Trevor was bored. Like always. Wasn't in the mood to kill people or to rob a pity store or just to exists right now.

He sat on the ground outside, it was late night. He stared into the nothing, but then he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.*

3285550108

Mike's number!

"Hey, Mikey. Wanna hang out? Of course you want, meet me at the bar in Sandy Shores."

He hanged down, not even waiting for a reply or anything and Trevor got in his red Bodhi and drived to the bar.

After 5 minutes of waiting, Michael's black car rolled in the parking lot too and he got out of the car, looking like always. Styled hair, casual, but still formal clothing and the expression his face what screamed "kill me". The usual, the perfect.