A/N: Welcome to part 2 of this New Year's Eve adventure, prepare for drunk Trevor and drunk Lamar.
"Trevor, get your ass down from there!" Michael shouts after Trevor's climbed up to the roof. Some of the people who were at the party had come outside to see Trevor on the roof as well, Lamar being one and being downright drunk, dancing to I Can't Dance by Genesis.
The lyrics described Lamar, he was a stupid dancer when drunk.
"The perfect body… with the perfect face… no, I can't dance, I can't talk, only thing about me is the way that I walk… no, I can't dance… I can't sing, I'm just standing here selling everything!" Lamar sang drunkenly, trying to climb up to the roof but Franklin stops him.
"I ain't letting you go up there so you can fall and break your neck, you drunken idiot!" Franklin says, Lamar trying to get free as Trevor starts singing Don't Lose My Number by Phil Collins as loud as he can.
"I'M NEVER COMING BACK, I HEARD HIM CRY… AND I BELIEVE HIM… HE NEVER MEANT TO DO ANYTHING WRONG, IT'S GONNA GET WORSE IF HE WAITS TOO LONG… NOW BILLY, BILLY DON'T YOU LOSE MY NUMBER… CAUSE YOU'RE NOT ANYWHERE THAT I CAN FIND YOU-"
Trevor was then cut off by Jack throwing a grenade at him, causing him to jump off the roof and fall, landing on the ground with a thud, the grenade exploding after.
"It's almost midnight, the fireworks are gonna start!" Jack shouts, Trevor standing up and stumbling over to the group. He looked around but couldn't find Carly or Johnny.
"Where the hell are they?!" Trevor says a bit too loud but before he could turn around and head back in, everyone started counting.
"10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone says, shouting at the end as the fireworks lit up the sky.
"M, Carly missed the countdown! Where is she?!" Trevor says.
"I don't know, she loves New Year's Eve… maybe it just got to be a bit much for her." Michael says.
Trevor nodded and walked inside towards the kitchen but stopped when he heard a bed rocking back and forth upstairs. He looked into the living room, seeing Tracey and then looked outside, seeing Amanda and Michael kissing… that only left one woman of the De Santa family.
Trevor started to walk upstairs but felt something hit him from behind and dropped to his knees as electricity ran through his body, Trevor violently spasming until Jack eased off the trigger of the taser, Trevor trying to catch his breath.
"Leave them alone, Trevor." Jack says, Trevor standing up and facing Jack.
"You listen to me, mercenary! That girl is too fucking young!" Trevor shouts.
"Carly's 18, gonna be 19 in a few weeks. I don't like Klebitz, same as you but Carly can make her own damn decisions!" Jack says, this time pulling a pistol out.
"What?! You'd never shoot-" Trevor says, cut off by a dart being shot into his neck instead of a bullet and falling to the bottom of the steps out cold.
Jack put the tranquilizer pistol in his jeans pocket and walked over, picking Trevor up, dragging him outside into the backyard, tying him to one of the lawn chairs.
"Happy new year, lunatic. Sleep tight." Jack says before walking back inside, the noises from Carly's room and the fireworks making him smirk a bit. "Damn, you're a loud one Carly." He says before rejoining the party.
When Trevor woke up, his mind was blank and he was sunburned on his arms but managed to untie himself and stand up, getting hit hard by the hangover and tranquilizer, sitting back down.
"What the fuck happened last night?!" Trevor said to himself.
"Oh, just you being an overprotective lunatic and yeah… they wore themselves out." Jack says, Trevor looking at him angrily.
"If you hadn't stopped me, Johnny would be in the hospital or six feet under in Paleto Bay!" Trevor roared, Jack punching him. "I'm making a personal injury claim!" He shouts, his left hand over his nose.
"Maybe you should readjust how you see Carly. She's not a kid anymore, Trevor." Jack says, Trevor pushing past him and walking into the house, seeing several people passed out on the floor, Lamar's arms around Infernus, one of the strippers from the Vanilla Unicorn.
"At least it's not Michael this time. Last stripper he was with fell out of a hotel window in Liberty City." Trevor says after Jack walks in and Michael walks downstairs, kissing Amanda before she leaves for her yoga class.
"That was 16 years ago, Trevor." Michael says.
"Yeah and little Gigi ended up crashing onto a car and breaking her right hip. Where was it she worked at again?" Trevor says.
"The Triangle club in Bohan." Michael says. As much as he tried to forget, Amanda pretty much caused Gionna's injury. Michael remembered running out to the balcony and had to run back in, he thought Gionna was dead.
Upstairs, Carly was waking up, finding herself in Johnny's arms, Johnny sound asleep. Carly trailed her fingers on his arms, Johnny moving his head to the right and kissing her on her forehead, his eyes still closed.
Carly wrapped an arm around Johnny and moved closer to him, settling back into sleep with one thought going through her mind.
'Hell of a damn good way to ring in the new year.'