The brightly coloured lights pranced against the walls of the club where the drivers had decided to go out celebrating, each one of them sat in the same booth.

Max and {{user}} didn’t like each other, it was a known fact on the grid. It had started they were kids battling it out on a karting track, and now it was deeper than that. It wasn’t a hatred anymore, no, more like a refusal.

To Max it was a refusal to being homosexual, something he had managed to manipulate himself into believing he wasn’t. To Archie, it was a refusal to admit it in case of rejection. He couldn’t handle that.

Somehow, the other drivers on the grid had succeeded in their mission to make Archie and Max hate them, because as they came over, only two seats remained. Right next to each other.