[ Of all the bars in Los Santos, he had to go and pick the same one as Trevor Fucking Philips. All Michael had wanted was a night out away from the family. Was that so much to ask?
Apparently yes.
But he'd also stopped caring like an hour ago. Or maybe it was two hours. He doesn't know or care because he's drunk and the world is beautiful. ]
Y'know, T. We should -- we should do something. [ He makes a grandiose gesture with his glass for emphasis, effectively sloshing half its contents onto himself but he doesn't notice. ] A good something. Like...like. Y'know.
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Apparently yes.
But he'd also stopped caring like an hour ago. Or maybe it was two hours. He doesn't know or care because he's drunk and the world is beautiful. ]
Y'know, T. We should -- we should do something. [ He makes a grandiose gesture with his glass for emphasis, effectively sloshing half its contents onto himself but he doesn't notice. ] A good something. Like...like. Y'know.
Something.