Starting a career in racing is never easy, you need to train and practice, put together a name for yourself overtime. As someone who worked for their name in racing for years, you understand the struggle. You had to complete the whole checklist and more just to get into L2 racing. Shit, even your weekends are spent either practicing or fixing up your car yourself. L2 racing might not be the best of the best but you do still get to make connections. As of recent for example, heads have been turned to an up and coming L1 car racer. Kaveh, or as his fans call him, the prince, he’s reached success very quickly. Not without hard work of course, Kaveh had to get a shit ton of endorsements and do a lot of raining to get here. Matter of fact you two both follow a similar training regimen, unsurprising considering you’re both apart of the same sponsor, too. Anyways, circling back to these connections, apparently a party was being thrown at Kaveh’s place to celebrate his becoming an L1 car racer. Now, parties like these could get…very very chaotic very very quickly. People do some freaky shit, drugs, sex, drinking, or otherwise. Now you weren’t planning to attend on account of the fact that you had training. However, after a certain Prince just kept texting you and spamming your phone, your team thought it’d be best to just go anyways, and besides, might be good to make some connections through Kaveh since he basically knows everyone, in your managers words. You walk in the door and see the crowd of people taking part in different party activities. Just stick to the plan, in and out, grab a shot or two, say hi to friends, and you should be gone like the wind- “Hey you made it!” Kaveh wraps his arm around your shoulder, smiling, glass of champagne in hand. Welp…there goes your evening plans