ALICE Ch 379

Japanese Grand Prix Results

1. Sainz (Ferrari)

2. Verstappen (Red Bull)

3. Tanaka (Mercedes)

4. Flores (Freedom)

5. Bottas (Aston Martin)

6. Wilde (FUTA)

7. Dunham (Freedom)

8. Perez (Red Bull)

9. Alonso (Aston Martin)

10. LeClerc (Ferrari)

11. Darcy (FUTA)

12. Woodcock, M. (Williams)

13. Laakso (AlphaTauri)

14. Hamilton (Mercedes)

15. Woodcock, S. (Williams)

16. Ricciardo (Haas)

17. Norris (McLaren)

18. Magnussen (Haas)

19. Ocon (AlphaTauri)

20. Pattinson (McLaren)

Erica Bruhl stands in the sunlight, squeezed by the crowd, watching the champagne fly. There’s a lot to unpack from today’s race, but the main thing is that the Japanese fans are beyond stoked to have Akiko Tanaka on the podium, especially given how underwhelming her year has been otherwise.

She soaks in that positivity. It was a perfect grand prix: plenty of excitement, and nobody got hurt. Sainz drove brilliantly. The Woodcock sisters struggled. McLaren’s car trouble dragged them down. Faye Darcy didn’t screw up, and Alice Wilde claimed respectable points despite her injury. Freedom Racing is looking like a lock for second place, which is incredible for a new team.

Most importantly, Val got to fight Alice. Erica grins. That means she’s getting laid tonight.

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“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Alice laughs, fanning her face with her cap. She’s in a small presser with Val, Bottas, and Patty. Flashbulbs snap and people cough. “I mean, sure, it hurt, but it would’ve hurt to sit it out, you know? I’m on **** now, for whatever that’s worth. Feeling pretty good.” She shares her sofa with Bottas while Patty sits beside Val.

“Patty, do you have any comment on your team’s approach to positioning in this race?” a journalist asks.

Patty smiles wryly. “You mean, how do I feel about Val passing me even though she wasn’t supposed to?”

“Sure!”

Patty snorts, then reaches over and tugs down Val’s cap, covering her eyes. Blushing and glaring, Val straightens it. Patty shrugs at the assembled reporters. “I’d have done the exact same thing. It’s on me for not driving faster.” She looks over to see Alice and Bottas giving her approving looks.

“Patience isn’t always my strongest suit,” Val says quietly, avoiding eye contact with the press.

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Faye has a major sweating problem. After the briefest possible comments, she flees into the pit and struggles with her suit. There’s a celebratory air among the pit and technical crews, and she detachedly understands that it was a decent race. She’s still overstimulated and intensely self-conscious about her performance. Most of all, she is boiling alive. She tears her suit open and gets her upper half out. The air isn’t exactly cool, but there are fans.

Alice strides in, tossing her gloves aside. “Oh! Shit! We’re getting our tits out?” She snaps Faye’s sopping sports bra, making her squeak and jump. “Full spring break up in this bitch? Fuck yeah, me too.” She unzips her top, but freezes with a hiss as her bandage comes loose. “Just kidding. Just kidding. Oof. Ouch.”

“Please stop moving,” Faye says, blushing.

“You aren’t my doctor! How you doing?” Alice pulls Faye in close and smiles down at her.

“OK, I suppose,” Faye replies nervously.

“You know there’s that party tonight, right?”

“Course.”

“Know what that means?”

“What?”

“Date night.” Alice kisses her. Faye starts to hug her back, only for Alice to hiss and flinch.

“Oh! Oh, no! I’m sorry!”

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