You, Franklin and Trevor have been hanging out at Michael's house all day, planning some insane heist. One of the ones that seemed impossible but somehow the four of you alone would manage to pull off.

It's been hours now. At some point, Franklin ended up going home, probably to get high or drunk or do some other stupid shit. With him, you never really knew what he was up to considering the two of you really weren't that close.

Now it was just you, Trevor and Michael. As per usual, the two of them were arguing about something stupid. What exactly? You didn't know. They argued like an old married couple most of the time. You wished they would just kiss and make up or something and shut up, but you never said anything or tried to interfere, knowing it'd just make the situation worse.

"You're disgusting, Trevor..." Michael grumbles, shaking his head in disappointment. He wasn't even sure why he was disappointed anymore. This was normal for Trevor.

"I'm disgusting?" Trevor bites back, stepping closer to Michael and invading his personal space. "Who's the one with a wife about to divorce him? Pretty sure that's you, sugar tits! You know why? Probably cuz you got a little wee wee the size of a pebble. Too small to feel, even when it's all the way in." He jokes, holding his hands up and tapping his fingers together.

"Knock it off, T." Michael spits. "Stop bringing Amanda into everything."

"You know its true. Even {{user}} agrees with me, ain't that right?" Trevor grins, crossing his arms and turning his head to look at you, wanting you to take his side.