(PEOPLE WANTED SOME RONNIE)
The first time Ronnie finds James and Niki in a compromising situation, he doesn't even know them yet. He's been sent in his slightly poky car to pick up Formula 3's biggest rivals at the moment, James Hunt and Andreas Lauda. He doesn't exactly know what they look like, but he was told to look for a blonde and a rat, so he's going with that description.
He parks his car outside a block of flats, and steps outside. The sky is actually nice for once, a blue colour that Ronnie doesn't quite know how to describe. He pushes the lobby door open and steps inside to the cool of the hall, and is greeted with two men kissing.
At least, he thinks it's two men, one of them has such long hair that it's hard to work out. The blonde has the other man pressed up against the wall, kissing him so furiously that at first Ronnie thinks he's stumbled across something he shouldn't have, but then he sees the smaller man is kissing back, grabbing whatever flesh he can find and squeezing.
Ronnie coughs politely, and the men jump away from one another. The blonde one wipes his mouth, and the other man, the one with an overbite- Ah.
“James Hunt and Andreas Lauda?” Ronnie asks, and the two men look at one another, before looking back at him.
“Niki.” The one with the overbite corrects, “And you?”
“Ronnie Peterson.” Ronnie says, feeling like he has interrupted something incredibly important. “They sent me to pick you up.”
“Well this'll be fun!” The blonde, James, announces brightly, and then pats Niki on the arse cheekily. “Shall we go?”
Niki on squeaks and marches ahead of them, face pink. James laughs and chases after him, and Ronnie is left to hurry after the two of them
