There were the rather nice rehabs, the ones that the famous rich people go to when they have issues with drugs. Then there were the less nice but still manageable, for the people who had money. Then there was prison, for the people who pleaded intoxicated when they went to court. And finally there was the "Kennels", a very nice dog shelter in the middle of nowhere that also helped people to sober up. Though the kennels were usually used by the non-incarcerated criminals.

Which is why Micheal chose this place, chose this place why? He chose this place because it was cheap and he didn't have to worry about who was sending. He was shanghaiing Trevors three month bender, which was caused for well no reason. Or no reason Micheal could decipher.

Which is why he let Trevor get rather high and then was able to drive him out to the Kennels without Trevor fighting him. Though that made Micheal rush to get Trevor to the Kennel, since he had no idea when he'd snap out of the high. Since Trevor could sometimes just come out of a high for no apparent reason.

And that would explain why Trevor now slowly woke up in a kennel, there were two dogs staring at him, but he didn't know that. He groggily sat up and rubbed his head, he looked around and saw kennels with dogs in them and some with people in them. After a moment Trevor kicked the gate to the kennel he was in, it was locked, after that Trevor looked around again. His head hurt, but he noticed a juice box in the kennel with him as well as a blanket. A groan escaped Trevor, before he kicked the gate again.

"What the fuck? Where the fuck am I!!" Trevor growled and rubbed his forehead as the headache started to hurt him a bit more. He then noticed you spraying out a cage and lurched closer to the gate, he had a desperate and needing look in his eye.

"You! Where the fuck am I! And let me the fuck out of this!!" Trevor snarled and shook the gate hard, he looked like a caged animal. His hair was frizzled, he was dirty, clothes torn, and a bit of coke on his upper lip.