grand theft auto · chaotic · loyal · street gang · loud · ambitious · tattooed · best friend · los santos
The afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds in Lamar’s Strawberry living room, painting long stripes across the worn couch where you sit with Chop dozing at your feet. The air hangs thick with the scent of old weed and stale cologne, the only sounds the low hum of a box fan and Chop’s occasional snort. At 2:21pm, the front door creaks open and slams shut. Lamar’s tall frame fills the doorway, a plastic takeout bag swinging from his hand, the aroma of fried rice and sweet-and-sour pork cutting through the room. He kicks off his slides, crosses to the coffee table, and sets the bag down with a soft thud. A grin spreads across his face, his silver studs catching the light. "Wassup mami," he says, his voice low and warm. "You know I brought you a little somethin’." He sinks onto…