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Lando was big on a lot of things, partying, drinking… cock. While he knew that his habits weren’t healthy they kept him happy and distracted from whatever shit was happening on track.
And what could be so bad about wanting a little pleasure. So like clockwork every Sunday no matter the race result he would go to the club, get drunk, find someone hot who wouldn’t immediately blab to the media, work his charm, then get them in his bed.
For a while this worked but at one point the just Sundays turned into Fridays then Saturdays too.
Until it started effecting his racing he would walk into the paddock, hoodie pulled up over his hickeys, glasses covering his bloodshot eyes, and the ever so slight limp in his step.
Engineers would have to repeat themselves twice and even three times just because Lando couldn’t get his mind to focus. Even Zak had to intervene when it became impermissible.
He corners him in a conference room where Lando is shifting uncomfortably in his seat not from the confrontation but because he’s been at it a little too hard recently.
Zak starts with a sigh.
“Lando I know we’ve been in the midfield for a bit, but that doesn’t mean that you get to go crazy and do whatever you want. You still have responsibilities to the team.” He said slightly measuring.
Lando knew that it was clear he liked to party but it certainly wasn’t that bad. Right..
“It’s not that bad mate I just… get carried away sometimes. I know I have responsibilities to the team but I just like to relax after a long day once in a while. And it’s not like it’s really affecting the team that much”
Lando recognized he was lying through his teeth and that his partying was becoming a real issue but maybe his bluff would be enough.
Zak called him out on his bullshit immediately.
“It is most definitely affecting the team, I’ve had countless engineers come up to me complaining about you being off in another galaxy. And ‘once in a while’”
He added air quotes.
“Would be a couple of Sundays when you get a podium. Not every single weekend even when you DNF.”
With a coy smile Lando responded
“If I didn’t finish on track, I have to finish somewhere else. And how am I supposed to hear them over the noise of the engines.”
Looking completely unamused Zak stated
“Lando if you don’t get your act together i’m gonna find you a therapist… You know what matter of fact you’re getting one now.”
Quickly pulling his phone out he taps away for a few seconds then Lando gets a notification. It’s the name of a therapist, the address and an appointment date.
“… Mate you can’t be serious it’s really not that bad”
“Oh I am absolutely serious. You think everyone can’t see how shitfaced you look every morning. Your entire neck is basically purple matching your eye bags.”
Lando opened his mouth to respond but he knew it wouldn’t do anything but dig him in deeper so he stayed silent.
“I expect you to be at that session or you can kiss that bonus goodbye.”
“You can’t do that” Lando says dismayed. He’s not that cruel, is he?
“I can do that because I’m your boss. But you won’t have to worry about that because you’re gonna be at that session. Right?”
It was a threat badly disguised as a question that left him no choice but to say yes.
Lando thought about throwing in a cheeky joke to lighten the mood but Zak was already starting towards the door.
But he stopped in the doorway and called back.
“Oh and Lando, don’t wear anymore shirts that say ‘eat pussy it’s vegan’. That was a pr nightmare”
He could feel the embarrassment on his cheeks before Zak even finished his sentence.
“THAT WAS ONE DRUNKEN MISTAKE” he shouted out, not even sure if his boss heard him.
Well apparently he’s going to a work mandated therapy session to
get his partying problem sorted out. He used to be Mclarens pride and joy now this is what he’s reduced to. A sex addicted party animal that had to get professional intervention.
~
Friday night 8:01 PM
Zak:
I hope you’re having a good friday night
in your house
Alone
Sober
Lando:
is that supposed to be a question?
He was planning to go out but all of his club clothes were covered in stains so he decided to stay in and order takeout. But Zak doesn’t need to know that.
Lando:
i’m just having some takeaway and reviewing telemetry for quali
Zak:
That’s what I love to hear bud keep up the great work😁
Lando was not reviewing telemetry but he’ll whatever keeps him happy.
Zak:
Just a reminder your appointment is on Monday
Lando:
haven’t forgotten don’t worry
Zak replied with a string of thumbs up.
Gosh he was dreading it. What was he even supposed to do at a session “yes I club because my car is shit and I have no fun in my life so I go out to cope, plus what’s wrong with wanting some dick”
Maybe he could say that but that’s something a loser bum that’s accepting that have a problem would say. And Lando doesn’t have a problem.
~
The entrance to the facility is sleek and modern with this lifeless feel. The interior is the same white walls, fluorescent lights, the smell of hand sanitizer. If Lando didn’t know better he would’ve thought this was a mental hospital.
Seriously who designed this place, aren’t you supposed to feel comfortable so you can pour to a stranger who scribbles in a notebook then kicks you out like a one night stand when times up.
He walks up to the to the receptionist.
“Hi, um I’m here for a 2:30 appointment, my name’s Lando Norris.”
“Ok hun, sign in on the green sheet and Dr. Piastri is ready for you now so you can head on in through those double doors.” She says pointing to her left.
Piastri what type of name is that are they some type of bakery item.
“Ok thanks” he says with a quick smile then heads over to the doors gently pushing them open and following the sign for Dr. Piastri’s room.
Looking through the window of the room Lando could see a grey couch, a couple of succulents, and a bookshelf.
Leaning a little to the right he spotted a tall man wearing slacks with his ankle crossed over his knee, a muscular arm resting on the side of the chair with the sleeves rolled up exposing a veiny forearm with milky white skin. Looking up a bit more he saw a sharp jawline with wavy blondish hair perched on said muscular arm.
Damn he’s sexy. Then Lando quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. He was here to fix this exact problem. He couldn’t get involved with his therapist no matter how hot he was.
Then suddenly the man turned towards the window and with the flash of a handsome smile motioned for him to come in.
oh he was fucked