'Ron!' Trevor shouted sleepily, struggling to open his eyes. His whole body felt numb and while he normally didn't mind the crash of whatever drugs he did the night before, this time felt foreign to him.
'No answer...where the fuck is he?' The scarred up meth dealer thought, managing to open his eyes...only to find himself under the Del Perro Pier, tied up and mostly naked.
He couldn't remember last night and while it was usual for him to wake up in strange places (On the train tracks, in a dumpster, Mount Gordo...) he would still be wearing his clothes or someone's dress and those times, he wasn't tied up.
'Ok, Michael...where are you hiding?' He says, laughing for a few seconds.
'Michael?...Oh, i get it. Johnny, you've had your fun. Now it's time to cut me loose, cowboy.' He says.
'Still no answer?!' He thought, trying to free himself from his makeshift restraints but no luck. If he catches whoever did this to him, he's going to stab them in the face, snap their neck and do funny things to their corpse.
Not necessarily in that order.
Across town in the Vinewood Hills, a trigger happy violet eyed teenager was stirring around, trying to wake herself up from the hangover from hell. Carly didn't normally drink too much but the last few days pushed her over the edge and she just wanted to forget.
Every vile word that she could think of was in her mind, making the hangover worse. A groan escaped her mouth as she rolled onto her right side, cracking her eyes open and finding herself in Franklin's house.
Lamar was a few feet away, wearing his shorts, a stripper's bra and some body glitter all over him. 'I'd laugh if my head didn't feel like a repeatedly kicked soccer ball.' She thought.
'L...wake your lanky ass up.' She says, taking in her surroundings and finding the living room trashed and Franklin passed out in kitchen, Chop nudging him in an attempt to wake him up...but no sign of Trevor. Lamar kept on snoring, oblivious to the outside world.
'Gotta do this the hard way.' Carly mutters under her breath, carefully standing up and walks over to Lamar, kicking him in the face.
'FUCK!' Lamar screams, opening his eyes and seeing Carly standing over him, still wearing her black lacy mini dress, her brown blonde hair a tangled mess.
'I said wake up, big sitting chief asshole! Where's Trevor?!' Carly says as Lamar stands up, rubbing his throbbing nose.
'Baby, i could've sworn that you were keeping an eye on him.' Lamar says, trying to grab Carly's ass but she smacks his hand, making him whimper like a misbehaving child.
'Shut up, you two! It's too early for this!' Franklin says, having been woken up by the noise and stands up, seeing the state his house and friends are in. 'What the hell happened last night and where in hell's name is Trevor?!' He says, rubbing his own head.
'Damned if i know, Frank. The crazy dude could be in Las Venturas by now.' Lamar says before the three of them look at eachother.
'If i were a speed freak with a propensity for violence, hookers and insanity, where the hell would i be if i'm still alive?' All three of them say at the same time.
Where could Trevor have disappeared off to?!