#My boi Lance

[isabel47]

Lance is hot here.

Inside out 2 was a Great movie (I REALLY ENJOYED IT!!!)

The clock app makes me just Sad half the time from the way they really seem to not like joyxiety which 😭 you're fine to dislike something I just think the overwhelming hate kind of threw me off LOL

I like joy and anxiety because they contrast each other so much and it's so interesting to see their dynamic before and after anxiety takes over. As well as what it looks like after the ending!

I like this movie lots ❤️ enjoy my joyxiety and Added doodles

[isabel47]

⚠️Warning: do not read this if you don’t like large text ideas⚠️

Ok, so we need to make him his own video game so that Nintendo can release it on the Switch 2, and I have the perfect ideas. In fact, this will probably be a game franchise.

Name: A Hero’s Destiny (英雄の運命 in Japanese)

Type of game: open world RPG.

Main cast: Lance Slashblade, Emma (Lance’s best friend and ninja of the team), Jay (The fighter of the team), Malik (The only wizard/magician in the team and second female character in the team) and Roy (A swordsman who is Lance’s best male friend).

Main villains: Mishka (A witch who wants to take Lance’s beauty away because she wants to be beautiful again), Pugu (A dog that likes boxing and comes from the Dog Boxing franchise), Metal Warrior (A swordsman who is covered in a metal suit and is one of Mishka’s servants) and Suki (An evil clone of Lance that would later become part of Lance’s team).

Other characters: Isabel (A young girl who like fashion and sometimes helps the team members to find their way through the world), Clance (One of Lance’s transformation that would later become its own character. It is his ninja version), Maginc (Another one of Lance’s transformation that would later become its own character. It is his wizard version)

Visit the Idea wiki for more information and details.

[goodoldfashionedloverboylance]

I feel like we don't talk enough about the fact that Lance was top of his class as a cargo pilot. like everyone is so quick to demean Lance's intelligence because he's surrounded by the dictionary definition of geniuses in their own fields, but his line "fighter pilot, thanks to you washing out" to Keith means he was TOP RANK NUMBER ONE as a cargo pilot.

Lance is consistently infantilized and bullied for being a jack of all trades. his focus is spread, and even so he excels at what he sets his mind to. He, with little to no real gun or hand-to-hand combat training, becomes the team's designated sharpshooter. he also unlocks an altean broadsword , the only paladin to unlock multiple classes of weapons.

But he is the brunt of so many jokes because he's an empathetic, selfless, charismatic guy and a good friend BEFORE he's a genius. And honestly, i do believe whole heartedly that he is a genius, his focus is just so spread that he isn't a prodigy like his team members.

I love you Lance McClain.

[seokjinite]

GUINEVERE

Merlin 4x01 | The Darkest Hour

[isabel47]

Why do the Final Fantasy outfits fit so well?!?!?!

Since Lance is meant to be a parody of typical video game heroes, I decided to have him dress up as characters he's frequently compared to as🤭

[klancer-warrior]

i think ppl forget how much of a tease keith is, and how silly he can be when he's around lance. i need more silly keith!!!

anyways this is part 1 of this tiny comic

[heynhay]

merry Christmas klancers 🎅

[aramarama-the-magnificent]

Lance refused to garfle keith’s warfle ’til he snick that night

do people still do this meme? I know I’m late to the game

anyways alexa play Papi Chulo by Lorna

[isabel47]

Well, if I was her, I would steal the figure.

The thing that made Disgust get as bad as Joy? Riley is in the girls room and notices a Lance Slashblade figurine.

Girl: I know some people think he's lame, but I think he's awesome! People just don't see his full potential.

Joy: ...Well, not everyone can be perfect. But you gotta respect the flaws because the good's that much better.

Disgust, already drooling: You shut your gosh dang hippie-dippie trash mouth...

[egophiliac]

I feel like F/P/S was still a pretty weird one, even by Lance's standards.

sorry for (in an ironic twist) not doing much Ride Kamens art now that it's actually started; I've been pretty slow going through it and I feel weird posting about things I'm not caught up on! though I'm. definitely gonna have to set aside some time to actually get through episode 13, after what they posted today. (w-what did they do to my Leon) (NOBODY TELL ME I HAVE TO FIND OUT ON MY OWN) (LEOOOOOOOON)

[sweet-allien]

My beloved LS²

[wisteriasymphony]

does anybody know if there's a bryce papenbrook utauloid out there somewhere. i have ideas

[isabel47]

I wonder what will happen if Lance and Cloud meet in the new Smash Bros Game. Probably they could team up with each other to defeat the villains. Or maybe they’ll just explore together.

