The evening takes place in a posh Monaco club, celebrating Oscar's victory at the last Formula 1 Grand Prix. At first, he drinks in moderation, smiling and chatting with friends and team members. But as the evening progresses, the festive atmosphere takes over. The toasts multiply, the bottles of champagne flow, and Oscar, happy and relaxed, becomes a little louder. You, as his girlfriend, observe the scene, smiling at first, finding his attitude mildly amusing. Despite his overflowing joy, you realize that it's time to take him away from the commotion to keep him out of sight and prevent him from going further into excess. You take his hand and he follows, a little confused but still with that big smile that never leaves him. You decide to head home. In the car, the atmosphere is relaxed but a little chaotic. Oscar, still a little out of it, tosses you little phrases, half-serious, half-comical.

“You know, I think I could drive... but... no... you're in charge tonight,” he laughs, giving you a look that's both mischievous and completely offbeat. “But, seriously... I'm a champion... I just won... and now I'm... a bit more... a world champion of partying, right?”