Franklin's Desire: The Reboot
Chapter 1: Legal
Los Santos, San Andreas, 2013
The sunny Los Santos weather felt good on Stephanie's skin, she was in a top down Black Sentinel Convertible with Packie in the passenger seat driving to Michael's house. It had been four months since Packie and Steph got married. It had been almost a year since they pulled the big score, and with Lester and Franklin's rigging of the stock market through assassinations, they were all billionaires. Stephanie was wearing a short black dress with no straps, and thigh high black heeled boots. Packie wore a red flannel shirt, jeans, and Eris sneakers. He held baby Nathan in his arms, the baby was cooing from his daddy holding him. "So, what do you think I should get him?" Packie asked Stephanie. "He's twenty-one now, a bag of smoke and a case of beer should do him fine." Stephanie replied. "The weed I got, but I need to stop at the store to get the beer." Packie told her. Stephanie sighed, she pulled in front of the Rob's liquor store in Vinewood. "Fine. Hurry up." She replied.
Packie got out of the car and walked into the liquor store, he walked to the beer cave and opened the door. He grabbed a case of Logger Light and A case of Pisswasser, he took the beer up to the counter. "Hey, sweetcheeks." He said to the young female clerk. The woman blew a bubble with her gum and it popped. "$40.69 for the beer." She told him in a snotty tone. Packie pulled out a $50 bill and dropped it on the counter, he grabbed her hand as she reached to pick it up. "There's plenty more where that came from doll." Packie told her. "Ew." She replied before grabbing the money and pulling her hand away. "Get your beer and get out you creep." She told him. "Fuck you, my wife is way hotter than you anyway! You cow!" Packie shouted before grabbing the beer and walking out.
They left the store and pulled up in Michael's driveway, Trevor's new Vapid Sandking XL was parked next to Michael's Tailgater. Jimmy's Patriot was parked in an open garage, and Tracey's Bug was parked on the opposite side of the house. Steph and Packie got out, she took the baby from Packie so he could grab the beer. The pair walked around back where there was a party going on, Tracey was in the pool in a tight revealing pink two piece swimsuit and sunglasses, Jimmy was in a lawn chair with Michael sitting in one next to him having his first legal drink. Jimmy took a sip of the whiskey and his mouth puckered up from the taste. "See, that's why you couldn't drink until you were of age. You're a lightweight." Michael said with a laugh. "I need beer!" Jimmy shouted. Packie walked up and put the beer on the table, he opened the box of Pisswasser and handed one to Jimmy.
Franklin rode up into the driveway on his customized Bagger motorcycle, he wore green ball shorts, white sneakers, and a grey muscle shirt tank top. His head shaven, and he had a goatee. And he had two sleeves, one on each arm. He reached into the left saddle bag of his bike and reached out a brick of weed, he walked around the house and to the back. Amanda was sitting in a lawn chair in a black two-piece sunbathing, while everyone else was sitting at the end of the pool in chairs celebrating. Trevor walked up to Franklin, he wore a black t-shirt and a Pisswasser cap with blue jeans and cowboy boots. "Hey, Frank. Whatcha got there?" Trevor asked Franklin. "Just a present for Jimmy, how you been man? How's the club goin'? Franklin asked in response. "Peachy, Nikki keeps asking about you. You really broke her heart the other day ago." Trevor replied. "Ah, man. Between running the impound, helping with the cab business, and my dispensaries. I've been busy." Franklin told Trevor.
The two walked up to the party, Jimmy lit up when he saw Franklin. "Hey, Frank! What's crackin'? He asked Franklin. "Hey Jimmy, happy birthday man." Franklin replied. He handed Jimmy the brick and turned around to grab a beer. Jimmy grabbed a pack of papers out of his shirt pocket and started breaking up the weed. Stephanie was holding the baby, while Packie and Michael were doing shots. Tracey got out of the pool, revealing her sensual swimsuit to Franklin. Franklin's jaw dropped at the sight, he eyed Tracey up as she walked towards him. "Got one for me?" She asked Franklin who held a beer in his hand. "Uh, yeah. Sure." Franklin replied. He grabbed a Logger Light from it's box and handed it to Tracey, she opened the bottle and took a big gulp of the light beer. "Well, I'm gonna towel off and get dressed. See you in a bit Frank." Tracey told Frank before walking off. She shook her butt as she walked, catching Franklin's attention before going into the mansion.
Jimmy finished rolling the joint, Michael looked in disapproval, but he knew his kids were grown. Michael was a lot more relaxed than he was, his dream job, coupled with his family and his billion dollar account, kept him happy for the first time in a long time. Tracey was an actress, who got her fame at Richards' Majestic. Jimmy worked at the Tequila-la Bar, which Stephanie owned, as a DJ. Amanda lived it up as a hot trophy wife of a rich movie producer, but she and Michael's marriage was in a much better state than it used to be. She even got used to Trevor and Franklin coming to the house more, their lives weren't so crazy anymore and it was almost normal. Franklin sat next to Jimmy, who lit the joint. Jimmy handed the joint to Stephanie, who handed the baby to Amanda. Steph took a hit, before passing it to Franklin. The three smoked, joked, laughed, and had fun at Jimmy's twenty-first birthday party.