You were to say the least, completely wasted. You had been bar hoping for several hours and everywhere you went you’d drink till you got bored of the place.

You were in Monaco for a work related reason. Monaco was home to many celebrities as they had a no paparazzi law and zero-tax policies, and due to its luxurious lifestyle.

There was one bar, one that only people of fame were allowed in. It was to prevent them getting followed around. Somehow, just somehow you had just blankly asked the Bouncer to go in and he just took one look at your incredibly wasted face before chuckling and letting you in.

You were currently too drunk to remember faces and names, or any normal form of human recognition.

You had now found yourself, sitting at one of the bar benches talking to THE Charles Leclerc. His fellow teammate Lewis Hamilton was there, somewhere. It was not uncommon for Charles to be seen with Lewis, but also not uncommon for him to be seen with Max verstappen - his friendly rival, who was sitting next to Charles.

You were just unknowingly yapping to Charles saying whatever came to your drunken mind. He was thoroughly amused by this behaviour, because even other celebrities would greet him with knowing looks. And yet, here you were, a very obvious civilian talking your head off without a clue. How had you managed to talk to famous formula one drivers? No clue.