[itscherryterry-again]

yea

[themultifanshipper]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It really depended on who you asked. But you were determined to make everyone have a good time at the end-of-season celebration.

Warnings: no plot only filth, smut, most of the drivers are present and active, cum, a lot of it, like A LOT, inside and outside, public sex? Voyeurism, many orgasms, the end is crack i'm telling you now

Part 9 of One of the Boys

Max and George had been fighting, Carlos was a mess, Lewis was a mess, Kevin, Zhou and Valtteri were leaving, Max was celebrating his fourth Championship, Franco didn't have a seat for next year, Charles was in mourning, Lando and Oscar were… well. They were doing what they do best: dancing around each other awkwardly.

Tonight, everyone was free to have a piece of you if they so desired.

For the end of season celebrations, a club in Monaco had been completely privatised for the occasion.

No cameras, no outside guests, this was exclusively for the drivers to let loose and enjoy their last time all together.

They decided not to do it in Abu Dhabi given the nature of some of the local laws, so the usual parties happened there before you all flew to Monaco for the private celebration.

It had been previously agreed that anything went. There was a private room in the back, and as many drinks as you all required. Open bar, no barman.

You were in a skirt, for convenience, and a top that barely covered anything, and you were doing rounds of shots with all the drivers. For the last time for some of them.

Kevin wasn't particularly sad, he would be able to spend a bit more time with his kids and he had a seat in endurance racing. So the shots were celebratory, and the backshots he gave you in the private room were sweet and passionate, a testament of how happy and fulfilled he felt about his time in Formula 1.

The room consisted of a low table, a few sofas, a stage with a pole (that you were not going anywhere near, thank you very much) and even a little adjoined bathroom for any eventual (inevitable) cleanup, which even had a shower in it.

Whoever chose this club really knew what they were doing.

While you were dancing, Kevin still dripping down the inside of your thighs, two others drivers came up to you.

The Sauber pair. Zhou was looking a bit shy but Valtteri didn't hesitate to lean in and purr seductively in your ear, hands going to hold your hips that were swaying to the music.

“We were wondering if we could have our turn…”

And take turns, they did.

They had you on a couch, legs akimbo while they worshipped your body with their mouths and hands.

Valtteri then fucked you up against the wall, mustache tickling your neck as he groaned into your skin.

“Such a sweet pussy- shame I couldn't have it more often”

You nodded desperately, tears running down your cheeks from the pleasure as you clawed at the walls looking for purchase. His cock was curved upwards slightly, so the angle made him hit your g-spot dead on every time.

Zhou's cock was shorter but thicker, and he chose to take you from behind. You learned he was very good with his hands.

His pace was maddeningly slow, but the way he snapped his hips made you shudder as you came around him unbelievably quickly, aided by his expert fingers working away at your clit.

Once you were all dressed again, and cleaned up, they kissed you goodbye and you frowned.

“You don't have to go, stay for a bit, enjoy the company” you begged.

“I have a flight home in a couple of hours” Valtteri uttered sadly. “and Zhou has a very long flight home”

They smiled and kissed your hand reverently. “It's been a pleasure, my dear”

You watched them say goodbye to the others, very tight hugs being exchanged, then trundle out of the door, as if it was just another post-race celebration.

You made your way over to Fernando who was chatting animatedly with Lance.

Their faces lit up when they spotted you.

“Enjoying yourself, beautiful?” Fernando greeted you, sliding an arm around your waist and pecking you on the cheek.

“Very much” you grinned at him. “I was just wondering if you two want to have me to yourselves for a bit before the others start getting possessive”

Fernando’s hand made its way down to squeeze your ass and he leaned in to mutter in your ear.

“With pleasure, hermosa. In the back room or out here in front of everyone?”

The idea made you shiver. “Which ever you prefer”...

That's how you ended up bouncing on his lap, his cock splitting you open, in one of the booths that lined the walls of the club.

You certainly turned a few heads, some drivers looking up at you curiously, others in amusement, but you weren't really paying attention to anyone else.

