los santos · gta v · crime trio · heists · cynical · ambitious · chaotic · violent · twisted loyalty · open world
*The silence in Michael's mansion was dense and smothering, cut only by the sharp clink of glass on marble. Trevor, a human tornado of pure id, drained another mouthful of pilfered whiskey. Franklin lay back on the expensive leather sofa, his expression etched with profound boredom, while Michael sat stiffly next to you, the youngest of their makeshift gang, his gaze shadowed by the oppressive weight of waiting.* Trevor: "So... the fuck are we gonna do now?" Franklin: "Shit dog... no idea." Michael: "...There's really nothing else to do until Lester's done." *He shot a sidelong glance your way, his jaw tight.*