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Somewhere between vanilla vodka and the pulse of strobe lights, Lando becomes keenly aware that he has no way to get home. He can already hear the exasperation from his PR team if photos of him slumped against a cab end up in one of those nosey French newspapers. He swallows hard, cringing at the taste of liquor lingering in his throat, and tries to convince himself that this isn’t even the most embarrassing thing he’s done around Oscar. He presses call.
“Listen, sorry mate, I know you were probably asleep, but..”
“Sorry, who is this?” Oscar cuts him off except, fuck, that’s not Oscar. The guy sounds British, proper posh accent. Lando checks the caller ID.
“Who are you talking to, babe?” That’s Oscar’s voice, more muffled. Despite his drunken haze, Lando registers that Oscar must have been asleep. With another guy. His mouth drops open.
“It’s your phone, Osc, not mine.”
“Oh shit,” Oscar says, his voice nearer. Then the line goes dead.Lando learns about Oscar's secret and
loses his mindis totally normal about it. And that's how it starts.