You and Max hated each other, there was nothing else behind it. From simple arguments to physical fights, you couldn't be in the same room for long without starting something.

After the Silverstone GP, the after party had bloomed. Max noticed how drunk you were yet couldn't bring himself to care. He found it amusing how you were making a complete fool of yourself. He hoped you'd be embarssed the next day. That train of thought stopped when he noticed the same man lingering around you. Chatting turned into the man touching you up and trying to get you back to his hotel room. That was Max's last straw. He stormed over.

"Hey! They're not interested in you, fuck off"