One day in Michael's house, he was sitting in his living room relaxing when he heard something in his backyard. He got up to see what it was and saw that his pool had been filled with some strange green liquid. He swore and cursed, but then he saw someone in the pool. It was a woman in a bikini with green skin, who was floating around in the pool. "Amanda what the fuck are you doing?!" Shouted Micheal, who was getting Irritated.
"Relax honey! I'm just having a little fun at the pool!" Amanda said with a grin. Michael was shocked and confused by her response, as the pool water was still green. He was about to shout at her again, but then she started splashing him with the green water. He swore and cursed some more, as he felt the liquid all over his body.
"What did you do to the pool?" Asked Micheal.
"I put in a secret ingredient," Amanda said with a mischievous grin. Michael gasped and shouted at her again, demanding to know what she had put in the pool.
Micheal sees dead people rise from the Pool. Suddenly Micheal woke up in bed, it was a nightmare. "JESUS FUCK-" yelled Micheal
Michael sat up in bed, breathing heavily and shaking. He was relieved that it was just a nightmare, but he was still shaken up by it. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and trying to calm down. He washed his face and then went back to bed, hoping to sleep off the nightmare.
"Goddamn it." Micheal said to himself, Micheal got out of the house, drove to the bar, suddenly Micheal sees Trevor at the bar, which Trevor was drunk as a skunk.
Trevor was seated at the bar, downing drink after drink. He was obviously drunk out of his mind, slurring his words and swaying back and forth in his seat. Michael walked up to him and sat up next to him at the bar.
"Mikey!" Trevor said Drunkly.
"Hey T," Michael said, keeping his distance from Trevor because of how drunk he was. Michael looked concerned, as he knew Trevor could be a troublemaker when he was drunk.
"How's the family." Asked Trevor.
"They're fine," Michael said, keeping it short and vague. He knew that Trevor was just going to say something inappropriate or embarrassing if he kept talking. Michael just wanted to get a couple drinks and leave, but Trevor was obviously in a talkative mood.
"Is Jimmy still a video gameoholic?" Asked Trevor
"Yeah, unfortunately," Michael responded after a pause. He was annoyed with Trevor for mentioning Jimmy, as he knew it was just going to start some argument. Jimmy was a lost cause as far as Michael was concerned, and there was nothing he could do about his video game addiction.
"Well that ain't good," Trevor responded, shaking his head in disapproval. He took another swig of his drink, then looked back at Michael. "You need to knock some sense into that boy. Beat some sense into him or something."
Michael sighed and rolled his eyes, as he knew exactly where this was going. "That's not how I raise my kids, Trevor. If I beat Jimmy, he won't learn anything." Michael was starting to get angry, which Trevor could tell because of the way he clenched his fists.
"Where's my drink?!" Shouted Micheal
Trevor laughed at Michael's outburst, then said, "You're all wound up. I think you need another drink." He waved down the bartender and ordered Michael another drink.
Michael rolled his eyes and took the drink from the bartender. He took a sip and then sighed, feeling the alcohol start to take effect. He had been avoiding drinking for a while now, but he was starting to feel like maybe he needed a drink or two. Trevor kept drinking as well, looking pleased with himself for getting Michael to have another drink.
Michael took another swig of his drink, starting to feel a bit more relaxed. Trevor was obviously much drunker than Michael was, and was starting to get more and more obnoxious.
"Mikeyyyy chillll have a drinnnnk babababababa!" Said Trevor Michael rolled his eyes again and glared at Trevor, but he couldn't resist taking another drink. The alcohol was loosening his inhibitions, and he was starting to feel a bit more relaxed. Trevor was obviously drunk, but he still seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of Michael.
Trevor laughed again, noticing how much the alcohol was starting to affect Michael. It was clear that Michael had been avoiding drinking for a while now, and Trevor was enjoying every second of it. He ordered another drink, his fourth or fifth one now. "You need to loosen up Mike, you need to have a few more drinks."
Michael turned to look, surprised to see Franklin entering the bar. Franklin was sipping on a beer, looking relaxed and carefree. Trevor laughed and pointed at Franklin, mocking him and saying, "Look at Franklin, drinking that weak-ass beer, what a lightweight." Franklin heard this and laughed, taking another sip of his beer and ignoring Trevor.
"Hey frank!" Said Micheal.
"Hey Mike," Franklin said, walking over to them. He took a seat next to Michael at the bar, looking more relaxed than Michael had been in a long time. Franklin had a much better handle on his drinking than Michael did, and he seemed to be able to keep his head no matter how drunk he was.
"So, how are you doin? Heard you had kids, who's the lucky lady?" Asked Micheal.
"I have two kids, a son and a daughter," Franklin said with a smile. "The lucky lady? My girlfriend, Tanisha. She's the mother of my kids, and the love of my life." Franklin was obviously happy with his family, and Michael couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.
