SHIRT, charles leclerc (REWRITING)

FOUR, all eyes on us

( NOTE: all italian/french words will be translated in the comment section corresponding to the sentence it's at )

CHAPTER FOUR,
all eyes on us

George was the first to arrive at Juliette's apartment, swaggering in with two bottles of vodka and a grin so wide it looked like he'd won the lottery.

"Juliiiiii!" he sang, scooping her up into a bear hug like he hadn't seen her in years ( it had been a week and a half ).

Right on cue, Amelia popped out from behind him, holding up a tin of brownies that smelled like pure bliss.

"Vodka and brownies?" Juliette raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm gonna say it: yes. Just yes."

It was a strange combination, but they were committed.

The three settled in quickly, as if they'd lived there all together. George tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch and immediately started rifling through Juliette's kitchen cabinets, hunting for shot glasses. Amelia, meanwhile, had already made herself comfortable, sliding the brownies onto the coffee table and arranging them with a kind of quiet reverence.

Juliette kicked her shoes off and flopped onto the couch, watching them with amused disbelief. "Make yourselves at home, why don't you?" she said with a laugh, sarcasm dripping through her tone.

Not ten minutes later, the door flew open again, and in walked Lando and Alex.

"Hello everyone!" Lando called, holding up a bag of crisps like they were a peace offering. "Look what I brought to save the day! Snacks!"

"Ah, Lando to the rescue," Alex added, strolling in behind him,  "I see George's vodka habit is still intact."

George, already mid-pour, raised a glass in salute. "It's not a habit if we only do this on special occasions, right?"

"Mate, you find a special occasion every other day," Alex teased, plopping down on the couch beside Juliette.

"Can't help it if life's full of celebrations," George shot back.

Lando grinned, tossing himself dramatically into an armchair. "And here I thought I was bringing class with these crisps. Guess it's just vodka and chaos tonight, huh?"

"Oh, we're very classy," Amelia chimed in, sliding over with a brownie in hand. "We're having brownies too."

"Brownies and vodka?" Lando raised an eyebrow. "That's so... so wrong, yet so right."

Alex shook his head with a chuckle. "Only this lot could make that work."

The apartment buzzed with excitement as they all gathered around the coffee table.

Juliette stood up, glass in hand, struggling to suppress her grin. "Alright, everyone. We did it. Somehow, they're actually letting us race in Formula 1."

"Right?" Alex added, swirling his drink dramatically. "Like, they just let us all into the most prestigious racing series in the world. Should we be concerned for them?"

Amelia laughed, plopping down next to George. "Nah, we're the entertainment value they didn't know they needed. It's going to be way more interesting now."

Lando took a sip from his glass and grinned. "I'm just here to see how long it takes before one of us does something that ends up in a documentary. I give it, what, two races?"

"Two?" George said with a smirk. "You're being generous. I'd say the first press conference."

Alex raised his glass, eyes gleaming. "To us. The most unqualified, overly confident group to ever grace the F1 grid."