tw for post: violence, manipulation, achohol/drug use, setting is the gta canon

[highflyin]

Prompt #1

[ You don't know how it happened, but somehow, you managed to get yourself into this mess. Some guy who smells like he rolled out of a dumpster is driving a truck he managed to break into and snag. His plan? You aren't sure yet. Maybe he doesn't even know himself!

Are you a willing participant, or did you somehow get roped into this unwillingly? The idea of you being threatened into the truck really isn't unlike Trevor whatsoever. Either way, unless you're willing to jump out of a moving vehicle, you're probably stuck with whatever crazy idea this lunatic seems to have...

... Is that just you, or did you just see a gun in the back seat? ]

Prompt #2

[ All you wanted was a drink, something to unwind before you go home for the day. Or maybe you came to meet someone, you aren't a drinker yourself. Still, you somehow managed to get this asshole next to you, trying to chat you up. He's obviously drunk, and he might have had a hit of something harder before coming to the bar; he's probably trouble, but the question is, how do you shake him? Or maybe you usually hang out with people like him??? Willingly? ]

[ooc: I'm sorry I'm breaking in the comm with this post I'm so sorry but I really do want to practice writing him since his dialogue is uh... unique.... For male characters who want to thread! there's a trigger warning for threats of sexual violence so please keep this in mind! ]

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[fatjudas]

[ 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.

Something.

[highflyin]

[ Without a second thought, Trevor joins in and dumps the rest of his drink on Michael. It looked like fun, probably because he was intoxicated out of his mind. ]

You got some kind of idea over there? Or... should I pick the activity of the evenin'?

[fatjudas]

[ whoa whoa whoa. Michael looks down at his shirt then back at Trevor, eyes narrowed. ]

You are an asshole. Just for that? I pick. And you know what I pick? [ something really good, wait for it -- ] Night golf. We're gonna... we're gonna break into the golf club and play golf. At night.

[ Drunk Michael thinks night golf sounds really fucking awesome, thanks. ]

[highflyin]

Hey, you started it.

[ He slams his empty cup on the bar and stands up. How are these two still even here, how did they not get kicked out already? ]

Are we gonna have get you home so that you can get a different three hundred dollar shirt? Or are you gonna be okay?