Hopelessly Devoted ☆ Pierre Gasly

XLVII

Liam sat down at the picnic table and took a deep breath. "Right, people," he said. "Two more races to go." He took a big sip from his pint.

"This went fast," Delilah added. "I still remember the testing days like it was yesterday."

"When you work hard and have fun, time flies," Lars continued and looked around. "We did it once again. Dominating the pub with every single person from F1, English people in particular." He took a sip from his pint, trying to stay in this conversation, but he got distracted by another conversation between some dudes from Williams, Haas and Red Bull.

Juliette raised her eyebrows.

"When there is a GP in São Paulo, this is our pub for the week. Dominating by the English and F1," Delilah explained when she noticed the confusion on Juliette's face.

"Poor owner," Juliette compassionately said. "The toughest week of the year, facing the clowns..." She looked around. A lot of people who worked in F1 were sitting here, waiting for the football match. It was a typical English pub, the owners were English as well. A questionable look came on Juliette's face, the teams were mixed... And according to the rules, that was a crime.

Delilah looked offended at Juliette. "Julie!"

The questionable looked changed into a cheeky smile. "Just kidding," Juliette said and also took a sip from her beer. "But man... Just two more races."

"Okay," Liam said. "If you could change one race, re-do it or just erase it, what would it be?"

"Germany," Peter blurted without even thinking about it twice. "No question about that."

"In, in, in, in, in, in, in," Juliette copied the famous board radio. "Oh, wait, that's 2018." She and Peter began to laugh. "Germany seems cursed for Mercedes."

"Why are you the only one in our team who keeps reminding me of that?" Peter laughed embarrassedly. "I couldn't do something else."

Juliette proudly smiled. "Because it is golden."

"You're rude."

"Are you even best pals if you are not rude to each other?" Juliette looked questionable at him, but winked.

"Touché, touché," Peter replied and gave in.

Delilah ate some chips. "If I had to pick one race, it probably would be Germany too. I dressed up like it was Carnaval, and we failed. It had all the characteristics of embarrassment."

"Woman, you're so dramatic," Liam shot back.

"I'm stating facts," she replied and shared a bitchy look. "You're dramatic."

Juliette made a bun in her hair and stretched her limbs. "Ohlala," she mumbled and yawned. "I don't want to re-do a race, to be honest. I mean, we make the best meme content and the best races by creating chaos. Mercedes makes mistakes; you receive the best race. What else do you need?"

"Oh, there comes the fan," Peter snorted. "You do realise you were part of those mistakes as well? Because you are Mercedes, pal."

"Sometimes I just act like I'm not a Mercedes, pal. Just to experience the races as a fan, laugh about our stupid mistakes. The content," she continued and made chef kisses signs. "And the tea I created in this community," she embarrassingly said.

Delilah laughed. "Julie has a point there." She looked at Juliette. "But you never told me you were into speed skating," she said perplexed, slightly offended. "Golden and silver at a championship?"

"Yup." Juliette threw some ate some snacks. "Golden at 1500 metres and silver at 5000 metres."

"I am so confused," Peter blurted. "Like... what are you doing here?"