Your skirt was bunched up around your hips, which were being bruised by the hold Fernando had on them as he impaled you on his cock repeatedly.

You were facing Lance, who was watching the two of you from across the leather seated booth, lazily stroking himself.

“Fuck- Fernando she's dripping.”

You really were. You'd never really had an audience like this, but the fact that you were exposed in such a manner, surrounded by people you loved and trusted, made you wetter than you ever thought possible.

Fernando thrusted into you from below, bruising grip slamming you down onto him in a way that made your toes curl.

The ease with which he could manhandle you was impressive, his muscles bulging under his shirt every time he flexed. It took him so little effort you felt weightless, being used like a ragdoll to satisfy Fernando's need.

“Shit- I missed this so much” you whined as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly. “The car had better be good next year, I can't go another year without a podium from you…”

You gasped as he wrapped his arms around you and bent you forward over the table, deepening the angle and making you almost burst into tears with how good he felt inside you.

“If this sweet pussy is what I will get, then I will put as much money in the car as it will take for me to get another taste”

He grunted in your ear and you knew he was getting close. You were too, and you didn't even need to tell him,  he could feel your body trembling like a leaf in his grasp.

“Go on princess, come for me, make a mess of the seats”

You cried out as your orgasm overcame you, the constant relentless abuse your g-spot was getting made you feel like your whole body was on fire.

You were a vice around Fernando, and your pulsing walls milked him for everything he had as he came with a loud groan inside you.

He sat back down with you in his lap, his cock slipping out of you, along with his cum as he spread your legs for Lance to kneel between and immediately start lapping at your creamy folds.

His hand worked furiously over himself while he cleaned you up, and the debauched act was enough for him to come all over his own hand and the floor.

God help whoever was going to be cleaning this place once the night was over.

Later on you found yourself doing another round of shots, with Carlos and Lewis.

“Looks like Fernando's still got it after all this time” Lewis joked, lifting an eyebrow at you suggestively.

You scoffed at him and reminded him he was only 4 years younger than Fernando.

“In dog years that's 28 years difference”

You rolled your eyes. “Lewis, in dog years you are both dead.”

He chuckled before taking another shot.

“We'll see who's dead after I'm done with you.”

Well, you might as well have been dead. Your hips certainly were.

He had you bent in half on the table, knees against your collarbones as he pounded into you.

The squelch was obscene, your sopping cunt clenching on every thrust of his thick cock until you were a crying, babbling mess.

It also didn't help that in an effort to shut you up, Carlos had slid his cock into your mouth.

So you lay there, with your head hanging off the table while two men filled you up with their cum, in front of their friends and rivals.

The table was filthy by the time the two men had finished with you, so you moved to another booth and beckoned Lando and Oscar over for more shots.

“Hello boys!” You cheered as they slithered into the seats either side of you, Lando on your right and Oscar on your left.

“How does it feel to be the first McLaren constructor's champions since 1998?” you purred, fingers wrapping around a shot glass and pouring it into your mouth.

“Feels fucking amazing…” Oscar whispered into your neck.

You threaded your fingers through his hair to pull him up for a filthy kiss.

You’d only swallowed half the glass and he moaned when you pushed the remaining liquid into his mouth. It burned on the way down, making him splutter at the bitter taste.

You and Lando laughed softly before you took another shot and did the same thing with him, and he took it like a champ.

Oscar didn’t like that you’d made him look ridiculous by surprising him with Tequila, so he demanded another go. And the same thing happened again.

You did another couple of shots like that, but the two men eventually got desperate for a different kind of taste of you.

Lando had a hand on your right thigh, Oscar on your left, and they pulled them apart to hook your legs over theirs.

You were fully exposed to their torture, the only thing you could do was moan when fingers (you didn't know whose) trailed along your folds, gathering your wetness while avoiding your clit on purpose.

“I think we deserve a reward for our hard work. Keep your eyes closed sweetheart, if you open them, we stop…”

It was turning you on to no end, having four hands on your body, and not being able to open your eyes to see who they belonged to.

Two fingers were inside you, rubbing insistent circles into your g-spot, another finger was circling your clit gently, a hand was alternating between squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples, and the last one was wrapped around your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your brain and making you feel incredible as your orgasm approached at a record pace.

“Fuck-” you rasped “I'm close, I'm so fucking close, oh my god!”

