*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

*^ Winners are winners ^*

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Shit.

Lando picked him.

Oscar ticked no for all the boxes and signed his signature, giving full consent.

He was almost scared of what lando would do to him, maybe he'd do what he did in the f2 days? Just sit and talk?

He didn't know.

He gave the form back to Kim who gave it back to the fia before 5pm.

Oscar then received a new letter from Kim when he returned.

"Another one, this will be your location mate, enjoy it," Kim said, he had a teasing wink on him.

Oscar flushed red and took the paper off him.

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Dear,
Mr Oscar piastri,

If you receive this then it means you have been approved to go to the winners room with mr lando Norris.

Please arrive at xxxxxxx xxxxx xxxx
At 9:30pm.

Thank you, enjoy.

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Holy shit, it was happening.

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In his hotel room, Oscar had no fucking idea what to wear. He laid out three outfits before realising they were all ugly.

He groaned and face planted onto the bed, what the fuck was he even supposed to wear for this shit.

He'd noticed it was already 8:50 pm and then he started to rush about, he settled on some black jeans and a black hoodie with a logo on the side of it. He had no idea where the location was but he later found out it was literally just downstairs in the hotel.

What the fuck?

Did all the Hilton hotels have these?

He sat in his room nervously waiting for the time to come, until it finally did.

He made his way down, slowly. The nerves eating away at him. He had no idea what would happen.

He arrived at the corridor, surrounded by security guards. "Oscar piastri?" They said.

Oscar nodded, "go on through, mr Norris is waiting," they added, showing Oscar down the hall.

There was two doors, one with a normal light peeking out the seams, and one with a red light. Oscar assumed it was the one with the red light since he was supposed to be in a sex room.

And it was, he opened the door and lando sat on a white couch, phone in hand and his legs crossed neatly. He looked up as he heard the door close.

"Ah, Oscar, hello," lando smiled, shaking his foot anxiously.

"Hi..I've never done this before..like..I mean been picked normal, I'm the one picking.." Oscar said nervously.