F1 Groupchat + House PART 2

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Christian: HEYYY I KNEW 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋

Pepe: I know you did ass

Christian: Dick

Pepe: Asshole

Christian: Prick

Seb: Language?!

Christian: >:(

Pepe: :(

Pierre: HAHAH P3 LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

Charles: Good job mon amour :)

Pierre: You too mon vie <3

Charles: Row two is ours <3

Pierre: It better is :)

Este: Fucking gay

Mick: Well you also have your moments like in bed and when you-

Seb: I- MICK- I DON'T WANT TO READ THAT

Lance: Estie? Mickey?

Mick: We're on our way already Liebe :)

Lance: Thanks <3

Zhou: HAHA IT DIDN'T SUCK :)))

Val: I'm so proud kulta <3

Seb: We all are G :)

Zhou: :D

Val: :D

Gabri: Is Franco okay?

Mclaren slut: Idk kid, why?

Romain: I think he's in his room Gabriel :) And Jenson you're stupid :)

Mclaren slut: HAY >:(

Seb: WHO DID THE NAME?!

Britney: Mark!

Mark: Britney!

Mclaren slut: I love it >:D

Seb: I give up...

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The prema party was as much a tradition as the racing itself.

Prema gave around 4/5 party's a year. Tonight was one of them.

Music pounded through the walls, laughter echoed across the garden, and glasses clinked in a steady rhythm as drinks flowed freely.

It was a rare moment of relaxing for a team that spanned multiple categories, from F4 to F2, engineers to strategists.

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Maya stood near the marble bar, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her bottle of beer. The faint taste of her beer barely registered; her attention was elsewhere.

Across the room, Tina was laughing, her head thrown back, her hair wasn't in a bun but it was untied catching the light. Maya couldn't help but watch her. Tina had a magnetism that seemed effortless, and tonight, she was practically glowing in a fitted black jumpsuit that hugged her athletic frame.

Maya took a steadying breath as Tina caught her gaze.

It wasn't the first time she'd admired Tina from afar, but tonight something felt different. Tina didn't just smile, she started walking towards Maya.

Maya's heart thudded in her chest, drowning out the thump of the music.

"Hey, Maya," Tina greeted, leaning casually against the bar.

Her grin was lopsided and warm, a little teasing.

"You're looking a little lonely over here." The Swiss teased.