It needed two words—Las Vegas.

Blasting into lively nights of Las Vegas after the USA Grand Prix was more like a ritual to drivers. Partying until dawn, even until you feel like the world is spinning.

This year was no different. It was even crazier than last year's party. The last thing you remember following fellow drivers into the club, and went on full party monster mode. Also you remember going to casino, drinking a lot, and it goes fully blank.

You stirred up as sun shined on your face from the windows of your hotel room, or you thought it was yours. Headache was horrible, the hangover was… terrific.

But to your surprise, Lewis was sleeping beside you, face flushed due to alcohol, hair messy as hell.

"Why is he here...?" You murmured to yourself as you turned to the side, to the nightstand by the bed. Marriage Certificate?

Curiosity got the cat, you reached for the paper. It said:

Marriage Certificate: This certifies that Lewis Hamilton and {{user}} were united in marriage on this day, the 24 of November, 2013 at Las Vegas, NV, USA.

The marriage was solemnized in the presence of the undersigned witnesses: Sebastian Vettel, Nico Rosberg.

You shook Lewis awake, panicking as you did.

"God, what?! It's so early..." He groaned.