[ one shot ]
You are George's friend from London and stumble into him in the club again after a long time. He has brought some friends with him though.

trigger warning:
— strong language

this picture of charles though, holy shit

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"Come on boys," George said while he walked into the bar with a smiley face, "This might be the best bar in London." The other three boys followed him inside, not having a clue of to where they were, so all they could do really was follow George.

All four were a little tipsy already from drinking some alcoholic beverages at George's before they got here. The music was loud but it was good music.

"George, is that you?" a high pitched voice rang into George's ears, the others hearing it as well. The girl in front of them was obviously way further gone than they were and she slung her arms around the Brit.

He laughed and hugged her back, then letting go of her again. "Y/n, oh my god, I haven't seen you in so long!"

"I am so happy to see you, Georgieee. How are you?"

"I am doing great actually, thank you. These are some of my mates: Lando, Alex, Charles." he introduced the fellow Brits and the Monegasque.

"Ah yes, I have heard of you. Driver boys, right, I know you used to drive together in like Formula Two or something? Formula One now then?" she said, directing her words to Lando and Alex who nodded with a chuckle as she hugged them as well. Then her eyes darted over to Charles, who stood there awkwardly but smiling at the sight of the drunk girl in front of him.

Her eyes were heavily inspecting him and he didn't know how to react. George slightly nudged the girl in her side and she jumped a little. "Aaah, wait, now I know. You are the French dude. Excusez moi, je ne parle pas Français much!"

He looked at her weirdly, but as he heard the boys around him fall into laughter, he couldn't help himself but crack a smile as well. She meant well.

"Oui, je suis française. Tu es une fille très belle." he replied with a smirk, knowing that he would confuse her. It didn't even matter to him that he wasn't actually French, he enjoyed this way too much. She just announced that she didn't speak french, and being in the drunken state she was in, didn't help either.

"Yeah, no, I have no idea what you just said, but I like it." Then she came closer to him and stood on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear: "It sounds very nice when you speak french." And she added a wink.

Her soothing, slurring voice had a calming effect on him and it sent shivers down his spine. He was pulled away from her by George though, leaving her with Lando and Alex and a pouting face.

The two boys made their way over to the bar to get them some drinks and George spoke up. "Charles, I am just going to be straightforward with this, but Y/n can get really flirty, especially when drunk. She doesn't mean any of it though, she's done it to many friends and even me. So she will probably flirt with you tonight, and if you are not comfortable with her, just give me a sign."

The Ferrari driver nodded his head, only having received half of the information given as George talked fast, the music was loud ánd the alcohol was getting its effects in his body.
"Don't worry, I am not looking for a girlfriend."
"Yeah you just say that until you find yourself falling for her. I saw you looking at her, eyes don't lie, Charles, especially yours cannot. I don't blame you, she is beautiful."
"Then why haven't you tried to get her?"
"Oh no, we're not like that, never have been. Shoot your shot, but don't be surprised if she rejects you. Just like you, she isn't looking to be in a relationship."

And that was true. Y/n wasn't really looking for someone to be with, but that was merely because of the people she was surrounded with. She was never romantically attracted to people, only physically. Yes she went out and had some one night stands from time to time, with both boys and girls, but she never saw anything in them to be someone to be in a relationship with.

Some people called her a whore for sleeping with all those people and never settling down, other people called her a life of the party for living her own life and having fun until the time was right for her.

Y/n didn't care about what people thought about her. She was enjoying her life and she had always been careful, being the kind of person that could still make proper decisions even when drunk. She had been talking and dancing with a lot of people tonight, but one specific guy had taken her interest. Like her genuine interest, not just to make out.

Charles Leclerc was a mesmerizing person, both because of his looks and his personality, and Y/n was eager to get to know all about him. So when George and him came back with their drinks, she left the other two Brits she had been dancing with for Charles, who welcomed her back with a smile.

"Can you teach me french?"

"I don't think that's a good idea right now, chérie."

She raised her eyebrows and huffed playfully. "Come on, let's dance then. I am not going to stand still in a bar." She chugged her drink as if it was nothing and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was surprised by her 'talent' and it was clearly visual as he noticed the laughing faces of his friends behind the girl's back. He rolled his eyes towards them but grinned.

He finished his drink some time later and the dancing became a little easier. The other boys had gotten themselves some more drinks, but Y/n and Charles were too caught up with each other to want another drink, so they didn't become more drunk as well, they even started to sober up a little.

They got to know each other a little bit more, and he truly thought that her life was interesting. He heard some of the bad stories about her as well, when he went to the bathrooms, but he decided to ignore them, as he was experiencing a whole other version of her then the Y/n from the stories and he believed in the version he got to know.

The bar was slowly getting less busy as it was getting late and people were starting to leave, but it was still so much fun. Lando, Alex and George were now wasted and dancing like maniacs, while Charles and Y/n found themselves next to the bar so they could sit on the stools from time to time.

"See Charles, I know that you have heard stories about me, I hear them too. But know that I am truly having a good time with you. I really like you."

"I don't believe the bad stories, chérie. I got to know you tonight and all I know is that you are an amazing person and a beautiful woman."
"I really like you too. I would kiss you, but I am scared that neither of us would remember it in the morning."

The sentence was enough for her to connect their lips. An extraordinary feeling shot through her body, a feeling she had never felt before and Charles felt the same. He cupped her cheeks after he was fully realising what was happening and soon the kiss deepened as they fought for dominance, which after some time, Y/n got.

When they broke apart, their breaths were fast and uneven and their foreheads were resting against each other. "We're both almost completely sober, Charles. Besides, I will never forget this kiss."

"Am I under the spell of 'The life of the party' now, huh?" he responded with a chuckle as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. His finger wasn't super soft, but it wasn't rough either. It was a unique feeling against the surface of her face that made Y/n completely melt.

"I think I am rather under your spell, mister."