'You fuckin' whore!' A voice wailed.

Niamh woke up with a jolt, almost on the other side of the room by the time she registered the voice wasn't actually in her room. She cursed at the paper thin walls and then scrambled around trying to remember where she had left her bag, eventually finding it slumped on an old tatty chair that the owner was probably passing off as vintage. Reaching around for her phone, she pulled it out and dialled Lester's phone. She pulled her black jeans from the chair back she had hung them on last night as she waited for him to pick up.

'I'm stuck in Sandy Shores and I'm flat broke, can you send a cab?' She mumbled as she stumbled trying to pull her jeans up.

'Is that what boss' do?' He asked, predicting to himself the tone of voice she would respond in.

'Hey, you're not my boss.' She insisted, raising her voice slightly as she hopped off the last step of the motel stairs and pushed open those dirty glass doors.

'I pay you!' He chuckled, slightly raising his.

'Potato, potato.' She sighed. 'Can you save me from redneck hell?'

'Fine,' He sighed. 'Someone will be there in ten minutes.'

'Y'know, you'd be a great-' Niamh playfully began.

'Goodbye, Niamh.'

As she lingered outside, she put a face to the voice which woke up. It matched the picture she had concocted in her head almost perfectly; greased up hair, stained wife beater and dirty cargo pants. She courteously smiled at him (something her mother had instilled in her to do, even in the mean streets of Liberty City) as she hung up the phone. He huffed and continued to smoke his cigarette.

The harsh desert sun beamed down and Niamh proceeded to perch herself against a wall in the shade. She waited; checking her e-mails, texting her friend Laura whom she knew she had promised to meet for breakfast but couldn't make it and was sorry, but she would take her for drinks later.

'Niamh?' She was awoken from her cyber life to a face she already knew.

'Franklin, right?' She smiled and narrowed her eyes.

'Yeah,' he chuckled. 'Lester told me to come and get you.'

'I thought he'd send a cab or something,' she paused. 'How did you get here so fast?'

'He called me last night...' He confusingly answered. Of course he did. He knew her every move after all. She confusingly laughed it off and he led her to his car.

'So, you met T then?'

She laughed. 'Yeah, I met him. It's definitely going to be an interesting job.' He laughed too, but didn't speak. She assumed that his laughter was in agreement. She wasn't sure though.

They didn't really say much to each other until they were well onto the freeway. 'So, tell me about yourself, you don't seem the type of girl to be doin' this shit.'

'There's not a lot to tell really,' She declared as she pondered over the thought of how she couldn't really describe herself. 'Money is money, if I can pay my rent you won't hear me complaining.' The young man smiled. 'What about you? How'd you get into all of this?'

'Through Michael I guess. I broke into his house tryin' to repo his kids car.'

'Seriously?' She scoffed a laugh, instantly intrigued.

'Yeah, man. They're good guys though.' He smiled, trying to concentrate on the traffic and fighting the urge to study her face.

'I've worked with worse people.'

'Yeah? Where abouts you from, anyway?' He asked, noticing she didn't speak (or look for that matter) like most of the brain-dead barbies of Los Santos.

'Liberty.' She said plainly.

'City?'

'Yeah.' There wasn't any other Liberty that she had ever heard of.

'Man, how'd you end up out here?'

'Work I guess, a lot of people didn't get out so lucky over there, people got caught. A European guy got most of the blame for it in the end.' She didn't know if she had already said too much, but decided that she wouldn't say anymore.

'I heard somethin' like that, he drop off the radar?'

'According to Lester.' She confirmed. The conversation fell short and the pair fell silent until the car was stood before a set of red traffic lights.

'Do you want to go for a drink? Or somethin'?' Franklin blurted out, like a secret he couldn't keep to himself anymore.

She flashed her teeth with a smile. 'Sure,' She began, before she began rummaging around in her bag again. Her hands left it with a pen which she scribbled down her number with and placed the scruffy piece of paper in the glove compartment.

They arrived at the corner closest to Niamh's apartment. 'Thanks for the ride,' she smiled as she slid out of the car. She leant down and looked through the window as she closed it. 'And I'll see you for that drink?'

'Yeah, I'll call you.' He set the gas and sped away as she walked into her apartment. He wasn't going home though. As she set about having a shower and washing the sand out of her hair, Franklin drove to Michael's house.

'Hey man, where've you been?' Michael inquired, throwing an empty bottle into the plastic trash can he held in his other hand.

'Lester had me go get Niamh... You met her?'

'Yeah, yesterday.'

'We're going for drinks.'

'You and her?'

'Yeah, dog. She gave me her number.' Of course she did, Michael thought.

'When are you going to see her then?'

'I don't know man, I'll text her and see what she's doing later...' Franklin paused as he saw his friend pull out the black bag from the plastic trash can. He saw the shapes of at least twenty-five bottles trying to burst back into the dirty room. 'Why don't you come too? She can bring a friend.' He added, winking as he suggested it.

Michael was prepared to decline Franklins offer with a I don't want to be a tag along but he did want to tag along, he wanted to breathe the crisp air that only three a.m. could provide. He hummed. 'Fine, call her and we can have a few drinks here before we go.'

'Yes!' The young man chimed, taking his phone out of his pocket and walking into the kitchen to phone his new colleague. 'You have an excuse to drink that shit now, homie.'

Michael laughed as he listened in on the call.

'Hey, it's Franklin.' He heard. 'How about that drink tonight?' The smooth talker continued. 'Oh, you're going out with a girlfriend?' Frank repeated, peering his head around the tile corner and winking at Mike. 'Well I could bring Mike along and we could all go?', 'Cool, yeah, we'll see you there at eight.'

'Tell me she's bringing a hot friend.' Michael joked.

'She's bringing two, she said to bring T.'

'T? Is she crazy?' He exclaimed.

'Dog, I couldn't care what she is, as long-'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.' Michael interrupted, waving his hand above his head and stoping Franklin from saying anymore.