You clamped down on whoever's fingers they were as the pleasure overwhelmed you and you leaked onto the leather under you.

You panted into Lando's mouth, whining in overstimulation and he chuckled, standing up and sucking his fingers clean.

Oscar gave you a quick kiss as well before mirroring his teammate. They made no move to unbutton their pants.

“What?” you sat there panting, blinking up at them in confusion “What about you guys?”

Oscar chuckled.

“We figured you had enough to be getting on with tonight, so we'll be taking our reward privately another day, when you’ve recovered from what the others have planned for you” they winked at you and slipped out of the booth, leaving you to recompose yourself.

You made your way back to the dance floor, moving to the beat of the loud music while you danced with the others. That’s when you caught the eye of Yuki.

Yuki seemed pretty shy at first glance, but once you got to know him he was a menace.

He grinned at you and made his way over, dancing along the way and you laughed at the ridiculousness of his moves.

You turned so your back was to him, letting him wrap an arm around you from behind and gluing his hips to yours.

His hands went to grip your hips tight as you danced together, pretty much grinding on the dancefloor.

“Is it my turn yet?” he growled as he rubbed his crotch against the curve of your ass.

“It certainly is.” Your head lay back against his shoulder and he took the opportunity to trail kisses along the side of your jaw. “And you're free to have me however you want...”

He chuckled darkly when his hand slipped under your skirt to feel how wet you were.

He slipped a finger in easily, too easily and he grunted into your skin.

“Looks like I can just slip inside you right here, then”

You gasped when you felt one of his hands flip the back of your skirt up, then unbutton his pants to pull his cock out and slip it between your wet thighs.

The advantage of being similar heights meant that there was no need for either of you to bend your knees awkwardly or get up on tip toes, he just slipped into you and you moaned, high pitched into the thick air of the club.

It was slow. It was maddeningly slow as he rocked his hips in time with the beat of the song that was playing.

“Yuki!” you whined but he just laughed, his grip on your hips unrelenting as he bullied his cock into your sopping cunt at a snail’s pace.

You could feel your slick dripping down your legs, apparently being watched, or at least visible to all the others was making you wetter than ever.

“Such a dirty girl, aren't you?” he grunted into your ear as he picked up the pace slightly.

“She certainly is” said a voice in your other ear, which made you jump slightly.

It was Liam.

He closed the gap between your bodies, hands going to your waist as he kissed you.

But Yuki got rougher with his thrusts, making you moan into Liam's mouth and break the kiss to get some air into your lungs.

God, men were so competitive.

“So how’s your evening going?” he asked teasingly with a lopsided grin as you clung onto him for support.

“Don't- fuck!” Yuki gave a particularly hard thrust to try and distract you from Liam “Don't make small talk while I'm being fucked, you can see exactly how ahh- how my night is going…”

Liam chuckled and slowly lowered himself down to his knees, so he was eye level with where Yuki’s cock was spreading you open.

He flipped your skirt up and groaned at the sight.

You were dripping all over your thighs and Liam wanted nothing more than to lick them clean.

But instead he brought a hand up to his mouth and sucked on his thumb to wet it, before bringing it to your clit to rub it lightly.

“Oh fuck!” you squealed, and you wrapped a hand in his hair to steady yourself.

“You gonna come baby? Gonna come all over Yuki's cock like a good girl?”

You nodded desperately. Yuki's thrusts were getting sloppier, and you could feel your high approaching quickly as Liam worked over your clit diligently.

He was looking up at you with doe eyes and a small smirk, and that was your undoing.

“I'm… I'm fuck- I'm coming!” you cried out, your orgasm washing over you in waves, and Yuki followed shortly after as he pumped you full of him.

He tucked himself back into his pants, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek and muttered “thank you” before leaving you with the insatiable blonde now standing in front of you.

He rubbed a couple of fingers through your folds, gathering some of the obscene mixture, and brought them to your lips for you to suck on.

His pupils were blown wide, feeling utterly insane as he watched you suck them clean.

“Want me to fuck Yuki's cum back into you?” he purred.

You moaned and nodded, eyes closing at the bitter taste on your tongue.

You ended up back on top of one of the tables in a booth, this time on your stomach as Liam slid himself in to the hilt, displacing Yuki's come and making it drip down your legs.

Nico, who you'd picked up on the way to the booth, was unbuttoning his pants as quickly as he could while you looked up at him with your tongue hanging out of your mouth.

