TWO

Formula 2 parties were never this fun.

Larissa Cohen knew that less than an hour in.

Whilst she had been avoiding most of the drivers that she hadn't met yet, she had made friends with some mechanics from other garages, such as Red Bull and Mclaren.

Zahra had made friends with the personal trainer of Valterri Bottas, who had promised to introduce her to the Finnish driver, and had since taken the dark skinned beauty to meet her favorite driver, much to her delight.

That did mean however, that Larissa had been temporarily left alone. But thankfully, temporarily was all it was.

"Come on rookie, let's shake our booties till the sun comes up."

"Daniel, I swear, if you want me to dance with you, you've gotta get me a drink and a strong one at that." Larissa smirked at the man's exasperated look that he was giving her, trying to guilt trip her into dancing with him.

"If you were Ferrari, you'd be more fun." Daniel teased his protégé, having decided to take the young driver under his wing.

"If I was Ferrari, I'd be kicking your ass." Larissa countered with a raised eyebrow, seeing Daniel's face morph into a look of disbelief, clearly not believing the fact.

She was about to go and leave the Australian to grab a drink at the bar when a glass of alcoholic liquid was shoved into her face.

"Drink. If you're stuck with him, you'll need it."

"Don't be such a loser, loser. She already likes me more than you." Daniel grinned, hoping to annoy the man in front of him, whose arm was loosely draped around the shoulder of his protégé.

"Hmm, of course she does. Remind me, who's got four world championship titles again?" Lewis Hamilton teased, handing the girl a drink that he knew she would like. Why?

Because her father used to drink it.

"That would be Sebastian Vettel, obviously." Larissa taunted the Mercedes driver, seeing Daniels eyes light up as she mocked his rival. "My dad had five, so you're not quite his level to brag, are you Lew?"

Lewis laughed in delight, seeing her feisty side come back to light, one that he had missed since he saw her race throughout formula 3 and formula 2. He always went to her races whenever he could, to support her and cheer her on, since he had decided to take on the roll of older brother in her life, and to see her being able to let go and relax and joke, even if it was whilst she was bullying him, made him feel like he was over the moon.

"Heard you wanted to drive a Williams, you trying to get into Mercedes?" Lewis smiled, seeing her face twist into the taunting one she held most often.

"If I wanted to, I could take your seat and kick your ass down into a Williams, and we both know it. But, I figured I'd be nice and give you a shot of getting a fifth. Doesn't mean you'll get it though." Daniel whistled at her competitive side coming to light as the three of them danced together, since the Brazilian girl had already finished her whiskey as soon as she was handed it.

"She'll be at red bull kicking your ass soon enough, Hamilton. She's got Christian's attention completely, and you never know, she might take a championship away from you, since she's bound for greatness." Daniels eyes glistened with mischief, as he heard her laugh, before she kissed the four time world champions cheek and vanished into the crowd, leaving the rivals to battle as to who her favorite was out of the two.

Spoiler alert: it was neither.

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"Mon Cherie! Over here!"

Pierre Gasly was calling her name from the far end of the bar, surrounded by what looked like to be his friends, and whilst she didn't want to be rude and ignore him, she really didn't have it in her to socialise with more people than she needed to.

So she opted to pretend like she didn't hear him or see him and just ordered multiple shots of tequila, throwing them down her throat as if they were water, since tequila barely affected her, because thankfully, she had a high alcohol tolerance, unfortunately the same couldn't be said for Zahra.

Her tactic of avoiding her teammate and pretending that she didn't hear him however, immediately flew out of the window when he approached her, friends by his side.

"Damn Pierre, this your new chick? She looks good from all angles, especially the back." A wolf whistle sounded from behind her, a Canadian voice taunting her.

Pierre was about to say something, since his mouth was open and his face was scrunched up, presumably in anger at the words leaving the other mans lips, when the Brazilian girl turned around, a fake smile plastered on her painted red lips.

"Oh I look good from behind, do I?" The Canadian that had cat called her nodded his head, seemingly captivated by her body. "Get used to only seeing the back of me, since you won't be able to get past me on the track."

