SEVERAL WEEKS LATER:

Carly and Seras exit from a resturant from one of their nights out, when off duty Seras often blue jeans and either a white t-shirt, or grey hoodie. Today was the t-shirt.

"...I'm telling you Brit, that guy was hitting on you." Carly teased, a little drunk, as she stumbles out, Seras more sober.

"Well I-" Seras started, but was intrupted by someone calling out Carly's name. They look over to see a bolding man with gray sweat pants and dirty white t-shirt storming over them. The sight making Carly widen her purple eyes in fear. It was Trevor Phillips, he found her.

"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. But Seras on the other hand, wasn't gonna be intimidated by a balding old man who smells like he never showered.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, well I'm not, now where is he Carly?!" Trevor demanded sternly.

"W -Who?" Carly asked timidly.

"Michael! Where's Michael?!" Trevor demanded.

"Away from you, that's where.. So how about you fuck off." 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.

"Well guess what pig, I ain't done nothing, you don't know me!" Trevor said stubbornly.

"Oh but I do. Your Trevor Phillips.. I know all about you, I just never told them cause they all seemed afriad of you. Frankly, I don't see why." Seras told him. Carly can't but chuckle a bit to herself.

"Fuck you blondie!" Trevor cried angrily.

"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.

"Pull your trigger, I pull mine." Seras threatened, pulling out her Glock, leading to a standoff of sorts. She doesn't know the bartender, it's simply her cop self talking, not wanting civilian casualties. It's a quote from the Walking Dead comics that I always kinda liked.

Trevor, clearly annoyed, wisely lowers his weapon. "I still wanna see him." he said.

"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, with that Trevor leads Seras to his red truck. A very unique one that only he owns. A roofless Kaiser Jeep, that's clearly use to dusty desert trails, a abiove Los Santos is Sandy Shores, which is basically new New Mexico, despite still being in San Andreas. I don't know enough to speak for the accuracy of this, I'm Canadian.. So is Trevor actually. They changed that when Canadian actor Steven Ogg, won the role. Who than turned in the hammy laughably evil prefamance, which we all love. Bit to much, according to Steve himself. Has trouble escaping that typecast.

Anyway, as the two drive off, Carly sighs and calls Pinkie, saying she needs someone to hang with, Pinkie saying she's working, but Carly can come watch Fame or Shame live, given Pinkie works at the building with her adoptive brother Lazlow, the host.

LATER THAT SAME EVENING:

Michael is in the kitchen, wearing a yellow polo shirt and brown shorts. He opens the fridge, to find a literal brick 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, just ask Carly." Michael snarked.

"Oh please, if she wasn't such a Daddy's girl than maybe she would go to collage like I told her too, instead finding new ways to keep getting nearly killed each day." Amanda cried back.

"Well maybe if you were actually nice to her, than maybe your opinion would of meant something to her." Michael retorted.

"You think I like being like this!" Amanda said back, a bit tearfully. "I try, but that woman just finds a way to get under my skin Michael, and it's not like your of much help." she continued. Michael simply just giving a sarcastic reponse, before Amanda can reply Jimmy suddenly walks in, making Michael change the subject by grabbing the large weed brick.

"There you are, you little shit.. You looking for this?" Michael said, holding the weed brick. 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..."

"Now what?" Amanda groaned annoyed, when suddenly Trevor walks in, making everyone fall dead silent, except Amanda, who gasps in fear.

"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 carefully.

"Your telling me bro. One of those fake your own death's to your best buddy, run off with the dough, and live in a big mansion. Awkward, situations." Trevor said, remaining uncomfortably calm and collected. Most likely tranquil fury, which is even scarier than his loud bombastic one.

"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 greaaat... 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?" Michawl asked, still watching Trevor.

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 show." Jimmy replied.

"Whatever, I'm out of here." Seras said and walks out.

"What's her talent?" Michael asked, nobody even awknowleding Seras as she leaves, to caught up in the conversation.

"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.

Meanwhile, Lazlow Jones is seen flirting with failed dancers, Well.. If you call "lying about his penis size" flirting. Creeped out, they all leave.

Sure enough Pinkie Lancer had invited Carly over. Pinkie is another tomboy, often wearing baggy clothes, as it trying to hide thst she's a girl.

"... What happened to you Lazlow?" Asked now 22 year old Pinkie, who's actually the same age as Carly, only a few months apart. Part of why the two are so close.

"What you mean?" Lazlow asked.

"Come on Lazlow, you may of always been a shitty brother.. But were a 'decent' person once.. What became of you?" Pinkie asked.

"You know what happened sis. I got hooked on cocaine." Lazlow admitted, so matter-o-factly he seems to treat it like a normal response to give out.

"Yes we all heard the story." Carly snarked, wearing less revealing clothes than she often does, as Pinkie recommended that, unless she to wanted Lazlow's creepy talk. She picked a long sleeve and sweat pants.

"Whatever. Let me check the list" Pinkie said, reading the off view list. Her red hair messy like usual, as is her style.

"Speaking of which. I got a call, someone named Tracey.. She wants a chance on the show... And she sounds kinda hot.. So.. Why not, right?" Lazlow said.

"Oh my sister.. Careful my dad Michael, he is, protective." Carly warned.

"Worth it." Lazlow laughed, Carly just rolling her eyes and heading out with Pinkie.

LATER:

"Alright Carly, sense your here, I could use the extra hand, one of my jobs here is to sign people in, so take the other door and ask for names, sign them on this list. Think you can do that?" Pinkie explained.

"Sure, that'll be easy." Carly replied, and Pinkie hands her a extra clipboard of the same list Pinkie has. "But I thought you were the janitor." Carly chuckled.

"I'm both." Pinkie replied, and heads to the front door. Carly shrugs and goes to the back one.

