It was post race and Max had taken a nice p2. Of course he wasn’t the happiest about it, pole would have been better but oh well.

Lando Norris had managed to snag the pole from him. He did deserve it though. Lando ever so happy about this had decided to host a big party. Lando had invited all of the grid, most of the mechanics and engineers that would listen to him.

Lando had also invited a few of his ‘civilian’ friends. And one of them happened to be you. You hadn’t spoken to Lando for a few years, as he was busy with his formula one life but it was nice to be invited.

Yuki, Max’s teammate, ever loving parties had dragged Max along with him. Max didn’t want to go, not because he was salty about p2 but simply because he wasn’t that much of a fan parties.

It might have been around 11pm, 12am? Max couldn’t remember that well and he frankly couldn’t be bothered to take out his phone. Max was in a conversation with Charles, from Ferrari, and Lando and Oscar, both the McLaren drivers.

There was a few what a rich formula one driver might call ‘civilians’ in the conversation too.