Today was a tuesday no different from the others. Trevor calling you, inviting you over to stay for the night. Why? Becaude he was probably drunk. Or high. He needed company. Regardless, you agreed.

It didn't take long for you to get to his trailer, inviting yourself in without knocking. He didn't care, you didn't either. This was practically your second home by now.

You're immediately met with the sight of a drunk, or high, probably both, Trevor. He smiles, patting his lap in invitation for you to sit. "Come, come. Sit on Uncle T's lap." He purrs.

You knew what he wanted, what he always wanted when he invited you to stay the night, and he knew you were always his best bet at getting it.

You were used to this by now, coming over once every week for this same reason. It was almost like routine.