One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

74 part I. - Max Verstappen

This one is for elineverstappen ! Tell me if you want a second part, it could be fun :)

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"Another one of that, please." You told the bartender as you showed him your drink. Tequila was what you needed at the moment.

"Same for me!"

You looked on your right to see a young man take a sit next to you. The bar was almost empty, did he have to come right next to you? You sighed, not in the mood for some intense one-sided flirt.

"Bad day?" He asked.

"Why do you care?" Your ton was severe, hoping he would understand he had no chance with you tonight. You just got betrayed by the two most important persons in your life, and you weren't the kind to go into bed with the first stranger you encounter to forget how much your life sucks.

"Cause I'm having a pretty bad day, and it would be reassuring to know my life isn't the only one to be crap at the moment."

You stared as him for a while, intrigued by what he had said. This wasn't a typical ladies man pick up line. Besides, he had a strange accent, maybe German or Dutch, and you had no idea what he was doing in the middle of Milton Keynes.

"I'm intrigued. Go on." The bartender handed your two your drinks and the stranger left a huge note on the counter, telling the bartender he was paying for both drinks and that he could keep the change. This man was definitely wealthy!

"I'm a racing driver. Except I have not won anything these past few months. I keep making mistakes, and not only when I'm in the car. My boss is threatening to kick me out next season if I don't do better."

"Well, can't you? Do better? Driving a car can't be that difficult."

He snickered and shook his head, visibly amused. At least you're good to change people's mood!

"You've never watched Formula 1, have you?"

"Should I?" You took a sip of your drink. Sure, you heard about Formula 1 before, but you never found any interest in watching cars run around in circles.

"Not necessarily. But I can tell you it's much more difficult than it looks like."

"That's what they all say." You paused. "You enjoy it?"

"Racing?"

"No, horse riding. Of course, racing!" You chuckled.

"I love it. I always have, actually."

"If you like it so much, it shouldn't matter how hard it is. You should work your ass off and fight for it. So what if your boss puts pressure on you? Use it! It'll only make you stronger, and faster. Your mistakes should not define you. You make some, so what? It doesn't mean you're going to make others. That's up to you, and you only." You stated, looking at your glass.

"I didn't take you for the philosopher type." He stared at you, now being intrigued himself.

"You don't know me."

"What's up with you then?"

"I just like having tequila on a Monday evening." You shrugged and took another sip of your drink.

"Alright, let me guess. It's about a guy?" You stared at him. Did he not understand you preferred to be left alone with your alcohol? "It's about a girl? Oh no, wait! It's about a guy and a girl! Am I right?" He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn't prevent yourself from laughing. Bloody tequila making you all joyful.

"Come on, spill it." He took his drink to his lips as he stared at you, waiting for you to start talking.

"I got dumped a couple of weeks ago. Which is alright, you know, independent woman who doesn't need a guy to be happy and all. But today I found out he was screwing my best friend."

"So you turned to your other best friend, the tequila." He pointed you almost empty glass.

"Yeah, she's the best. Never disappoints, and no risk she's going to betray me."

"You should not let people take you down like that. Whoever they are. As soon as they have a bad effect on you, you should erase them from your life and your memory. I don't know them, and I don't know you, but I don't think anyone is worth getting drunk on tequila for. Like you said, independent woman and all. You don't need anyone."

You stared at his face for a few seconds. This man was more interesting than you thought he would be. Actually, you were glad he came to you. This evening wouldn't have been the same otherwise.

"What's your name, racing boy?"

"Max. What's yours, tequila girl?"

"Y/N."

"We're both messed-up, huh?" Max emptied his glass.

"I guess so, Max."

He left the bar and went to the toilets. You used that time to look at your phone. It was midnight already. And you had work on the next day. You sighed and put your coat on and your handbag around your arm. As you were about to step out of the bar, you stared at the toilets' door where Max left. You bit your bottom lip and, before thinking twice, wrote your phone number with your lipstick on a napkin that you slid under his glass. You left the bar and walked to your apartment, a few blocks from there.

A few days later...

Hello tequila girl.

Just wanted to thank you for the talk. I'm actually sending you this text from my driver room in Mexico, and there's a nice trophy staying beside me. How's life been for you these past few days?

Racing boy