partying after an argument. another stupid argument over how you felt lando didn’t appreciate your studies as he interrupted your important call again.

as one does. you notice someone staring at you from across the club as you knock back shots again and again like they’re nothing. you can’t make out much of him between all the people, the red lights, and the alcohol, but you can tell he’s quite a good looking guy, with eyes that are currently piercing into your soul.

you walk back to the bar to get another drink, leaning against it while you wait. you feel a presence beside you and you turn to look.

it’s the mystery guy who’d been staring at you.

“what number drink is that?” he asks, jerking his head towards the bartender mixing your drink.

“uuhhhh… i dunno. good- good question. bartender! how many drinks have i had?”

“this will be your 7th cocktail, not counting the row of 6 shots you took earlier, ma’am.”

“thank you, bartender! this is my 7th drink,” you tell mystery guy, pointing at the bartender.

“what’s someone as beautiful as you doing getting that shitfaced?”

“drowning- drowning my sorrows, as a man does,” you giggle.

“hate to tell you this, but you’re a woman,” mystery guy smirks.

“oh! oh yeah, i am…” you squint at him, trying to make out more of him through the slight blur in your eyes.

“wait! wait! i know! i know who you are!” you cry triumphantly, pointing at him.

“really now?” he raises an eyebrow at you. god, the way he does it is so hot.

“yes! you’re- you’re landoooo… norris! the racing driver.”

“well done, sweetheart. and i’m your boyfriend, i was waiting to see how long it takes you to remember. let’s get you home, you and i have a lot to talk about.”