DRAMATIS PERSONAE

David - Protag, relatively friendly and very patient. Unhealthily obsessed with fashion and style.

Richard - Easy-going, megalomaniac, dash of egotism and one of the fattest bank accounts in Los Santos. Loves flexing his wealth in every possible situation. Met David on LI a few months prior.

Nick - Bombastic upcoming businessman, under Richard's wing. A friend of David from a long time ago, reunited in the never-sleeping city.

Alex - Newest addition to the crew, a friend of Nick's. Bit of a klutz, but not dead weight either. Came to Los Santos on request from Nick, to join in on the fun.

"Please fasten your seatbelts, we are about to land at LSIA. The time is 19:40, and the temperature is a cool 26° Celsius. We hope you enjoy your stay at Los Santos, but we hope to see you again on one of our flights."

I excitedly look out the window, and see the tall skyscrapers burst from the clouds as the plane starts its final descent. Los Santos, one of the most famous cities on Earth. Richie called me here a few weeks ago, and since I had nothing else back in San Fierro, I sold my stuff and bought a ticket to Los Santos.

One of the hostesses calls out to me to fasten my seatbelt, and I can't help noticing her rather curvy body. I whistle in a low tone, so only she can hear me. She blushes and walks off. Your charm strikes again, bud.

As I leave the terminal, I recieve a message on my phone.

'Stay there. You'll know who I am.'

Five minutes pass, then ten. I'm starting to get bored, but then I hear loud music in the distance. Under my disbelief-filled eyes, a long Patriot, painted the exact wrong shade of purple, rolls up on the curb in front of me. To those who think cars can't talk, you're wrong. This one can, and it sends a simple message.

'My owner is so rich he literally has no clue how to spend his money'

The driver's door opens, and a figure walks out in front of me. We gaze at each other, examining the guy in front of us. I note his flashy business suit, his sleek sunglasses and his brown hipster haircut, while the other guy observed his long black coat, his blue flat cap, along with his red hair flowing to his shoulders. He speaks first.

"David?"

"Rich?"

A massive grin erupts on his face.

"It is you, isn't it?"

My face mirrors his.

"Last time I checked."

We both burst out laughing and bear hug each other. A manly hug, hard and short.

"Finally come to Los Santos, have you, eh? This place is a damn honeypot, I'll tell you that. Serious money flows here, and if you want, I can tap you into it."

"Now you're speaking my language. First things, though. Got anywhere I can stay for a few days?"

"Well, my second apartment is empty these days, so I guess you can crash there for the time being. But first, you need three things. A gun, a car, and an unhealthy amount of drinks."

Both of our grins widens even more. Time to show Los Santos who's boss.