As soon as his cock was freed you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the tip, teasing it with your tongue.

He groaned, and Liam took that as a sign to start moving, so he planted his hands on the table either side of your waist and started fucking you in earnest while Nico slid more of his cock into your mouth.

“God, your mouth schatz…” you hummed at the praise and his hips bucked at the extra vibration on his cock.

They got into a rhythm, one pushing in while the other slid out, and thank god you were laying down because your legs wouldn't have withstood the pure obscenity of the way Liam rolled his hips expertly, hips meeting yours every time you tried to push back against him.

You were so blissed out you didn't even notice Esteban slink into the booth and take a seat next to you.

He wasted no time pulling his pants down, and he hissed as he wrapped a hand around himself and squeezed lightly.

It didn't take Liam much longer to come, given how he'd been riled up ever since Yuki had beaten him to you on the dance floor, and he pumped his cock into you a few more times before letting out a low groan and emptying himself inside you.

He stepped aside and motioned for Esteban to take his place, and you gasped when his cock entered you.

It was longer than Liam's, and it bumped against your cervix on every thrust, despite him not even being fully inside you.

He chuckled when you choked around Nico, making the older man grunt and pull himself out of your mouth to give you a breather.

He jerked himself off furiously as you heaved in a breath, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“You gonna open that pretty mouth and let me come on your tongue, princess?” he panted, and you nodded, doing exactly that and sticking your tongue back out as far as it would go.

A few seconds later he came in hot spurts over your tongue, some of it dripping onto your lips and chin as you winked at him, and swallowed the lot.

Esteban didn't last long either, leaning over you and whispering dirty praises into your ear until you were a trembling mess underneath him.

“I didn't get to have this pussy last time, but I could wait for a thousand years if it meant being able to have this perfect cunt wrapped around my cock, squeezing around me so tight…”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, and when you looked to the side, you could see Max staring at you, a glass of Gin & Tonic in his hand as he fixed you with a look that clearly meant ‘It's my turn soon, and you're not going to be able to remember any of the others when I'm done with you”

Esteban wondered what made you clench like that, and his gaze fell on Max and he laughed at the expression on the Dutchman's face.

“He may have kicked us out last time, but tonight I get to have this sweet pussy all. I. want.”

He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, which pushed you over the edge crying out as you came for the umpteenth time that night.

He rocked his hips a few times and followed in Liam's footsteps, filling you up to the brim.

You had so much come inside you, and running down your legs, it felt obscene.

“Well, well, well… what a sight”

Franco suddenly appeared beside you, hand trailing down your back to squeeze your ass in his large palm.

“Can I have a turn?” he asked, eyes drawn to the way your cunt fluttered and more cum dribbled out.

“Of course, Franco” you smiled up at him lazily, obviously fucked out of your mind on dopamine.

Alex also showed up, having spotted his teammate making his way up to you.

He used your mouth to get off while Franco slipped his impressive girth inside you.

Apparently Franco was whiny during sex, because he was letting out breathy high pitched moans everytime he buried himself inside you, the squelch making his head reel with how wet you were around him and he came in no time, only adding to collection of cum dripping out of you.

On his way out, he bumped into Charles and Pierre, who had decided it was their turn.

They watched Alex finish over your ass, for which he had a bit of a thing, and fist-bumped him on his way out.

Charles moaned as you spread your legs, his cock throbbing at the mess in front of him.

“Oh darling, it looks like you've really made the most of tonight, haven't you?”

He trailed a finger along your inner thigh, spreading the mixture of juices around your skin.

His tip was just resting against your entrance, not pushing in yet while he had his fun.

His finger trailed up your thigh, through your folds and spread the wetness all the way up to the puckered rim of your asshole.

“Charles no” you whined pitifully “I need you inside me now, just fuck me please”

He chuckled pushing just over half his cock inside your cunt and thrusting way to gently.

“But I haven't done this with you yet” he pouted, his finger applying the lightest pressure and breaching your hole shallowly.

He was barely moving inside you and you felt like you were going mad with need.

“Chaaaarles, not tonight, please just go faster” you bucked your hips backwards, trying to get more of his cock inside you, and the two men laughed at your neediness. “If you don't want to fuck me then move over and let Pierre do it”

Charles’ eyebrows shot up in surprise and Pierre smirked at him. “You heard the lady”

Charles sighed, rubbing the tip of his finger over your rim longingly.

