One day later, Trevor decides to finally head to Los Santos, as his assiciate Wade Herbert had finally tracked down Michael, but instead of Wade, he instead takes Jesse and Walter with him, explaining that Michael will actually be a good business partner, saying Michael may know about the meth business, but he does know the empire business. A line that intrigues Walter White, for reasons that would be obvious if you've seen Breaking Bad.
Later that evening, Carly and Seras exit from a resturant from one of their nights out, when off duty Seras often wears a grey hoodie and black sweat pants. As yhe same sweatpants as Trevor, ironically enough.
"...I'm telling you Brit, that guy was hitting on you." Carly teased, a little drunk but not much.
"Well I-" Seras started but was intrupted by someone calling out Carly's name. Who storms over to them, Jesse there to, but not Walter, he had already left.
"You!.. You're suppose to be dead!" Carly cried fearfully, hiding behind Seras, who herself barely reacts to Trevor's presence. This was Carly's first time seeing him sense the 2001 bank heist, back in North Yankton.
"Well I'm not, now where is he?!" Trevor demanded sternly, storming over to them.
"W -Who?" Carly asked timidly.
"Michael! Where's Michael?!" Trevor demanded.
"Away from you, that's where.. So leave my adopted daughter alone." Seras finally spoke up, making Trevor finally seem to acklowledge her.
"And who fuck are you?!" Trevor said, trying to intimidate her, but it doesn't work, Seras isn't afriad of him.
"A cop, that's who." Seras replied.
Trevor doesn't reply.
"Now listen mate, you might have the others scared with that crazy redneck pyscho bullshit. But all I see is a old man trying to get attention." Seras mocked.
"You don't know me!" Trevor said, still trying the scary approach despite it clearly not working, it's like it's the only one he knows.
"Oh but I do.. Your Trevor Phillips.. It's easy to track a man who's never been known for subtly." Seras told him.
"Hey ladies, this man bothering you?" asked a voice, everyone turning to see a bartender came out from all the commotion.
"Stay the fuck out of this!" Trevor yelled overly agressively.
"But I-" the man started only for Trevor to further escalate the situration by drawing out his handgun. "I said, get back inside and stay the fuck out of this!" Trevor demanded. Not caring that he's doing so infront of Seras, who openly admitted she was a cop.
"You shoot him and I tas you." Seras threatened, pulling out her taser and readying it, leading to a standoff of sorts. She doesn't know the bartender, it's simply her cop self talking.
Jesse finally runs over. "Whoa! Trevor stop!" Jesse cried.
"Stay out of it Pinkman!" Trevor cried, still eyeing the unnamed bartender.
"No Trevor, I thought we were looking for your friend no.. Whatever the fuck this is." Jesse growled back, Trevor seems almost impressed and finally lowers the gun. The bartender sees his chance and runs back inside.
"I'll take you. Just long as you leave Carly out of it." Seras said, holstering her taser.
"Seras!" Carly cried.
"No it's better we get the shit over with Carly. Now stay here." Seras replied.
Jesse decides to stay behind too.
LATER THAT SAME EVENING:
Michael is in the kitchen, wearing a yellow polo shirt and brown shorts. He opens the fridge, to find a block of weed.
"Da fuck is this shit." Michael groaned.
"Is that yours?" Amanda asked, walking in.
"Coarse not." Michael said, and tosses her it.
"... (sigh) I've only got myself to blame for the mess these kids are in. You are either drunk or staring miserably at the clouds, or doing god knows what!"
"Oh yeah, your a real role model, I mean you drove Carly into seeing the British chick as a better mother than you." Michael cried.
"Oh please, if she wasn't such a Daddy's girl than maybe she would go to collage like I told her too, instead of robbing banks with lunatics and assholes." Amanda cried back.
"Well maybe if you were actually nice to her, than maybe your opinion would of meant something to her." Michael retorted.
"Fuck you Michael!" Amanda yelled.
Jimmy suddenly walks in, ignoring the argument as he's just kinda use to it by now.
"There you are, you little shit.. You looking for this?" Michael said, holding the block. Jimmy grabs at it.
"Ah-ah-ah, noo"
"Very funny.. Your a real asshole!"
"What you just fucking say to me!?" Michael cried sternly, Jimmy about to reply when suddenly Seras Victoria walks in.
"Guys we have a problem ..."
You!" Amanda suddenly shouts. Seras becomes silent in response.
"Your the one that punched me!" Amanda cried angrily.
"Well, you shouldn't of got in my face like that. Anyway we have a problem..." Seras startedm, but is cut short by Trevor making a dry pun to introduce his presence.
Amanda gasps in fear, everyone else falls silent.
"Trevor... Good to see you man." Michael said nervously.
"Ooo, I but it is.. But coarse, I'm not the one who's been.. Resurrected."
"Yeah, well, I have me a bit of an awkward saturation." Michael replies, and he shields Jimmy behind him. Seras takes note of this and eyes Trevor carefullu.
"Your telling me bro.. One of those fake your own death's to your best buddy, run off with the doe, live in a big mansion.. Awkward. Situations." Trevor said, remaining uncomfortably calm and collected.
"That's one way to look at it." Michael said.
"You have any other way of looking at it? Cause I am all out." Trevor said, same tone.
"It was a long time ago man. I been in witness protection, still am." Michael replied.
"That's great. That's great!.. Sorry, where are my manners right?.. Amanda, I missed you, you use to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way.. Jimmy, you use to be thinner, but can't blame you... Where's Tracey?"
"Where's your sister Jim?"
Jimmy: She's uhh.. She's trying out for TV."
"She's what?" Amanda and Michael both asked in surprise.
"She auditioning for Fame or Shame." Jimmy explained.
"Fame or Shame?!" Trevor cried.
"The hell are you talking about?" Michael asked in confusion.
"Oh great, not that Lazlow show." seras groaned.
"It's her favourite." Jimmy replied.
"Whatever, I'm out of here." Seras said and walks out.
"What's her talent?" Michael asked.
"Dancing." Jimmy replied.
"Aw, christ, she's a horrible dancer!"
"Michael." Amanda groaned. Pretty called for honestly.
"Now? Now? Where!?" Michael cried.
"Maze bank arena." Jimmy replied.
"Hmm, Tracy being humiliated. Let's go get her!" Trevor cried to Michael.
"We?"
"Yeah we, what you stand here and argue as your daughter becomes a natural laughing stock!? You worse than I thought. Now lets go, come on!" Trevor cried. Reluctantly Michael goes out the front door with Trevor close behind.