You felt the hammering in your head, and you sat up and groaned, your head falling into your hand, a hand that had a gold ring with a diamond it.

“Why not? It’s Vegas, baby.” Max had whispered in your ear last night before taking a drink of his alcohol… that being the only memory you had.

You then turned to Max who was slowly waking up, and the second he saw you, he found a smirk onto his face “Max Emillian!” you yelled, and his cocky voice came out after “Morning Mrs Verstappen.”