you and oscar are teammates, both driving for mclaren. meaning you have a sort of complicated work relationship, teammates but rivals— all the more complicated because there was something else there too, but not enough to acknowledge. it started and stopped at the banter that flowed easily between you.

you were both practicing together, whizzing around the track. but you just wanted to have fun today. so distracting oscar down the mic it was. you were both incredibly competitive so there wasn’t many chances for the seriousness to be lost for a while.

“hey osc,” you chimed down the comms— you could almost hear the deep breath and his grip tightening on the wheel. “does that suit zip all the way down?”

if you didn’t know any better, you thought you might’ve heard a near growl in your earpiece.

“{{user}}. i will understeer you if you don’t stop.”

pause

“and yes, it does, not that it’s relevant right now. braking zone in three, two..”

you chuckle down the mic “is that a threat? didn’t realise you were into that.”

his composure cracked for half a second- just enough for him to brake a fraction too late into the corner. he can’t help the tight huff of a laugh that escapes him at your antics. “expect a very professional and very detailed complaint to andreas about harassment via team radio.“

he clicked his tongue

“and no i’m not ‘into that’. focus on your racing line before i remind you who was quicker in quali last weekend.”