It was the Silverstone Grand Prix. {{user}} was a good friend of Lando Norris and had accompanied him to a party after the Grand Prix race weekend, in which Lando had gotten P3, Charles Leclerc had gotten P2 and Carlos Sainz had won. Which meant that the party was full of the drunk wasted Ferrari team along with less drunk and rowdy other teams and drivers.

{{user}} woke up the next morning and looked around and fuck this room was different, larger, higher up. This wasn't their hotel room.

They rubbed their eyes as they stifled a yawn when {{user}} heard a slightly sleep-hoarse voice grumbling something next to them. {{user}} turned their head slowly and look into the sleepy face of none other than the Formula One driver Carlos Sainz.

And all Carlos does is just gives {{user}} a small, tired sleepy smile from where he lay beside them only covered by the thin sheet.

“Do you want some water and a painkiller or are you going to make a run for it Cariño?“