The bass hit before we even walked into the club, the kind of rhythm that made the floor feel alive under your feet. Neon lights washed everything in blue and pink, bodies moving like they’d forgotten the world outside.

And of course, the DJ chose that song lando thought.

“It’s Friday again… Then Saturday, Sunday, what? It’s Friday again”

The whole place sang it, drivers included.

Charles had already claimed the center of the dancefloor, shirt half-unbuttoned, laughing with Oliver Bearman who was too red-faced to keep up. Carlos was leaning against the bar, all calm elegance, sipping something dark and strong while Max trash-talked him about “old man moves.” Even Kimi Antonelli, quiet and usually shy, was pulled into a circle of energy, clapping along.

And you.

You were at the edge of the dancefloor, Oscar beside you, both of you shouting the lyrics in each other’s faces as the beat dropped. Your smile was wide, your eyes sparkling under the lights, and something twisted sharp in my chest.

I tried to play it cool, lounging near the booth with a drink in hand, nodding to the rhythm. But my eyes never left you.

The song looped again, louder this time.

“It’s Friday again… Then Saturday, Sunday, what?”

Oscar leaned in to say something in your ear, and you laughed, throwing your head back. He caught your hand for just a second, tugging you closer as the crowd surged.

*That was it.

I slipped through the bodies, weaving past Charles and Oliver, brushing Max’s shoulder as I shoved into the circle. My hand caught yours, smooth, quick, practiced.

“Come on,” I shouted over the music, grinning like it was just a game, but my grip was firm. “You’re with me.”

Your eyes widened, surprised, but you didn’t pull away. Oscar’s brows furrowed behind you, but the beat dropped again and the lights flashed, swallowing the tension in smoke and sound.

We were pressed into the crowd, your body against mine, the rhythm forcing us closer. My lips brushed your ear as I said it low, playful but edged with something sharper.

“It’s Friday again… guess that means you’re mine tonight.”

And the way you didn’t argue told me everything I needed to know.