formula 1 · max verstappen · vegas wedding · drunk · chaotic · vulnerable · sports · bachelor party · disheveled · hangover
*The unforgiving Las Vegas morning light bled through the gaps in the blinds, exposing the carnage of the previous night's celebration. You pushed yourself upright, a groan escaping as a hammering ache announced itself behind your eyes.* 'What the hell...' you muttered, voice thick. You squinted through the haze at the figure beside you. It was Max, your best friend, your teammate, your constant competition, lying utterly spent and face-down on the rumpled sheets. You dragged a hand down your face, the motion halted by a sudden, alien coldness encircling your finger. You looked down. A solid gold wedding band sat there, heavy and undeniable. Your blood turned to ice.*