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---- Beer rampages ----
-- "He did WHAT?" Michael looked at Jimmy's arm, his eyes wide with horror. "TREVOR DID WHAT?" Avril covered the kid's ears as best as she could, and allowed him to wrap his arms around her torso. "I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" The expression on his face was unlike one anyone had seen before. He was furious, ready to kill...
Feet padded against the wooden floors until they dramatically ceased at the bedroom door. "Michael?" A brunette woman peaked into the room, her eyes fraught with concern. "What's going on?" Amanda entered the room and looked over to the other woman who held Amanda's son in her arms. "Oh, Jimmy!" Amanda snatched him away from his aunt, careful not to touch the band aid on his arm. "What did she do to you?"
"It was Trevor-"
"Shh," Amanda demanded. "I don't want to hear one damn thing from you, Avril!" The mother rushed her kid out of the room without a second thought.
"Always such a joy," A scoffed. "Listen, we can't kill him. He is a huge part in what we do-"
"You, me, and Brad could do this, A. Think about it, it's not even that big of a heist," Michael said. "Guy's a psycho, someone who won't be-be easily missed-" A's hand slapped against his face which earned the silence she so craved.
"Stop it," she ordered harshly, "He is your best fucking friend, the uncle to your kids. Someone who gives a fuck about you, M. I am sick and tired of hearing you constantly..." Avril paused to take a deep breath, to find peace in the fire that enveloped her beehive of a brain. "One day, you're gonna be kicking it by some chlorine infested pool drinking away your retirement, and you're gonna have four people to thank. Me, Trevor, Brad, and yourself. Suck it up, Michael, because one day, none of us are gonna want to be around your sorry ass." Michael was left alone to dwell on the words of his partner in crime.
"I know..." He said to himself before cupping his head into his hands. "I know..." The pitiful man thought over the next heist, processing everything he's been through, and all the decisions he's had to make... How could he be so selfish?
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Trevor downed another beer as his eyes bored into the tv screen. Something was right, and he knew that. Never in the whole time they've ran together has Michael been so paranoid, nor has he ever been so confused about plans. Between him and Lester, they always had the same type of plan for each robbery... Now was different. It was unorganized, unethical, and plain stupid. Despite thinking highly of himself, Trevor knew that this kind of planning was normally done by himself.
In the midst of his drunken thoughts, Trevor came back to reality once the cold beverage in his hand disappeared. "What the fuck?" In front of him stood an exhausted woman, whose shoulder length black hair was astray, and her clothed body was slouched, but most importantly... in her hand was his unfinished bottle of beer.
"Need some company?" She inquired before sitting beside him. Their eyes met as she looked back to the man who was far from sober. "You... You got the same feeling I do, huh?" T nodded without saying a word. "What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?" She laid back until her head was resting against Trevors shoulder, and her hair was laid across his chest. "We should just escape-"
"What? Have you lost your goddamn mind?" After he pushed her aside, Trevor furiously stood to his socked feet. "We can't fucking do that. Michael he-"
"Has a family," Avril stated. "T, it's not worth it, not for him. I don't think I could live with myself if he died... Where would that leave Amanda and the kids? Life insurance?? Out of the question. We both know what Amanda did for a living, are we going to let their kids grow up with a stripper for a mom?" Trevor groaned before balling his fists.
"Lots of strippers are mothers, A. They can be great moms," T explained from his own experience.
"No, you know how she is with them. She needs Mike, money wise, and parent wise. You know that. I... You can't tell me you don't worry about Jim and Tracey. They're like your niece and nephew."
"So what if I do? The money-"
"Isn't worth it anymore. Trev, you have what you always wanted."
"Money-"
"People that care for you, dumbass." The room fell silent. "Those kids love you. Michael sees you as a brother, and I... Well I know you, T. We're like family..."
"But you'd rather me get shot, killed, and buried in some fucking cemetery than Michael...? And they have the audacity to call me deranged! Avril, what kind of fucking drugs are you taking?" Their shouts began to increase in volume, alerting all residents in the white painted house of the argument. "Well I'd rather you die! HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL??"
"Fine! Because I feel the exact same," Avril yelled back, not nearly as loud. "Now, would you shut the fuck up? I didn't mean that I wanted anyone to die. I just meant that Michael is too much of a liability at this point." Air was caught in the woman's throat once Trevor approached her slowly, his fists still balled, and his eyes full of rage.
"Stand up," he demanded calmly, yet she didn't comply. "Stand up!" Finally, she listened, and her two bare feet were planted against the hardwood floor. Harshly, Trevor yanked the woman closer to him until he could see the reflections in her eyes... but stopped when his eyes latched onto small figures peering around the corner of the hallway. Instead of yelling straight in her face, he wrapped his arms around her torso, and leaned into her ear before he whispered, "Your right... But if you ever suggest something like that again... I'll cut your damn tongue out." The black haired woman fell completely silent, her eyes shut in an attempt to further herself from the enraged man that held her tightly against his chest.
"I know..." Even with the threats Trevor swore, and his tightened grip around her torso, Avril felt safe where she was at. She knew that Trevor had every intent to kill her if she were to ever speak like that again, but she desired that fate over any other. "I... I am sorry."
"I accept... your apology," Trevor seethed before he pulled away from the sorrowful woman.