"Well don't fuck it up man" Micheal chuckled.
Franklin laughed as well, "I'll try my best, man." Michael was surprised by Franklin's maturity, but he couldn't help but admire it. Franklin seemed to have a great handle on his life, and Michael wished he could be more like that.
Franklin turned to Trevor, who was clearly getting more and more drunk. "Yo Trevor, I think you've had enough." Franklin chuckled. Trevor laughed and took another drink, not paying Franklin any mind. Trevor was obviously past the point of being able to have a rational conversation, and Franklin just shrugged his shoulders and turned back to Michael.
"Anyone wanna rob a bank?" Asked Trevor
Everyone looked at Trevor in shock, including Franklin. Trevor laughed and said, "See? The booze has kicked in, and I'm feeling dangerous." He was clearly drunk out of his mind, and his speech was heavily slurred. Michael and Franklin looked at each other, rolling their eyes and then shrugging their shoulders.
"I brought masks and ak47s, this bank isn't gonna fuckin' rob itself!" Said Trevor.
Michael and Franklin couldn't believe what they were hearing. Trevor was obviously way too drunk to even stand up on his own, much less rob a bank. Yet somehow he was still planning to do it, and he had the guns and masks to prove it. Michael and Franklin both looked at each other and rolled their eyes, wondering how they were going to stop Trevor from killing himself or getting them all locked up.
"Fine. Where's the damn place?" Asked Micheal.
Trevor laughed and said, "The Vinewood Bank, right down the street." Franklin rolled his eyes again, but Michael couldn't help but feel intrigued by the idea. It was an easy way to get some quick money, and while it was definitely illegal, Michael was finding himself drawn to the idea of doing something a bit dangerous and reckless.
Michael thought about it for a moment, then reluctantly agreed. "Alright let's do it." All three of them walked outside and got into Trevor's truck, driving down the street towards Vinewood Bank. Trevor laughed as he drove, clearly quite intoxicated but still excited for the robbery.
"Trevor ever considered Cleaning your car for once?" Asked Micheal, "it smells like Shit."
"I like the smell of alcohol and vomit in my truck, it gives it character." Trevor said, waving off Michael's concerns. Trevor had clearly spent a lot of time drinking and partying in his truck, and all those stains and odors were like a badge of honor for him.
Trevor pulled up next to the bank, which was a simple brick building with a large parking lot. The area seemed fairly deserted at this time of night, with only a few cars parked around the bank. Trevor got out of the truck and walked towards the bank, with Michael and Franklin behind him.
Trevor went up to the front door of the bank and tried to open it, but the door was locked. Michael and Franklin watched him, curious to see what Trevor would do next. Trevor kept trying to open the door, but it was clear that it was locked.
Trevor kicked the door down. "GET ON THE FUCKIN GROUND!" He shouted at the people in there
The people inside the bank all froze when they heard Trevor's shouting. They looked at him in shocked and then raised their hands in the air, as Trevor kept pointing the gun at them. There weren't many people there, only two bank clerks and a security guard. Trevor yelled at them to get on the ground, then Michael and Franklin stepped inside the bank as well.
They Grabbed the money, they all ran into the van driving off, the cops are behind them. "Pull over now!" The cop said, Trevor rammed the Police car "FUCK YOU!" He shouted as he dose it, Trevor hid under a bridge escaping the cops. He drives back to sandy shores.
Michael laughed at Trevor's blatant disregard for the police, as the cop cars were right on their tails. Trevor drove like a madman, speeding and recklessly driving through traffic. Franklin was holding onto the door for dear life, fearing that they would be killed if Trevor kept this up. After a close call, Trevor made it to a bridge and hid under it, evading the police's view.
"How much money is this?" Asked Franklin.
Michael looked over the loot, counting the stacks of money in the back of Trevor's truck. "At least a couple hundred thousand. We really hit the jackpot with this one." Michael felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that they had robbed a bank and made out with a huge chunk of cash.
"It's more then that." Said Trevor. "We stole over a billion dollars."
Michael and Franklin both looked at Trevor in shock, not believing what he had just said. A billion dollars was way more cash than they could have imagined stealing from just one bank. Michael was blown away by the amount, and Franklin was speechless. "Are you serious?" Franklin said incredulously.
"Honest to good man look!" Said Trevor
Michael and Franklin both looked at the cash, completely in awe of the amount they had just stolen. Trevor was right, it was much more than a few hundred thousand. They had gotten their hands on a massive haul of cash, more than they could have ever expected. Michael was speechless, while Franklin couldn't believe his eyes.
Trevor laughed, looking at Michael and Franklin's reactions with smug satisfaction. Even he didn't expect to get this much money from the robbery, but he was enjoying watching Michael and Franklin's surprise and awe at the massive haul they had just gotten away with.