𝐒 𝐏 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 [max verstappen x oc]

sixteen

Her dress was ridiculously short. Somewhere over the past few months, her thighs and glutes had gotten bigger--she guessed from the fact that she was finally eating properly--making the dress cling to her in a way she wasn't familiar with. Lena felt hot, though, and after downing her first shot of the night, she was out the door with her phone clutched in her hand. 

She walked down the hallway, heels thumping against the carpet as she checked the location of the club on her phone. After Peter had excused her for the rest of the day, Lena decided to take her chance and go out when she could. It had been two months of playing nice and doing her job, she needed to get drunk now. 

The elevator dinged and opened with a metal squeal. 

Lena halted. "Oh. Hi."

Max's eyes trailed up and down her, as if he'd never seen her before and was finally looking at her after years. Lena couldn't read the expression on his face, all she could feel was complete and utter embarrassment at standing in front of a three time world champion in basically a bandaid. 

She sighed, forcing herself to overcome the awkwardness, and enter the elevator with him, pressing herself against the opposite wall. They had to stop meeting like this. 

"Going out, then?" Lena could hear the judgement in his words. 

She ran a hand through her hair. "Mhm."

"They're letting you do that?"

"Mhm."

Lena was very aware of how much skin she was showing, and how it seemed t o light on fire during this extremely slow elevator ride. 

"Interesting."

Lena imaptiently tapped her foot against the ground until the elevator doors opened again. She mumbled a quick goodbye, pulling her dress as far down as she could, and hustled out of the elevator and through the lobby where Emilia was waiting for her. 

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The night became a blur. Miami knew how to party.

Lena had too many shots but the music was just right and Emilia had dance moves that made Lena begin to question her sexuality. 

Men had tried to come dance with her, but Lena was ultimately unimpressed with the American men. They dressed poorly and smelled like a convenience store--in her drunken state she'd made faces and throw up noises when any of them asked to dance. She hoped that wouldn't get her in too much trouble. 

By the end of the night, Emilia was throwing up into a mens urinal and Lena decided they'd both partied enough for the night. Despite her bitching and moaning, Emilia eventually allowed Lena to shove her into the backseat of an Uber. The problem was, Lena was just as drunk as Em, so the two of them barely made it back to the hotel before Emilia was already yacking into a trash can again. 

"Come on, you got this." Lena mumbled, fidgeting with Emilia's hotel room door as the girl leaned limply against her. 

Emilia made a clucking noise. "You know you're like one of my best friends at work, right? You're so cool."

Lena snorted. "Thanks, Emilia." The door clicked open and she hurried the girl inside. 

It took all of ten minutes for Lena to undress Emilia, remove her makeup, get her in pajamas, get her to swallow an anti-nausea pill, and place a 'just-in-cast' trash bin next to the bed. Before she knew it, Emilia was snoring in peaceful sleep, however the hangover was going to be awful the next morning. 

Lena shut the hotel room door as she began to the drunken journey to the other side of the hotel where her own room was. Somewhere along the hallways, she swiped through her phone, ignoring most of her missed texts and calls, but somehow clicking on a TikTok of a cat eating watermelon.