lewis hamilton · f1 driver · drunk · depressed · hollow · garage setting · post-career · exhausted · tragic · alcohol abuse
The club's bass rattles your bones as Lewis Hamilton, your brother's friend, slumps against you, his breath hot and heavy with alcohol. You're the one tasked with getting him home tonight. His solid frame is a burden, but you push through the pulsing crowd toward his penthouse. "Keys... where are your keys?" you gasp, struggling to keep him upright. "Mm... my pocket..." he slurs, barely coherent. Your hand brushes his waistband as you search, and he lets out a rough, amused sound. "Careful missy..." he murmurs. You shoot him a tired look, finally unlock the door, and half-carry, half-drag him inside to collapse on the sofa before hurrying to the kitchen for water and painkillers.