"I- uh- wha- what?"

"Lance Stroll, right?" The dark haired man nodded his head, in shock at how she quickly she had replied with a comeback. "Pleasure to meet a Williams driver that isn't worthy of said seat. How's Daddy's money working out for you?"

Snorts, giggles and laughs echoed around the group of men who stood next to girl who effortlessly leaned against the bar counter, propped up by her elbows. Pierre himself was trying to hide his laughter at his teammates response, he had never expected that to have left her mouth, but he loved it.

"I deserve my seat actually." Lance glared at the woman, seeing a smug aura around her. He didn't even know who she was.

"Ah yes, I'm sure you do. I wonder how long it will take until your daddy buys a team to make you a star, although with you as a son, we all know it would be a wasted investment." Larissa stood to her feet, challenging the Canadian, seeing his chest deflate in annoyance.

"Well tell your dad that nothing can make you a good driver." Lance replied weakly. He knew that wasn't a good comeback, but he didn't have anything else.

"Ah yes, I'll be sure to tell him at his gravestone after I've cleaned his trophy cabinet that his daughter who worked her way up the different leagues is a failure because one driver who can't get a seat in formula one without his daddy's influence says so. I'm sure he'll be devastated." Larissa mocked, not noticing or caring that the man she was mocking had taken a step back away from her at the mention that her father was deceased with a look of sympathy on his face.

Pierre cleared his throat, stepping forward to wrap his arms around the shoulders of his new teammate, hoping to calm the situation down. "So, that's Lance. This is my new teammate, Larissa. She's cool."

"We can tell, mate." A Dutch accent sounded as a man laughed. She was a rival of his, but that didn't mean he couldn't find her funny.

"That's Max." Pierre introduced the pair, seeing the cold demeanour fade slightly once her attention wasn't on the Canadian anymore. "That's Esteban."

"Bonjour, Larissa." Esteban Ocon smiled, having recognised her from her karting days, when she kicked his ass despite the age difference and level between the two at the time.

"Estie, how you doing, buddy? Lost to any twelve year old girls lately?" The group of men looked between the pair in surprise, which soon morphed into one of joy at the realisation of what she had said.

"Wait, you lost to her when she was twelve?" Another driver spoke, with a French accent, as he laughed.

"It was one time!" Esteban defended, a soft smile on his lips at his old friends giggles. She brought that up deliberately.

"I still kicked your ass, even if it was one time." Larissa winked, before throwing back another shot of tequila.

"That's Carlos." A dark haired man with tanned skin waved slightly, seeming almost shy to look at her. "And that, is Charles."

"Hi." A brunette boy spoke, his cheeks tinged pink from making eye contact with her. "He drives for Sauber."

"French accent, but I don't remember there being four French drivers on the grid, so I'd say you're Monégasque, right?" Larissa guessed.

"Ye- yes." Charles stuttered, having not expected for her to know his nationality. Most people who didn't know him assumed he was French, so he couldn't quite believe it.

"You always were the clever one." Esteban winked at his friend, since he knew that she was a new driver in formula one, he just hadn't had the chance to find her and talk to her about it.

"Well boys, it's been lovely meeting you all" She seemed to hesitate as her eyes shifted back to the Canadian who she took an immediate disliking to. "Well, most of you." She corrected. "but I don't do social interactions, so I'm gonna get some tequila and disappear for the rest of the night. Au revoir."

Pierre and Esteban noticed how some of their friends gazes lingered on her as she retreated away from them, though only Esteban noticed how Pierre and Charles watched her with fond smiles, as if she was the best thing to ever walk the earth.

"She's hot." Lance commented, immediately making Esteban tense up.

"Yeah but she's not your sister, so you're not interested, clearly." The drivers stared wide eyed at Esteban as he realised what had left his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise, having not expected himself to say such thing.

Her personality was already rubbing off on the French man. But he couldn't wait to spend more time with his old best friend.

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Zahra Bailey was a lightweight.