“Okay, next year then”

He slammed his hips against yours suddenly, making you jolt and cry out at the stimulation.

“Yes Charles, fuck!” his thrusts rendered you breathless, your thighs hitting the edge of the table every time.

Surprisingly, Charles didn't last very long. When he felt like he was getting close he pulled out and turned you over onto your back, slamming into you a few more times while he held your legs open before pulling out completely and finishing all over your thighs and quivering mess of a cunt.

He quickly stepped aside and Pierre, who you hadn't noticed had been jerking himself off next to you, wasted no time pushing into you and stretching you more than any of the others could.

Because he was so big, he had to go slow at first to make sure he didn't hurt you, but he quickly picked up the pace and hurtled towards his own orgasm, and weirdly, he did what Charles did, pulling out at the last second and shooting his cum over your lower stomach and puffy lips, groaning at the sight.

You looked at the two men questioningly, and they looked a bit sweatier, and a bit more unhinged than they usually did after fucking. What on earth had gotten into them?

“What was that about?” you asked, seeing the way they were eyeing up your body.

“We've never seen you covered in so much cum and… it's doing something to us” Charles chuckled breathlessly, once again swirling his finger through the mess on your body.

“Is that right?” you giggled pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “Well maybe if you win a race next year, I'll let you and Pierre cover me… completely” you muttered and he had to close his eyes to recompose himself.

“We would love that” He whispered and he dipped down again to give you a filthy kiss.

The moment was interrupted by a low groan and the sound of shuffling.

“Jesus Christ”

George and Max were standing there stiffly, staring at you.

Charles and Pierre just smirked at each other and sat down on the leather seats, eager to watch whatever was about to unfold.

“I'm the last one, right?” George said, eyes still trained on where your cunt was still leaking cum.

“Actually, I think you'll find that I am still-“

You couldn’t bare hearing any bickering right now, you were high on sex, and you just wanted to feel good.

“Excuse me!” you snapped, cutting them off “Actually, neither of you are coming anywhere near me until you've sorted out your differences”

They looked like they were about to argue with you.

“So either make up or make out, I don't care, but you're not getting me until you decide to work together”

Their jaws snapped shut.

They glanced at each other sheepishly.

“Come on, man…” Max lightly prodded George and that set them off again.

“Don't fucking touch me”

“What? you scared of me?” Max prodded him again.

“Fuck off” he slapped Max's arm away.

“Oh yeah, why don't you make me?”

“Oh you don't want to get me started-“

“Go on then”

“Yeah? You want to fight? Typical”

“Fuck you-”

They were getting physical, pushing each other roughly back and forth and you were about to intervene when…

“Ow! You fucking- mmmff!”

It happened so fast, you, Charles and Pierre barely had time to register what was happening.

Max grabbed the front of George's shirt and slammed him against the side of the booth, but instead of punching him, which is what you thought he was going to do, he pressed his body against the taller man and pulled his head down to shove their lips together.

George tried to put up a fight, but it didn't last long as Max quickly invaded his senses and all he could do was cling to the older man while they fought with their mouths rather than their fists.

Although with how the kiss was going, you wouldn't be surprised if they did end up taking each other's fists.

You laughed at your own unhinged dirty mind and turned to the others, who were gawping at the two with open mouths.

You had a feeling they were going to be there a while.

So you picked your skirt up off the other side of the leather couches and put it on in a semblance of modesty, and made your way to the room that had a shower in it to freshen up a bit. The hot water felt amazing as it washed away the stickiness all over your skin.

When you came out, fresh and ready to party, you ran into Pierre who was looking for you.

“They were at it for ages, and they only stopped when they realised you weren't there anymore. Look, I took a picture, it's in the group chat” he showed you his phone and indeed, they had moved to the seats, Max on top and they looked debauched.

If that picture ever got out, the world of F1 would be shaken forever, and twitter would probably explode...

You spent the rest of the night dancing and doing shots with the remaining drivers. You danced for hours, enjoying each other’s company as the season officially came to a close.

 Max and George were scowling at you from across the room the whole time, which was fine. At least they were no longer scowling at each other.

Besides, you'd have plenty of opportunities to make it up to them, next season.

[raapija]

devastated by this.