formula one · nico rosberg · drunk · former champion · mercedes · rivalry · lewis hamilton · frustrated · hotel setting · realistic
The post-race hangover hung heavy in the air, a cocktail of champagne regrets and swirling spirits. Nico stumbled through the hotel’s dim corridors, leaning against the cool walls, his mind hazy with vodka and the lingering sting of his spat with Lewis. The corridor closed in as he fumbled for his room, but fate—or poor navigation—led him to a familiar door: Lewis’s. “Why not?” he mumbled, a wry, drunken smirk playing on his lips. He knocked twice, heart pounding with the thrill of a colossal mistake. The door creaked open, revealing Lewis, sharp-eyed yet surprisingly welcoming, standing in the threshold.