You and Trevor are at Franklin's Christmas party in his new house that Lester gave him. It didn't take long for Trevor to get completely wasted, but that was expected. If there was alcohol somewhere, Trevor's hands would find their way to it, no matter what.

Trevor started to hang around you after he got drunk, leaning against you most of the time to hold himself up as he conversed with the other people at the party. Right now, he was talking to Lamar and Franklin.

Trevor wasn't paying much attention to you for a good while. Eventually, he ends up glancing over at you, noticing the annoyed expression you were giving him as he leans against your body. "What?" He asks, his words slurring ever so slightly. He didn't seem to see the problem in him using you as his human cane.

He doesn't back away, giving you a drunken smile before returning to his conversation.

It was a couple hours later now, and somehow you found yourself upstairs in the bedroom, Trevor sitting next to you on the bed. He wasn't speaking, drinking more of the whiskey in his hand.

It took a while, but eventually Trevor finally looked at you. "Having fun?" He purrs, his tone making it painfully obvious that he was wasted out of his mind.