CHAPTER 1 TEASER OF MY WIP FIC “SCRATCHING THE SURFACE” (an au landoscar fic where Oscar’s life in f1 is unchanged but Lando is a famous DJ)
Disclaimer: This is not the entire first chapter, just part of it, i need to know how people feel if im going to commit
"Why so sad Papi? You're World Champion, cheer up."
"Yes Gabi, I'm aware." Oscar sighs, sipping his vodka redbull, trying to shake off his heartbreak, "I'm just thinking about Lily."
Slamming his drink down on the bar, Max interjects, "Oh for fucks sake." He stares at Oscar, who has nothing to say. "Look mate, it wasn't meant to be! You're fucking world champ, you should be celebrating, getting drunk, getting laid! Not sulking like a heartbroken schoolboy."
"It's not that simple-" Oscar starts, but doesn't get to finish.
"When I won my first championship, I didn't get home for 3 days. Stop fucking whining, the musics good, the drinks are good, there's women everywhere who would jump at the chance to spend a night with you, come on mate."
Nodding beside him, Gabi adds, "He's right Papi."
"Stop calling me that." Oscar scowls, "I don't like it."
Max and Gabi smirk at each other, plotting.
"You gonna get a round in or what Champ?"
"Alright." finally giving in, Oscar turns towards the bar. "What are you guys drinking?"
"Let's do some shots." Gabi pulls on Oscar's shoulder like an excited teenager, which he basically is.
Oscar rolls his eyes, but agrees, if he's going to have a good time, he's going to need to get absolutely wasted.
An hour and a half later, it's 2am, and Oscar and Max are arm in arm at the bar, more to keep themselves upright than anything else.
Flickering, the strobe lights catch Oscar’s eye and draw his attention towards the DJ, and he pays proper attention to the music for the first time tonight. It's deep, thumping house, and it's making him feel euphoric.
He's drunk of course, between them, they've probably had around 21 shots, and Max and Oscar lost Gabi a while ago, after he stumbled after Fernando, his mentor. Whilst Oscar would like to think a 4 time world champion would be a good influence on him, he was very wrong, because Max liked to party like nobody before.
"I want to dance, I love this song." Max slurred loudly in Oscar's ear.
Oscar tuned into the music once more, it was so good. He almost felt as if the set was designed specifically for him. House, deep, bassy, it was everything he loved, and it only felt right it was playing on his coronation as champion.
"Mate," Oscar began, closer to Max now, using him as support, "Who is this DJ? He's insane."
"Yeah he's good, bit of a prick though!" Laughing Max looked to Oscar, who just looked gone.
"You know him?" Oscar finally turned back.
"Yeah, sort of, It's Lando. He's lives in my building, actually, he DJs in Lily’s pretty regularly. Loves himself though."
"I think you're projecting there bud," Oscar taps Max on the shoulder and pushes away from him, placing one hand on the bar to steady himself. "I'm going to talk to him, I love this set."
"You can't just interrupt his set-"
Oscar walks off from Max, turning back after a moment to see him chasing down George, furious after a dirty move he pulled on track earlier that day.
Pushing through sweat clad bodies and moving towards the thumping speakers at the front of the club, Oscar makes his way towards the DJ booth, intent on meeting this 'Lando' guy. After all, his taste in music is obviously next level, and Oscar was drunk enough not to give a fuck if he came off like a fanboy.
It took him a few minutes to get there, this club was huge, and there were people who were insistent not to move out of his way, women specifically, but he wasn't interested, this music was making him feel more alive than any woman could right now.
He made it finally, and was quickly noticed by one of the guys stood in the booth. He saw him tap Lando on the shoulder and speak into his ear before taking over for him. The DJ gestured for Oscar to follow him, and he did. He took him through a door and the bass faded from a physical force into a distant thrum as the door shut behind them and Oscar's hearing finally returned . He couldn't say the same for his perfect vision or eloquent speech, he could thank the alcohol for that. As he looked around what seemed to be some kind of VIP room he took in the details, it was small but decadent, furnished with a leather sofa and a glass table scattered with half empty liquor bottles, and one wall of obnoxious art. Even through the soundproofing, the music still pulsed faintly behind the door.
Oscar leaned against the wall beside the door and blinked a few times, trying to sober up and not embarrass himself.
The DJ looked different up close. Max didn't say he'd be like this. He looked bigger from the other side of the club, but stood opposite him now, Oscar notices how small he really is, considerably shorter and a much slighter frame, toned, not scrawny, but significantly smaller than Oscar.
Oscar found himself staring.
"-big fan." The DJ smiled.
It was the first thing Oscar heard when he finally regained focus, he scrambled to reply, "Uh yeah man I totally loved your set it was fucking sick." His Australian accent coming out thicker than normal as it always did when he was wasted.
Oscar continued before it got awkward, "Seriously. You're so talented. It's exactly my type of music. I mean obviously otherwise I wouldn't have come up here to tell you." he stumbled over his words now, becoming slightly nervous as the silence grew.
For a second Lando just stared back at him.
Oscar frowned, feeling stupid. "What?"
"No," he said through a grin, "I wasn't asking if you were a fan, I was saying I'm a fan!"
"Of yourself?" Max did say he loved himself, but this much? Oscar was confused.
"Wow you really are wasted." The DJ giggled through his sentence. "No. I'm a fan of you. F1? I've been following for years."
Oscars cheeks flushed, embarrassed, heat rising in his face.
"Seriously man, you really deserved it this year, you didn't put a wheel out of place. Your consistency was insane. Also helps that you drive for McLaren, I've always been a McLaren guy."
"Yeah?" He begins to feel flattered now, not that he wasn't used to this, but it's nice to be acknowledged for your hard work, not just being fangirled over for your face.
"Well, it's been really nice to meet you mate but I've gotta get back to work." The DJ continued smiling.
"Oh okay." Oscar looked towards the door as if he'd forgotten where they were.
They stood there for a second, neither of them moving and Oscar's brain was working slower than usual. Then a thought arrived.
Oscar pointed vaguely at Lando's pocket, "Can I get your number?"
Lando's face reacted before he had chance to say anything, lifting an eyebrow and flashing a look of curiosity, "My number?"
"Yeah." Oscar shrugged. "Incase I want to come to one of your shows."
That's a perfectly plausible explanation, Oscar thought.
They both stuck a hand into their pockets, pulled out their phones and exchanged numbers, Lando glanced at his screen, "Oscar Piastri."
The way he said his name in that vague British accent made something in Oscar blood spike, although he quickly dismissed it, and put it down to how drunk he was.
The DJ slipped his phone back in his pocket and reached for the door, "See you Champ."
The music exploded back to full volumes as the door opened and Oscar winced as Lando disappeared back towards the booth.
Oscar promptly left the room, finding his way back into the dance floor, and nearly falling down some stairs in the process.
Snaking through bodies, to eventually bump back into Gabi.
"Ayy Papi! We were wondering where you'd gotten to!" he exclaimed as he dragged him back towards the bar, where a meter long line of shots were waiting for them, as was Max.
"Did you find him?" Slurred Max.
"Yeah. Nice guy. Got his number so I can find out when he's back in Monaco." He concentrated on the words as they came out, careful not to fudge them.
"Oooo," Max mocked, "You got his number? Maybe you will get laid tonight!" He and Gabi laughed at the statement.
Oscar however did not find it amusing, his body flushed at the thought, and he shook it off, uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes in response.
"Come on mate, you're not drunk enough yet, you're still standing."
"Please let's drink." Gabi whined
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