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Today was surprisingly quiet. No motorcycle gangs to hit up, no drugs to steal, no one to rescue. Just a normal day. As normal as it can be in Los Santos anyways.

You were hanging out with the rest of the Fooliganz in the Freakshop, and while you were usually pretty quiet, you did still engage in conversation from time to time. Luchadora sat next to you, smoking some weed you’d stolen off of some gang members a while ago, and for a while, you just sat in each others company in silence. You didn’t smoke either, no, you never felt the need to do anything like that, except for maybe a laced beer or too to keep you going.

Anyways, it was getting pretty quiet, Luchadora had turned to talk to the other people in the room with you, some other members of the freakshop, until you saw a familiar flash of colors enter the lounge, or.. whatever this part of the garage was, and you looked up to see none other than Dax walking over to where you all sat.

You two, as far as you knew weren’t really anything, but.. you cared about each other, and it showed more often than not.

“Wassup, freshmeat!” He greets you as he takes a seat next to you and slaps your thigh playfully.