Valterri Bottas figured that out when he tried to help her find her best friend, since he knew that the girl would be worried if her best friend vanished from the party.

It was a good job that he knew who he was looking for, since Zahra had passed out from alcohol, which meant the Finnish driver had resorted to carrying the woman, until he found her friend to ensure her safe way back home.

Zahra was a lovely girl, Valterri thought, just maybe a little too young for him. He had wanted to tell her, to let her down gently to avoid building her hopes up, but found himself unable to when the girl was stumbling all around the dance floor.

He knew he couldn't leave her, in fear of someone taking advantage of her in her drunken state, so he stuck by her side, ensuring that she took small sips of water to help sober her up, but when that failed, he resorted to helping her find her best friend.

He found eventually found the Brazilian woman, sat by herself with a bottle of tequila, away from the crowds as if she was trying to hide from people. As soon as her eyes lifted from her drink, and caught the unconscious figure of her best friend in the arms of Valterri Bottas, her protective attitude kicked in, and her mind immediately went to the worst case scenario.

She couldn't help it. She was just incredibly protective of her best friend.

"What the fuck did you do?" Larissa glared at the Finnish man, her ice cold glare piercing his body, sending shivers down his spine.

"Nothing, I swear! She had two cocktails that weren't even strong, and then the next thing, she was out of it. I was helping her find you." Valterri defended, gently placing the drunken woman down on a chair, to hold his hands up in defence at the accusing glare of the newest driver on the grid.

"Only two? Are you sure?" Larissa crouched beside her best friend, checking for any signs of injury, and finding none.

"Only two. I swear." The Finnish man held his hands up, his face showing that he was in fact intimidated by her icy glare and harsh tone. "I didn't want her to be taken advantage of, so I wanted to bring her to you."

Larissa nodded her head at the man, thinking of what to do next. "Find Seb, or Esteban since I know they arent drinking tonight. Tell them to get their asses here, and that I need them."

Valterri nodded, heading off to do what she had ordered him to do, as Larissa ordered a glass of water from the bar to help her friend sober up a little bit more.

"I can take her home." A mechanic from Toro Rosso smiled at the Brazilian, she thought his name was Kyle, she wasn't sure. "I know with you being a driver that you're not meant to leave early, so I can take her back to the hotel for you."

Larissa squinted her eyes at the man. He may be genuine, but was she going to take the risk and potentially put her best friend in danger, by putting her in the hands of a man that she had met once at the garage.

Absolutely not.

"No. Fuck off, I got her."

Kyle chuckled. "You're not meant to leave yet for another 2 hours, because you're a driver. I can take her, no problem."

"And I said, I got her." Larissa snarled. "She's my best friend, so she's my responsibility. Now back off or I'll slam my fist so hard into your face, you won't be able to see for a month."

"You heard her." Sebastian Vettel warned the man, having been told by Valterri that his two niece's needed help.

"Back away from the ladies." Esteban spoke up, having too been warned about a drunken Zahra needing help.

"I got help. Do you need me to carry her to Sebastian's car?" Valterri offered, wanting to get the two ladies away from the man who didn't seem to take no for an answer.

"Yeah, thanks. Go with Esteban and get her in the car and stay with her until Seb and I join you." Larissa spoke, watching as both men nodded, carrying Zahra away to her uncles car, as she stared down the mechanic from the Toro Rosso garage.

"Now, I won't tell you again." Sebastian threatened, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Leave my girls alone."

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A/N

I apologise to any Lance Stroll fans reading this, whilst I myself am not personally a fan of him, I had to make a driver annoy her and to always get on her nerves, and unfortunately for you guys, I chose Lance, but I'm sure he'll get along with her eventually.

Some drivers may be written differently to how they are in real life, and I mean no offence to those who are fans of the drivers whose personalities I change.

Also for later reference, most of the drivers girlfriends do not exist in this story, except the wives of a couple of the drivers, since I know that if I include them, I'd mess it up.

Anyways, here is chapter two of LEGACY, I hope you all enjoy.

Word count: 2.5K

-RUBY ❤️