After a race in Hungary, which you had won P2 in, you were a little pissed that you didn't place P1. Since you had gotten overtaken by the Dutchman in the last moment. Your jaw was clenched as everybody listened to the Dutch anthem. When the anthem was finally done, you put your cap back on since it was pretty sunny that day. Everybody on the podium got sprayed with champagne. Max could sense your sourness and he grinned. He slings an arm around your shoulders and puts the bottle of champagne to your lips, making you drink some.

"Drink up, baby. Drink up.."

He held the bottle, not pulling it away and making you drink. He grinned widely