𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘, lando norris⁴

𝟎𝟖

MID FEBRUARY 2024

lando's eyes are on her the minute she enters the club.

cassie king — his fake girlfriend.

she looks stunning as ever; lando's eyes shamelessly roam over the little black dress she was wearing. god, she knew what she was doing...

he almost didn't notice the guy beside her, until lance claps him on the shoulder. "hey bro," lance greets, giving lando a firm look to follow along. "this is cassie. my best friend."

lando's eyes dart from cassie to lance, giving his fellow driver a casual greeting, before he eyes the singer up again. "hey cassie," he gives her his signature lopsided grin.

"hi lando," she replies, and lando notices the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles.

"you look nice," he offers.

cassie's face flushes. "aww, thanks." she replies, and lando catches her almost checking him out. "you look nice too."

lance then grabs cassie's wrist and drags her away from lando to the bar.

one hour and countless shots later, lando finds himself pulled into a conversation with lance, cassie, ocon, and carlos.

cassie's eyes are sparkling again as she talks animatedly with carlos about something or the other, and she is swaying on her feet slightly. clearly, the drinks were hitting hard. lando automatically puts an arm around her waist to steady her, flushing as he realises his actions.

cassie turns to face him, mouthing a brief "thank you", before returning to her conversation with carlos.

and lando cannot deny how the slightest bit of attention from cassie makes his heart flutter.

shut up, you muppet, he tells himself.

a few moments later, cassie's hand is around his bicep and she is dragging him off to the bar. she seats herself on a barstool, and lando stands beside her.

"so," she grins, evidently tipsy, as she flags down a bartender. "what is your drink of choice, mr. norris?"

"i could get down to a dirty martini," lando replies, casually slinging an arm over cassie's shoulders as she beams at the bartender, "two shots of tequila and a dirty martini for my lovely friend over here."

after cassie slams those two shots down, everything is a whirlwind — lando barely has the chance to take a few sips of his dirty martini before cassie drags him off to dance.

music pumps in their ears and alcohol pumps through their veins as they dance together, cassie's body brushing against lando's as his hands settle on her waist. the rest of the f1 group joins them, a tangle of arms, legs, and just terrible singing and dancing as they party it up.

sometime after 3AM, the group stumbles out of the club. most of the guys disappear into ubers with their girlfriends — or simply just walk back home. lando and lance share a look, both of them deciding to walk cassie back to her friend's apartment.

"thank youuuuu," cassie slurs slightly, wobbling in her heels as they drop her off. lando can't help but smile at her.

"get some rest," he says softly. "drink water and ask your friend for some aspirin before you go to bed. i'll text you in the morning, yeah?"

"yes sir," cassie salutes, giggling, before stumbling into the apartment and letting the door swing shut behind her.

lando's smile only grows — god, she's so cute.

"nope," lance warns immediately as the duo begins walking down the hallway. "don't even think about it."

"i'm not thinking anything!" lando says defensively, his face flushing and giving him away.

lance shakes his head. "it's all PR," he says with a frown. "don't complicate things."

"we won't," lando promises, but even he can see that it's a shitty one. he's already got it pretty bad for cassie. it's only a matter of time before he decides to fuck it and drop the fake from the relationship.

kaia's note!

i have my last 2 exams tmrw and saturday!!!!! and then 3 weeks of break sooooo excited!! (soz i am sleep deprived) FUCK ECON. n e wayssss

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