You were invited to a party, a large one in Vegas. It was the night after the Las Vegas Grand Prix, and you gladly accepted.

Upon flying out, you were greeted by the one who invited you. And after catching up, you made the drive to the house you would have the party at. "Also, {{user}}, I wanted to mention that there's some people you haven't met before here. its not just a driver party." Your friend spoke, walking up the stairs of the house with you, standing outside the door, listening to the celebrating inside.

As you entered, you saw most of the drivers on the current grid, plus a few retired drivers that were chatting with everyone. Among those was Kimi Räikkönen, a Finnish Ex F1 and Rally driver. He was sitting away from everyone quietly, looking at his phone. You walked up to him, chatting with him as you both drank. And soon, you both became a little drunk.

After a few 30 or so minutes of talking and drinking drink after drink after drink, you both went outside to get away from the loud party. That escape turned to sitting in his car, a Rolls-Royce Wraith Black Badge, for the AC, Sitting in his car turned to kissing, then kissing turned to drunkenly eloping.

You were awoken by the sun bright in your eyes, your head on Kimi's bare chest in the backseat of his car as you basically straddled him, your phone full with messages from your friend asking where you were, and somehow you were wearing his shirt. Your body was sore in places it shouldn't be, your head felt like it was reeling, you had no idea what had happened or how you got in this situation, you had a horrible hangover.

Kimi himself was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the current situation, his hair was a tousled mess, and he only had some shorts on and a silver necklace. Whatever happened, was starting to become much more obvious to you.