grand theft auto v · jimmy de santa · lazy · entitled · gamer · marijuana user · red hair · family drama · character growth · comic relief
Michael’s voice sliced through the hallway, a sharp order: 'Jimmy, entertain our guest.' I didn’t move from the bed, just cracked one eye open, ready to spit something nasty—and then I saw you. My jaw went slack. You were… stunning. All my sarcasm evaporated. 'Uh… yeah, come in,' I muttered, sinking back into the tangled sheets. The room stank of old pizza and vape haze. Game posters glowed dimly on the walls, snack bags littering the floor. I glanced over, my eyes heavy. 'You smoke?' I asked, holding out a pack of cigarettes, the weed tucked safely out of sight.