💛 hi 🥹 CONGRATS ON 3K THAT'S HUUUUUGE !!!!
I am obsessed with this idea and also my favourite activity (as of recently lmao) is drunk karaoke and of COURSE my dream would be to do it with lando !!!!
drunk karaoke with Lando would, and i'm not exaggerating, mean everything to me. i am in love with just the idea of this.
thank you for supporting me through the many phases of this blog and for entertaining my every thought/idea. adore you, mel💛 i hope you enjoy this blurb that was meant to be 300-400 words but ended up being 800+ lol
celebration post: here
Drunk Karaoke with Lando Norris under the cut😊
You quickly downed the shot thrust into your hand – sambuca, which meant it absolutely came from Lando since he was the only one who knew of your preference.
He was on your left, sweaty and somehow wide awake despite the fact you’d been out for hours. Oscar was on your right, slowly swaying to the music with his eyes half shut. Somewhere across the club Charles and Pierre were dancing on an elevated surface while George videotaped them like a suburban soccer mom at her son’s first game. Here in Monaco, everyone partied post-race as if they themselves had made it to the top step over the weekend.
Out of nowhere, Lando fell into you as he shouted in your ear – “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”
Oscar caught you before you could topple over, steadying you on your feet before shooting Lando a dirty look.
“Sorry, sorry,” Lando giggled. He centered himself and then put his hands on your shoulders, looking the most serious you’d ever seen him.
“Anyway, do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”
“Win at Silverstone? Become world champion?”
“Well, yes, but think smaller, you lunatic. Something I could do right now.”
“Out drink Max?”
“What? No, I don’t care about outdrinking Max, where did that come from?”
“Well, I just thought since he usually wins every race that you’d want to beat him at something – ”
“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” Oscar interjected. “He wants to do drunk karaoke. When we went out in Miami he was practically on his knees begging me to sing with him.”
A giant grin spread across your face as you playfully swatted Lando’s chest.
“Why didn’t you just say so? I happen to be an excellent karaoke partner,” you boasted.
Lando clapped his hands and jumped around like a toddler at your remark – “So, you’ll do it with me?”
Instead of answering, you snatched his hand and pulled him through the club at an impressive speed. You weren’t in a karaoke bar, quite far from it, but you planted yourself in front of the DJ booth and gestured to Lando. Security immediately pulled you both into the booth, perks of having Lando at your side, and the DJ of the night asked what she could do for you.
“Hi! Lando Norris wants to do drunk karaoke and I’m trusting that you can make that happen. It’s very important to him,” you professed.
“I think I might have a couple instrumentals or could make some magic happen. Any specific requests? You won’t have any lyrics on screen, though. And you’ll have to share a mic.”
Before you could ask what your options were, Lando was shouting, once again, in your ear.
“DO YOU HAVE THE SPICE GIRLS? THAT ONE SPICE GIRLS SONG?”
“Lando, we won’t have the lyrics,” you reminded him.
“I don’t need them,” he declared, crossing his arms with attitude. “Maybe you need them, fake fan.”
“I most certainly do not,” you yelled back to Lando. “DJ, roll the track. Pretty please. You're amazing."
She chuckled and handed you the singular mic, Lando immediately snatching it from your hands.
“It’s my dream, I get to hold the mic.”
You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile, stepping into his side as he threw an arm around you.
The deafening bass from the speakers grew quiet as the DJ addressed the crowd of people – “we’ve got a special surprise tonight! These two lovely friends of mine up here are going to perform a special number for everyone. Please welcome – ”
She paused, waiting for you and Lando to introduce yourselves.
“LANDO NORRIS AND Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Please welcome Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N to my booth. Show them some love!”
The clapping and cheering brought the volume in the club back to an obscene level – the loudest cheers coming from a VIP table not far from the booth where all of your friends had gathered.
Before you had a chance to feel the slightest bit self-conscious, the infamous laugh rang through the speakers and Lando was scream-singing into the mic.
“YO, I’LL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT!”
The two of you in perfect sync, passing lines back and forth, singing (if you could call it that) in unison during the chorus. You could have sworn you heard George shout out that this was “his song” and Max was most definitely telling anyone who would listen that he personally knows Ginger Spice.
You tore your eyes from the audience to look at Lando – the smile on his face rivaling the brightest sunny day. With his arm around you, squeezing you to his side, your closest friends cheering for you, your heart was sure to burst from happiness. There was no place you’d rather be in that moment than making a drunken fool of yourself with the most important person in your life by your side.
And if Lando was thinking the same thing, about how he was happier in that moment than he’d ever been, podiums and race win included, he’d keep that to himself for just a minute more.
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