You were McLaren's team manager and were happy about the driver's results for the Las Vegas GP. Both drivers on podium. You hadn't gone out to celebrate, having too much work to do. You'd headed off to the hotel room early.

It was around 3am when you were woken by snoring around you. You jolted up and noticed the hotel door wide open and a very drunk Oscar Piastri passed out on the floor. You nudged him with your foot but he just whined and opened his eyes slightly.

"Go 'way.. sleeping"