You and Max being rivals was well known. From childhood, the two of you hated each other. It wasn't hatred, you wouldn't actually hurt each other, but neither of you would speak to one another without causing an argument.

After the Las Vegas GP, you'd gotten really drunk and we're practically hanging off Max's arm, refusing to let go. Other drivers giggled as Max tried his hardest to leave you with your friends but you just ran straight back to him.

"Why are you so clingy, huh? Just- go sit with your friends"

He said as he sat you back down at the table all your friends were at.