taste. Carlos ordered two more.