No more than ten seconds later, Michael and Trevor burst in though the front door.

"Where the hell is she?!" Michael was heard saying.

"Michael?" Pinkie asked.

"Hey Lancer, is Tracey here? She..." Michael started, only for Trevor to cry out "WHERE IS SHE?!" violently, getting in her face and needishly scaring the poor girl. Not exactly something that will get them any answers, if she's too scared to even say anything. Something Michael knew, and was annoyed with Trevor for.

"Easy T, I'm handling it." Michael said, annoyedly pulling Trevor back.

"Who's that?" Pinkie asked frightenedly.

I'll tell you later, just tell me where she is sweetie." Michael said, still going with the nice approach.

"S -She's on stage, in the back." Pinkie said, still frightened of Trevor, as I'm sure most of us would be, but still pointing them over and the two run over. Michael pats her comfortingly and runs down with Trevor.

Carly sees them run past. Sensing trouble Carly, mumbling "shit" to herself and decided it's best to hide here.

On the stage, a man finished dancing.

Lazlow approached the stage. Clapping.

"Thank you Frank. For... Whatever that was." Lazlow said.

"Welcome back to Fame or Shame.. I'm the host. Because "apparently" I have nothing else to do on a Saturday evening.. And now isn't that just a little sad?" Lazlow said to the camera, cause this is live. (Big Bang Theory reference I threw in).

"Now. Up next it's Tracy De Santa.. Audience.. Tracy De Santa." Lazlow said.

"(in overly revealing school girl outfit, lord knows why) H. Hi" Tracy said nervously.

"Now Tracy's a "dancer" but she also enjoys singing, and long walks on the beach.. That's wonderful. Your so original. Like a rainbow. Or a basket of puppies. Or a.. Pile of puke." Lazlow joked.

"Who are these clowns?!" Lazlow cried, seeing Michael and Trevor as they sneak backstage, and the camera pointed at the intruders, probably thinking it was still part of the act. Witch it isn't.

Continuing with her act, despite this news. Tracy, for some reason, performs an erotic dance, while dressed like a school girl. (And she wonders WHY perverts stalk her, just saying, a little shame wouldn't kill you). Lazlow joins in, and begins dancing inappropriately with Tracey. Despite Michael being right there, and not happy about it.

"Okay.. Okay, that's enough" Michael warned, but his words were ignored.

"Hey! I said that's enough!" Michael angrily screamed, and angrily pushes Lazlow off her, who crawls away fearfully.

Random Man: (watching it on tv as Michael is seen chasing Lazlow on live television): What a weird episode.

"I got security. Security!" Lazlow shouted.

"What you fucking say?!" Michael angrily screamed.

Lazlow ran for it, as a security guard blocked Michael both preparing to fist fight, but suddenly Trevor came and smashed a folding chair against the guard's head, knocking him out cold. Even Michael was surprised by this action.

"Come here you little fuck!" Trevor screamed at the escaping Lazlow, and he and Michael chased him.

Hugh (one of the judges): That was weird... (faces audience, holding burger) Almost as weird as not having a burgershot burger.. Yum yum.

NARRATOR: BurgerShot. The official restaurant of Fame or Shame.

ONE CAR CHASE LATER:

"Ohh.. All outta batteries?" Trevor said, he and Michael cornering the stranded Lazlow who ended up at parking lot.

"H -Hey guys.. I was only joking around back there" Lazlow frighteningly insisted.

"Yeah well, that little girl sat on my leg when she was 2 months old, and I swore to god I would the face off anyone, who fuckin wronged her!" Trevor threatened.

"L -Look, I'm just a dumb, A-list celebrity, trying to entertain America, Okay!?.. I got a lot of stuff going on wait now, besides, you. Trying to, kill me. Okay. I got multiple sexual harassment orders.. Plus.. I'm a crack addict, so there's that.. And I can't stop jacking off dude!.. I jack it in traffic!" Lazlow cried. Not sure why he wanted to the share that last part. It wasn't relevent to anything.

"What's your talent? Huh? I mean, aside from love and sex?" Trevor asked.

"Dude, haven't you seen my show? It's not live, it's not funny... That's my genius: I got no fucking talent!" Lazlow said, frightened.

"Clearly he ain't being humble T.. You made your point" Michael insisted. "Yeah." Lazlow agreed nervously.

"This is your daughter. You should be wanting to rip the FUCKIN' PONYTAIL, off the top of this guy's head!" Trevor cried.

"AND YOU!" he creamed at Lazlow. "

Pants, off" He ordered.

Lazlow, knowing there's not much choice in the matter, took off his pants. Trevor pulls out his camera phone, and tells him to dance.

"I need musc or..."

"You trying to fucking annoy me, huh?!"

"I'll dance" Lazlow said, and started dancing, or whatever he called that thing he was doing, and Trevor records it on his phone. Probably as blackmail for if this ever happens again.

Michael, knowing that Lazlow got the message across, allowed Lazlow to run off. But warns him to hurry "before I change my mind!"

"I got it all on tape you fuck! The world's gonna see your shit!" Trevor yelled to the fleeing Lazlow.

Michael laughed and than said "I'm going home."

I actually love Lazlow.. He's a slimy unlikably asshole, but he's a FUNNY slimy unlikable asshole.. He's always used for comic relief in my stories..

Also I might try to have Dash and Trevor interact bit more, as the two can actually very easily become best friends.. Not only do they both like ChannelX, which is punk metal radio channel.. But they also share the same sarcastic humour and hipster nature.. Trevor can deny it all he wants, but he clearly is one.. Hell I've been called one myself, and have come to see it as a compliment..

Honestly it'll just be nice for T to have a actual friend, instead of Carly, who just kinda tolerates him..