Jumper - Lando Norris ✔️

8.9

17-11-19

I sat in the corner of Lando and I's hotel room, putting on my makeup. For my effective birthday party and for Carlos' podium after the craziest race ever.

I went for a dramatic enough look, before struggling to put on my contraption of a dress. It was hard to get on put I looked badass in it so I didn't care.

"Emilia I think you've taken a couple years to get ready now, you've got to be done," Lando groaned walking into the bedroom.

"Oh," he mumbled as he looked me up and down.

"You look hot," he mumbled, his voice dropping in tone as his arms wrapped around me.

"Stop you're making me fucking wet," I giggled.

"How and why did you just ruin the moment?" Lando grumbled.

"If I let it go any further I would have missed my own birthday party," I answered.

"It's my party too," Lando smirked.

"Another reason not to miss it," I negotiated, as I edged us out the door.

"But I so would have enjoyed the other idea," Lando sulked.

"Shut up and get in the car, dumbass," I laughed as a taxi pulled up.

"Do you plan on actually drinking tonight Lando?" I asked him, he nodded.

"Not too much but yeah."

"Stay slightly sober because I certainly won't," I giggled.

We made it to the club and I made a beeline for the bar as Lando stopped to greet friends. Most of the people here would be his friends as I had my party at home in England.

"Well hello, you must be Emilia," Max Verstappen said, introducing himself.

"Mmm, you might be a little annoyed at me," I mumbled.

"What happened to our meet up?" Daniel asked as he appeared out of nowhere. 

"I um- hey we could meet up now!" I joked.

"It'll have to do," the two boys said. 

"I can't believe we haven't met until now, it's been months Emilia!" Dan shouted, usual for him. 

"Ok well the boys want us to round you and Lando up so let's get going," Max smiled, standing up, drink in hand.

The two of them led me to a VIP area where Lando was already stood with almost all the F1 drivers on the grid, a few F2 drivers and drivers from other series.

"So hey, we decided to do the cakes first, before everybody gets black out drunk," Sacha Fenestraz, Lando's friend smiled. 

"We didn't really know what cake to get you cuz we don't know you all that well, but we just got you an F1 car cake because we thought you most likely like F1," George said, holding the cake as Sacha was holding Lando's cake. 

"George I knew you were smart but not that smart," I joked as George smiled sheepishly.

All the lads sung happy birthday as Lando and I stood awkwardly, awaiting it to be over.

We ate our cake and I chatted with a lot of the drivers, getting to know Lando's friends better, the same way he had gotten to know mine at our party in England.

The drivers who had decided to come were Max, Kimi, Charles, Sebastian Vettel, Carlos of course, Alex, Daniel, Danny, Nico, Lance, Kevin Magnussen, George, Louis Deletraz, Nyck, Nicholas, Mick, Callum Ilott and Jack.