✔︎ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 [𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐕]

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸 - 𝐷𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐷𝑈𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐷

Vinewood, Los Santos, September of 2013

"What is wrong with you smoking in my house?"

Michael actually hadn't done anything wrong today, he was just lazing on the sofa watching TV. He hadn't had to clean up any of Trevor's mess, deal with Franklin, or speak to the kids, so today was going really well. He hadn't even touched his whiskey.

He also had no idea why Amanda was suddenly putting a stop to smoking in the house. She did it more than he did, especially after she'd took her never-ending doses of medication.

"You know, ever since that psychotic pal of yours turned up, you've turned into an even bigger asshole." Amanda said as she picked Michael's joint out of his hands and flicked it in a week old glass of whiskey that sat on the table.

"Your support in my difficult times means the world to me." Michael replied, rolling his eyes.

"I've supported you. I left everything to come here with you!" Amanda fired back, her arms folded over her chest.

Michael just blinked. He couldn't really argue with that.

"And still, that crazy bastard turns up," she droned on.

She's looking for an argument, Michael thought, don't rise to it.

Did Michael ever listen to himself?

No.

"I'll handle it." Michael said dismissively.

"How?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know."

Amanda rolled her eyes and began to walk to the kitchen, as she heard Tracey upstairs on the phone laughing away at something. No, she decided, she wouldn't let Trevor anywhere near her not-so-little babies. She'd do anything to keep them safe, even if it meant putting herself in danger.

"Just keep him away from me and the children, you low life, whore-mongering ass-wipe."

Jimmy laughed from upstairs. That's probably the best insult his mom has ever come up with.

"Did somebody say yoga?" Fabien asked with a smile as he came inside from setting the yoga mats up. Seriously, how is this dude getting in the house without Michael seeing him?

"Nah, I think she said 'whore-mongering ass-wipe'." Michael said sarcastically.

Amanda ignored her husband, instead choosing to sweet talk that definitely-gay yoga coach with the namaste bullshit again. Michael has had quite enough of this.

"Oh yeah, she's very centred. A regular oasis of peace and tranquility, this one."

Michael will tell people he wasn't jealous of that sausage-loving wife-fucking money-robbing piece of shit. He was jealous.