Michael Jones closed the door to the Achievement Hunter office after he finished filming his latest Rage Quit video. Most of his friends had left for the day, and he was excited to get home and see Lindsay. He was always a little worn down after filming his Rage Quit videos. It took a lot more energy than one might think to continuously yell at a screen. And, somehow, this had kind of become his role in the Achievement Hunter office. Each of them had their "thing", and his was cursing and being angry all the time.
He honestly wasn't like that all the time, even though that seemed to be a common misconception among the Rooster Teeth fans. They all seemed to think that he was just raging mad all the time, which was just not true. Michael was much calmer and laid back in everyday life; he cranked up the rage for the videos, just to fill the space he knew Geoff wanted him to fill.
He was walking towards his car when he felt a vibration in his pocket. He reached for his phone and pulled it out, seeing Gavin's name and number on the screen. He sighed audibly and answered the phone.
"What do you want?" Michael said into the phone.
"What are you doing right now?" Gavin replied.
"I just finished filming and now I'm going home to see Lindsay."
"Well, Ray and I are going to his apartment for a beer if you would like to join. Well, I'll be enjoying a beer while Ray sits there like a prick. You know, for some quality lad time."
Michael thought for a second. Some quality lad time sounded like fun. He didn't hang out with Ray and Gavin as much outside of work as he would like.
"Alright, I'll be over there in a few minutes. Don't drink all the alcohol or I'll kill you." He hung up the phone on Gavin and immediately called Lindsey, letting her know what was going on.
He pulled his car up to Ray's apartment and headed towards the door. Gavin opened the door before he even reached it.
"Michael! You actually came! What a friend!" Gavin was clearly a tad drunk. But then again, when was he not?
"Of course I came. I said I would, didn't I?" Gavin put his arm around Michael as they headed into the apartment. Ray was sitting on the couch, an Xbox controller tightly grasped between his hands.
"Hey Ray. What's going on?" Michael said.
"Oh, you know. Just killing some zombies."
"That is always fun." Michael sat down on the couch next to Ray and whispered, "How has Gavin been?"
"He's been…drunk. And he really, really wanted you to come here to hang out with us. Like, he hasn't stopped talking about it since we got here a few hours ago. Also, he might have drunken all the beer, but I don't really know."
Michael immediately raised himself off the couch and ran to the fridge to check on the beer. There was none.
"Hey, Gavin?" Michael started calmly.
"Yes, my lovely Michael?" Gavin slurred.
"Where did all the beer go?"
Gavin's eyes got wide and he looked down at his feet. He mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that, Gavin?"
"I might have drunk it all."
Michael put Gavin in a choke hold. Gavin yelped in surprise and tried to fight back, but Michael was stronger.
"What did you do wrong, Gavin?" Michael yelled as he released Gavin just enough so he could answer his question.
"I drank all the beer," Gavin squeaked.
"Are you going to do it again?"
"N-no."
"No what, Gavin?"
"No, sir!" Michael released Gavin and Gavin dramatically grabbed at his throat. Michael knew he was going to be fine. He laughed.
"Would you calm down? Sit down and let's play some zombies with Ray. Ray's probably feeling lonely.
Ray looked over at the other two lads. "Did you say something?" he asked.
Michael and Gavin looked at each other and giggled. "Don't worry about it, Ray," Michael said. "Now give me a controller!"