Chapter 2: Just Talking
The night sky was setting on Los Santos, the party was still in full swing. Michael had his iFruit Phone connected to a loud bluetooth speaker, which was playing a shuffled mix of music. "Nothing But A Good Time" by Poison was playing at the moment. Trevor was grilling steaks, burgers, and hot dogs, Jimmy, Franklin and Stephanie were still smoking weed and talking. Packie grabbed two beers and walked over to Michael, he handed a beer to Michael. "So, how's married life treating you?" Michael asked Packie. "It's okay, I never figured I'd be the family type and we're still pretty dysfunctional." Packie replied. "Are you still doing drugs?" Michael asked Packie. "Are you kidding? With my wife, I have to twice the amount to deal with her." Packie replied. Michael nodded, he liked Packie but he didn't like his habits. Tracey walked outside, she was wearing her halter top with jean shorts and flip flop sandals. She walked over to the three stoners and sat down.
Franklin handed the joint to Tracey, she took a hit and handed it to Jimmy. "So, how's the acting going?" Franklin asked Tracey. "Ugh, I'm a background character on a sitcom, it's totally gonna fail by next year." Tracey replied. "At least it's a foot in the door." Franklin told her. "I guess, it's definitely not what I pictured though." Tracey replied. The speakers now had "Dre Day" by Dr. Dre playing in the background, Jimmy lit up as he heard it. "Oh, hell yeah." Jimmy said. Franklin rolled his eyes at Jimmy, he liked the kid but didn't like his "wigger" attitude. Michael switched the song as quick as it came on, he put on "That's All" by Genesis. "What the fuck?" Jimmy asked Michael. "Trust me, I switched that song for your own good." Michael replied. Jimmy grabbed a beer and sat down, he opened the top and started drinking.
Tracey and Franklin were talking by the pool, she paid close attention to the muscular black man rolling a joint. "Where do you get such good shit?" Tracey asked Franklin. "I own a shop, best high grade medical in Los Santos." Franklin replied. "How do I get my hands on this stuff?" Tracey asked. "Normally, you'd need a card. But since you're a friend, just go inside and tell them I sent you." Franklin replied. Tracey pulled lout her phone and turned the camera on, she set it to selfie mode and got in the screen with Franklin. "We'll need proof." Tracey said as she took the picture. She looked at Franklin, who looked into her eyes. The two almost kissed, but stopped because of everyone around them. Tracey and Franklin looked at each other nervously. "It's ready, you want a hit?" Franklin asked Tracey. "Sure." Tracey replied. Jimmy came back, with some beers for them.
After awhile, everyone was good and drunk. The party was over, Stephanie and Packie left with the baby, Trevor left to go back to The Unicorn, Jimmy went to bed. Franklin was wasted, he was walking through the house on his way to the door. "Hey, kid." Michael's voice said. Franklin turned around, he looked at Michael with drunken eyes. "Yeah, man?" Franklin asked. "I don't feel right with you driving home drunk." Michael replied. "I got a spare bedroom upstairs, used to be Stephanie's. You can sleep there tonight." Michael told Franklin. "I appreciate it, man. But I should get home." Franklin replied. "Nonsense, you can sleep here." Michael said drunkenly as he put his arm around Franklin. You know where everything is, bathroom, kitchen, whatever. The room is nice." Michael told Franklin. The two walked upstairs, where Michael showed Franklin the room. "Alright, man. Good lookin' out." Franklin told Michael. The two fist bumped and Michael went to his bedroom.
Franklin walked into the room, it was basic with no decorations. The bed was big enough, with a thick comforter that would feel good in the air conditioned house. Franklin sat on the bed, he heard a knock on the door. "Come in." Franklin said. The door opened, Tracey walked in wearing a short pink silk night gown. Her long blonde hair down and flowing over her shoulders, Franklin loved the sight. "Hey, I heard my dad saying you can sleep here." Tracey said. "Yeah, he didn't want me drinking and driving." Franklin replied. "Well, that's good. We can finish what we started." Tracey said sitting down. Franklin put his hand on Tracey's thigh and started rubbing, she smiled at the rough hand caressing her. The two locked eyes before locking lips in a passionate kiss, the two made out for a few minutes. Tracey stopped kissing and stood up, she looked at Franklin and smiled. "I got to get some sleep, got work tomorrow." Tracey told Franklin. "Maybe I can give you a ride?" Franklin asked. "We'll see." Tracey replied before walking to the door. She turned around and looked at Franklin, he looked up at her. "Goodnight, Franklin." She told him. "Goodnight." He replied. Tracey walked out the door, leaving Franklin with his thoughts.
