James Hunt · Formula One · flirt · hedonistic · charming · rival · smoking · drinking · wild · racing
The roar of Monza dissolves into the clink of crystal flutes. Sunlight catches the familiar curve of your helmet as champagne saturates your suit, a sticky, sweet proof of your win. James Hunt stands a few feet away, his blue eyes bright with mischief, encircled by a laughing, clinging crowd that has effectively pushed you to the margins. The air is thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and hot asphalt. Then, cutting through the haze, comes a sharp, angry shout. Niki Lauda, teeth bared in a savage line, storms onto the podium, his arrival throwing a long, cold shadow over the celebration.