Chapter 4- Relax Back

Hello, my fellow reviewers and readers. This is Tom tha Author here. I'm just here to say thanks to those who've been following and reviewing my story thus far. The story has gotten over 300 views and 50 visitor viewing my own story and I wanted to say thank you. I only care about putting out a good story for all to read, so that's what I'm going to do. Anyway, I'm back from my vacation and I hope you guys had a good Christmas. So, I'm going to continue the story from where I last left off…

The Next Day: 11:30 AM

So to further explain, what happened since yesterday, I checked into the Pink Cage Motel since I had more than $8,000 dollars in my account. They offered up a pretty decent deal for those who checked into the motel such as having air-conditioned TV rooms and a swimming pool. With the money that I have now, I barely feel broke.

Sometime after eating breakfast, I decide to give the people that I met a call, asking anyone of them if they wanted to hang out. The only person who I was able to contact was Austin.

"Hey Austin! It's me Thomas, from yesterday." I said to Austin over the phone.

Austin replied back, "Hey Thomas. How are you, man?"

"I'm good. Hey listen, I've been trying to hang out with some people. I was calling to see if you wanted to hang out."

"Uh… sure. I'll come and pick you up within a couple minutes."

"Thanks, Austin." With that being said, I then dropped the call.

A couple minutes later, I see a Bravado Buffalo Sports car. Austin honks, I then noticed Miles Roth with him.

"Hey there, Austin! I see you brought Miles along." I said as I greeted Austin.

"Uh, yeah. Asked him if he wanted to come." Austin had asked me.

"By the way, thanks Austin for doing that. Such a good man. So Thom, where to?" Miles asked

"I'm thinking Bahamas West Mamas. I heard it's a pretty good place to party at and there are hot, loose girls ready to get down and dirty over there!" I said with complete excitement.

"I'm not sure about that, Tom. I'm not even good at socializing with others and I can sometimes talk to myself. No girl would like that about a man."

"Look, Austin, if there's one thing that I've learned, girls love a man who can be himself." Miles told Austin with complete assurance

"You're right, Miles. We'll see if your theory's correct." Austin said to me with complete faith. Afterwards, we left for Bahamas Mamas West. During the drive, we struck up another conversation.

"So tell me Austin, where are you from?"

"I'm from the Midwest, where everyone can be a fucking bigot and not give a crap about your opinions. Due to people like them, I became reserved in high school and college as a result and left for Los Santos for a better view in life."

"Damn, Austin. Never knew you were raised in that environment." I said in complete awe.

"Well, yeah. Needed to get away from the chaos of it all. What about you?" Austin had stated.

"Me? Yeah, my family hails from the Southwest, where my ancestors John and Jack Marston used to live around during their time. Jack wrote the book, 'Red Dead' as a means to tell people the story of his father's exploits as an outlaw and a family man. I moved up to Liberty City to work for Merryweather Security after leaving the Marines when I was 20. Worked for them for about four long years until a surprise ambush wiped out my entire team; Traumatized me to the point where I resigned from Merryweather afterwards; Went on to do mercenary work for two years; All of a sudden, I wind up on the West Coast, so it's been like that ever since."

"Wow, I don't know what to say…" Miles said with complete awe.

"Maybe thank you very much? Miles, what about you?."

"I'm from Baltimore, Maryland. Decent place, humble beginnings, pretty good city to grow up in. When I was fifteen, I fell into the wrong crowd; Got involved in some stupid gangbanging bullcrap, got out of that a year later; Went to College to learn Mechanics. Things were going great until my parents died in a car accident. Afterwards, fell into a depression for 3 to 4 months until Lamar contacts me on LifeInvader, all of a sudden, I'm here."

I acknowledged Miles' story, "Not bad, Miles. Seems everyone has a past to share."

We later arrive at our destination, got out of the car and there is a small line outside of Bahama Mamas West. It took about less than five minutes to get into the club.

(A/N: Think of the club's interior in GTA: TBOGT only more improved, also has colors of black and blue.)

Once we got in, it was paradise in my eyes. The whole place was well detailed. It contained an upstairs floor, some bodyguards, dance floor, a couple bars, and bathrooms. It was better than the one in Liberty City.

We started to go towards the bar until Austin said something.

"Hey guys. I believe one of us should drive sober since anybody among us will get so drunk, we might regret things that will happen soon like giving head to unknown people, STDs and the sorts."

"Not a bad thought, Austin. Since you picked both me and Miles up in your Buffalo, I think you should drive."

"Thanks, Thomas. I was going to say the same thing."

Miles asked, "Wait, why did you want to do this?"

"I have my own personal morals to live up to." Austin told us in honest sincerity.

From there, Miles and I head towards the bar to get drunk while Austin asks for some non-alcoholic wine. I'm going to spare you the details that occurred from that point onward. Both me and Miles drank up to six bottles of Pibwasser and Logger Beer; Got drunk and danced like retards who barely knew how to dance; I puked on Miles's shoes and got a black eye as a result, which he apologized for.

From my assumptions due to my state of drunkenness, I think we left an hour after arriving there. Anyway, the three of us were having a discussion over the nightclub. Miles and I were still drunk, while Austin was not. Pretty unfair, don't you think?

"I still can't believe you punched me in the fucking eye, Miles. You're a soft-ass bitch for doing that." I said in a drunken stupor.

"Hey if you got a problem, then settle it you bitch! Let's go right now."

"Yo, both of you better shut the hell up or you're both getting left behind. Maybe I should let you guys get arrested for public intoxication."

I replied, "Alright, dude! No need to get so hard on us."

"Thank you for giving me the correct answer. Let's go guys."

"Wait just one minute, Austin. I saw you talking it up to some girl over there earlier. Who is she?" Miles asked.

"Well if you must know, her name is Jamila. Works at LifeInvader, claims to be something of a gangbanger, needed better income for profit, so I told her about what I do for a living. Told me she's considering it."

"Well, the more the merrier."

After that discussion, Austin dropped both me and Miles off to our living places. I went to my motel room at the Pink Cage Motel, applied ice to my black eye, and drifted off to sleep.

Hey guys. I apologize for having taken too long to complete this chapter. I was dealing with some writer's block and some personal issues, but I'm okay. This 5th Chapter was supposed to be a GTA Online mission, but I scrapped since I didn't want it to become repetitive. So I made the decision to make this one a laid-back chapter with some partying. Chapter Six will involve the mission, "Ballas to the Wall" along with those good ol' OC's we've come to know and love. And I also wish you guys a Happy New Year for 2015. Hope this year treats you all well!

Update (01/10/15): Hey guys, I'm sorry for not having updated this story for so long. It's 1:29 AM in the East Coast and I've been busy with schoolwork, now that school's back in session. That's why I haven't been able to be active. I'm still working on Chapter 6 as of now so it should be done by tomorrow, if possible. I wish to thank those who've been following, favoriting, and reading the story. I will return sooner than later. Stay tuned, readers!