Formula One Shots

Pierre Gasly [4]

4:."I hate work Christmas parties"

My Christmas gift for hufflepufferniffler 🎄

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Pierre was feeling particularly sour that he had to attend the annual Christmas party of Toro Rosso, "I hate work Christmas parties. Thank God, this is my last one," he mumbled under his breath as he made sure to nicely trim his beard.

"Jesus Christ, Pierre, would you cheer up a bit," Brendon said, having heard Pierre's complaint.

"I just don't understand why they do this every year. It is Always the same story! Eating, giving each other presents we will never use anyways, pretending to be incredibly nice for one evening. I barely know the people that are invited anyways."

"You know there are a lot of people that work behind the scenes, Pierre. They make our work a lot easier for us, so could you at least try to appreciate that and at least pretend to be nice?" Brendon snapped. He'd about had it with his team mate's horrible attitude.

"Fine, but only because it's Christmas."

"Thanks a lot Grinch. I'm going to get ready for the party. See ya," and with that Brendon left.

You sighed heavily while getting ready. "God, I hate work Christmas parties."

"Now, don't have such negative thoughts. I'm sure you'll have a nice time with your colleagues. You have nice colleagues right? Oh, and maybe you'll lay eyes on that handsome driver you kind of work for. What was his name again... ah yes, Max Verstappen!" your mom said excitedly, trying to lighten your mood.

"Mom. I don't work for Max Verstappen. Did you mean Pierre Gasly?"

"Ah, yes, of course. That's his name indeed."

You shook your head and chuckled, "I suppose you're right. Maybe I am just overreacting. Maybe work Christmas parties aren't that bad after all."

"You'll never know when you don't go. Besides, you look way too beautiful not to show anyone that stunning dress you're wearing. It would be a pity to stay in with a dress like that," she winked.

"Thanks mom," you hugged her, "I'm going to get ready to go."

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"See? I told you it wasn't so bad," Brendon told Pierre as they sat down at a table that still had some spots left. Pierre did not see anyone he recognized, but he had already expected that.

You rushed into the reception hall, afraid of not finding a place. You spotted your favourite colleague and waved at her to reserve you a seat. You quickly left your jacket in the hallway and made your way over to your colleague, hugging her as you sat down at the table.

Your eyes crossed with another pair of eyes and your breath almost got caught. You blushed and quickly looked down at the menu card and started making small talk with the person next to you. It didn't help at all that the person who you'd had eye contact with, was sitting right in front of you. The realization struck you that it was Pierre Gasly you had had eye contact with.

Pierre admired the way you had done your hair and the way you were talking to your friend. He had to find a way to get you to talk to him, as he couldn't get enough of your sweet voice. He 'accidentally' tapped his foot against yours, which got him your attention. Pierre smiled apologetically, making your lips curl up into a grin.

"I believe we haven't met before. Pierre Gasly," He said as he extended his hand. You took it and introduced yourself politely.

"So what do you do, (y/n)?" he asked, curious to know why he had never seen your beauty before.

"I work behind the scenes, Pierre. I make sure that you have good sponsor contracts and such. I work at the office of Toro Rosso, so therefore we have never seen each other before."

"Great to know that someone makes sure I have good sponsors," Pierre winked as he took a sip of his wine, "but it is a real pity that we barely see each other."

"I completely agree. I wish I could see you in action one day, it's just that it gets really busy during the racing season for us."

"How about I get you paddock passes to a race of your choice? I am sure I could figure out how to keep you from work for a weekend."

"You would do that for me? Thank you so much, Pierre! That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!" you exclaimed. You raised your glass of wine and clinked it with his, "cheers!"

Pierre turned towards his team mate, who was sat beside him at the table, and smirked.

"You know what, Brendon, I really do not hate work Christmas parties anymore," Pierre said, making Brendon burst out into laughter.