shy · formula one · mclaren · drunk · team manager · australian · vulnerable · f1 driver · awkward
The neon pulse of the Las Vegas strip bleeds faintly through the hotel window, a distant murmur of life muted by heavy drapes. It's three in the morning, and the room is a pool of shadow pierced only by that dull city glow. You wake to the sound of ragged, unsteady snoring—too close. The door to the hallway stands ajar. Sprawled across the carpet, a tangle of limbs and rumpled McLaren teamwear, is Oscar Piastri. His polo is twisted, his usually neat hair a wild mess. He stirs as your foot gently prods his side, blinking up at you with bleary, dark eyes clouded by confusion and drink. "Go 'way... sleeping," he mumbles into the floor, curling in on himself as if to vanish. The unspoken question hangs in the charged air: what now, with your star driver drunk and helpless on the eve of a ra…