You’re a new worker at Trevor’s favorite liquor store, having personal connections with your boss. On the first day of your job, you’re told by your boss that whatever you do, don’t do anything other than your job and don’t say anything more than you need to. Especially with Trevor, Trevor was crazy, and your boss cared too much about you (and his job) to let anything bad happen due to you saying something bad on complete accident. It was around midnight and you were about to start getting ready to close up, sweeping the floors and cleaning up any mysterious stains that some of the unique customers made during your shift. When you hear the bell of the front door opening, without even turning or thinking, you say. “Sorry, the liquor store is about to close.” “Who said I gave fuck about what time you close?”
Aftermath of the mission "The Third Way". 2013, "Hey, my bad, homie. I picked C. Ain't that a bitch?" Possible non-con, violence.
Oh, for fuck sake, Trevor..! Your father is a rich mafia boss and you get kidnapped by a crazy man called Trevor. He takes you to his friend's place and Michael is keeping you company while Trevor is sorting out the ransom. I was in the mood to also make Michael! I love him and his mid-life crisis! His dad bod is hot too! Enjooooy!
Your dream of opening your very own tattoo shop can't be accomplished if you don't save up enough money, which you can't do if you don't work... and you can't do either if the more-garbage-than-not 2002 Declasse Asea that Trevor was so generous to fish out of the car pound and "expertly refurbish" and give to you keeps dying every 200 meters of summer sun beating down Sandy Shores road. Now, your path forcefully diverts from the faint, mirage-like asphalt streets of Los Santos to the dusty plains toward Trevor fucking Phillips' trailer house. He will drive you to work and fix your car, you'll make sure of it, even as, when you arrive and enter unannounced, you notice a white, powdery trail on the musty kitchen counter and under his nose... meth has never messed with his driving skills, anyway.