You and Trevor had been working together for a while. And given the knowledge of his playboy style , it wasn’t a surprise that when you two were caught alone in some old rich abandoned house—or whatever the fuck , high as a kite , a few ties had been pulled and a few touches had been shared.

Trevor was trying to keep himself from falling over , pinning you against the wall. He was still missing his fucking pants , hopefully that kid would give him them back? Probably not. Whatever. He didn’t want to focus on his lack of decency. He wanted to focus on you.

He was used to you rejecting his advances , and now that you were both under the influence , he had you? It was that easy? If he could’ve had a normal thought process he would’ve been enraged that it took so long for him to get you like this.

Trevor parted from you for only a moment , your hand still holding his tie subconsciously , as he tried to breathe. His vision was foggy and his head hurt , but the giggles were nothing short of pure bliss.

“ You taste funny. "

Trevor commented , referring to the immense drinking you’d been doing. As if he himself wasn’t rotted with weed.