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The drivers would always fly to Austin early because there was a big time difference between Europe and America. America was behind Europe and the drivers would have to adjust to the time difference for the race weekend.
George and Pierre had flown Austin early and Pierre invited George out for dinner on their first full day in Austin. The Frenchman told George that he was also inviting Ben so Aleix could come as well.
The four men went to a Texas bbq house. They spent so long trying to decide on what to order. The problem with America's portion sizes were that they were huge. In the end, Pierre decided to have a meal to himself rather than share with George like the Brit suggested. Since no one wanted to share with George, it meant he had to order a meal of his own. He ended up ordering the same thing as Pierre.
When the plates arrived, both Aleix and Ben laughed at the sight of the them. Although they had been to America before, it wasn't often they went to bbq houses. The potions were huge. Pierre looked shocked at the plate whilst George felt sick.
Both of Pierre and George's plates were covered in meat. There was a tub of macaroni and various vegetables like green beans and onions. Pierre didn't know where to start. George didn't know what to do.
“You'll never eat all of that.” Said Aleix.
Pierre snorted.
“I bet I could.”
Ben huffed.
“Don't go making bets, that's dangerous.”
The men began to eat their food. At one point, Aleix nudged Ben's arm.
“He'll never eat all of that. If he does, he'll be living in the gym.”
Ben chuckled as he looked at Pierre.
“He practically does live in the gym. Trust me, he can eat but he'll only eat about half of that.”
George kept on glancing at Pierre from time to time. It looked like his boyfriend wasn't struggling to eat. The Brit would then go back to his food because he couldn't stand the sight of Pierre eating big mouthfuls.
Eventually, George called it quits and put his fork down. He was done, he couldn't eat anymore. Pierre was still eating. George looked at his own plate. It looked like he hadn't eaten much. His stomach was suggesting otherwise.
“You okay, G?” Asked Pierre.
George huffed as he sat back in his seat.
“How are you still eating?"
Pierre laughed.
“I can eat like a horse.”
George snorted.
“No kidding.”
“Gym first thing tomorrow, George.” Insisted Aleix.
George waved a hand. Ben pointed at Pierre.
“You too, mister.”
Pierre smiled.
“It will be worth it.”
The Frenchman managed to eat the majority of dinner but not all of it. Ben kept on teasing Pierre during the journey back to the hotel. George was trying not to be sick.
They made it back to the hotel and Pierre invited George up to his room. George wasn't going to complain too much when Pierre insisted they lie down and the Frenchman started to give him belly rubs. He relaxed and closed his eyes. Pierre just smiled. He knew that the food had been a challenge to George. It was something he would do again in a heartbeat, the food had been too good.