T.C.:
“What are you doing right this second?” I read the text from Daniel. Well currently I was sitting my pajamas and watching a replay of the last race. However, I didn’t want to admit to him that, that is how I was spending my Friday night.
“Nothing… why?” I replied.
“I’m out at a bar with some of the guys and Seb is so drunk. He is doing karaoke and its dreadful. I think he is about to get up on the bar. You have to witness this.” the next text read. I smiled internally at the mental image of Sebastian dancing on the bar. I looked down at the nightgown that I was wearing. My hair was in a bun and I had already taken off my make-up. I sighed, I did not want to get out. Why am I such an introvert?
“Sounds fun. I think I’m going to have to pass though.” I replied. I knew Daniel wasn’t going to let this go, so I went ahead into my room and started looking through my closet for something to wear.
“Too bad, you don’t have a choice.” he responded.
“And why is that Ricciardo?” I sent back.
“Because you literally never come out. You’re so boring. Have some fun for once.” I frowned at this. I was boring wasn’t I? I picked out a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top, and a dark colored sweater. I slid my feet into a pair of black wedge high heels. I couldn’t be a complete bum.
“One of us has to be an adult. ;)” I replied. I walked into my bathroom and applied mascara and some red wine colored lipstick. I let my hair down from the bun atop my head and my curly hair fell messily onto my shoulders. I frowned at the wild mess and went into my closet to retrieve a beanie which I pulled over the back of my head. I looked like a total hipster, but whatever. I was comfortable, and semi-cute.
“True. Well, come out and chaperone us.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone and handbag.
“I’m on my way.” I grabbed the Ferrari keys since I didn’t have the doors on my jeep and this somehow seemed more sensible at night.
“Yes!” I smiled when I saw this.
“Don’t get too excited. I’m only staying for a little bit.” I text him before getting into the beautiful car.
“We’ll see about that.” I read as I came to a stoplight.
“How do you figure you’ll get me to stay longer?” I responded.
“I have my ways.” I sighed.
When I walked into the small pub that much of the team frequented while we were in England. I first spotted Seb on the stage, beer in one hand, signing something in German. He needs to stop hanging Kimi, I rolled my eyes. I scanned the room and spotted Daniel sitting at a long table with Antti and several mechanics. I made my way over to them. Daniel wasn’t facing me so I took the opportunity to sneak up behind him. I held my finger up to my lips, to signal Antti to keep his mouth shut. I came up behind Daniel and covered his eyes.
“Guess who?” I whispered into his ear, using my most sultry voice. Hoping to disguise who I was.
“Please be a stripper.” he laughed, crossing his fingers. I removed my hands from his eyes and popped him upside the head.
“Idiot.” I mumbled while sliding into the chair beside him. The rest of the table laughed. Daniel turned to my rubbing his head where I hit him.
“That wasn’t nice.” he pouted. “I think I deserve an apology.”
“In your dreams Ricciardo.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the beer that was in front of him and taking a drink. “Ugh, how do you drink this stuff?” I crinkled my nose and forced myself to swallow the vile liquid. Daniel chuckled, taking the beer back from me and finishing the bottle.
