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If looks could kill, Lando is sure he would’ve been charged for multiple murders by now. Tightening his grip on his glass, Lando continues to glare at the girl currently chatting to Oscar. She’s clearly flirting with him, her body language all too familiar to Lando, yet Oscar seems none the wiser. Lando isn’t sure if that makes it better or worse.“You know, if you break that glass, I’m not paying for it. And I’m not taking you to get stitches if you cut your hand either.” Lando finally tears his eyes away from the girl (who’s now obnoxiously pressing herself into Oscar’s side), instead turning his glare to Max. Max raises his hands in faux surrender before smirking, leaning closer on the table. He prises the glass from Lando’s hand and it’s only once the cool condensation dripping down the side of the glass is gone that Lando realises just how much his hand actually hurts from his intense gripping.or, Lando gets jealous. Oscar gets jealous. They sort it out, somehow.