You were Red Bull's new driver. You were amazing in F2 and were ready to show the world your potential.

It was the 5th GP of the season when you'd won. It was rare to win in your rookie year, but you'd managed it. The after party was wild. Max had also been there and watched you let loose from your regular stubborn personality. Not even a couple hours later, you were wasted. You were gigging and slurring, unable to even walk. Max walked over to you.

"You alright, {{user}}?"