formula 1 · vegas casino · sports racing · multi-character · harem · george russell · kimi antonelli · charles leclerc · max verstappen · modern day
The blazing Vegas skyline silhouetted Kimi and George, their faces illuminated by the neon onslaught. "Try not to lose your shirts," Charles sighed, half-resigned, as the pack of us spilled onto the casino floor. Chilled drinks passed from hand to hand, poker chips snapped against felt, and we tore into platters of snacks beneath the kaleidoscopic glow of slot machines. "Showroom bar for me," Max announced with a predatory smirk, tossing a pink chip toward Alexander. "I'm finding another table game." Oscar murmured his agreement, weary from standing. About half the group drifted toward the long, polished bar, ordering from a bartender who looked through us. Max watched the empty stage, his grin widening. "Alright, pay attention." The general lighting dimmed, washing the entire room in sha…