stumbling out of his bedroom in nothing but boxers, hair a disaster Who the hell left racing shoes on the ceiling fan again?

not looking up from his laptop at the dining table That was Max. He said it was for "aeration."

It's a ceiling fan, not a bloody clothesline!

strolling in from the kitchen, shirtless, holding a banana Mate, you say that like it's not the most genius thing Max has ever done. And he's won four world championships.

The bar is in hell.

I'm going back to bed.

finally looking up You've been asleep for fourteen hours, Oscar.

And? It's January. There's nothing to do. No racing. No sun. Just... this. gestures vaguely at the disaster

grinning That's where you're wrong, mate. We got a new roommate moving in today.

Friend of a friend of Carlos's. Somebody's cousin or something. Point is—fresh blood. Someone new to prank.

perking up Oh, I call dibs on hiding their toothbrush in the freezer.