Fire Meet Gasoline

Part Four

I walked down the hallway of the Alesandro hotel in Textile City, Los Santos. The carpet was an ugly pattern and the hall smelled strongly of bleach.

I arrived at floor 3 room number 16, at the end of the long, monotonous hallway with a headache stemmed from the stench of cleaning supplies, and hypnotized from the creepy carpet.

The room had two full sized beds, a desk, a dresser, a mini fridge, a microwave, a small dated tv and a tiny, poorly lit bathroom. I figured I could visit a convenience store and stock up on microwavable meals and some drinkable water, since the tap water ran a yellowish color. I checked the time, and it was 5:15. I unpacked and changed my shirt to my LS Feud tee shirt. I brushed my teeth and let my hair out of its pony tail and let it rest on my shoulders. By the time I was done, it was 5:30 since I didn't have many belongings it took only a few minutes to refold my clothes and put them away in the dresser that also acted as a tv stand.

I tried to turn on the tv, but it didn't work. The lamp on the side table between the beds was the only light, besides the one poorly lit sconce in the bathroom. There was a window which offered minimal natural light in the room. I laid on my back on the bed closest to the window, and held my phone above my face, waiting for a message from Trevor alerting he was here.

At 6:03, I got a text from an unknown number informing me that Trevor was in the lot outside the hotel. I grabbed my room key and slid it into the back pocket of my jeans along with my phone.

Trevor's truck was siting taking up two spots in the lot. I smiled as I approached him, him returning the smile and enthusiastically saying "there you are, doll face. What shall we fuck up tonight."

"It's my first night in the city, and I'm up for anything."

"You'll regret saying that." He smirked and raced out of the lot onto the road. I laughed nervously as we raced through red lights and weaved through traffic. We ended up at a bar not too long later, and when we arrived, Trevor held the door for me and pulled a stool out at the bar for me.

Trevor a beer and asked me what I wanted. "I'm 18, Trevor. I can't drink."

He laughed. "You certainly can pass for 21, sweet heart." The bartender brought Trevor his beer and a beer for me.

Trevor talked some about his business and then asked if I ever did anything like this before.

"No. The only job I ever had was cashier at a drug store. Like a pharmacy" Trevor laughed.

"What made you want to start doing jobs?" He asked.

"That's a silly question, Trevor. Everyone needs a job at some point." 

Before he could respond, a fight broke out next to us at the bar. Two men kicked at each other, jabbing each other in the face. Trevor watched, sipping his beer with an evil grin on his face. After the bartender leaped over the counter and pulled one of the men off the ground, everyone watching the fight began their conversations again.

"I don't know if they were equal in strength or too weak to overpower the other, but I like a good fight once in a while." Trevor explained to me.

"The bar scene isn't really my thing. Since I'm 18."

"SHHHH" Trevor put his hand over my mouth. "These horny LS boys will hear you. They see a sexy 18 year old virgin, and they lose their fucking minds.

"Did you just assume I'm a virgin?"

"Well aren't you?" He laughed as we left the bar. I stayed quiet, since I am. He laughed. "That's what I thought. Anyway, I've never really been on a date before, so I don't know what kind of stuff you girls are into."

"Well we aren't on a date, remember? We are just two colleagues getting to know each other."

"Right, I forgot you are still pretending you aren't into me. I'll go along with it for now, doll face. But Uncle T has his eyes on you." He smirked as he opened the passenger door for me. 

We agreed on just driving around the city. Trevor blasted the radio, making it near impossible to have a real conversation. But after a few songs, he turned it down.

"Now doll face, I don't think you got to answer my question earlier. What made you decide to start doing jobs? I'm not talking about getting a job at some pharmacy, I mean like a real job."

"A real job?" I wasn't understanding him at all. "I don't know what that means."

"Pulling heists." I looked at him still confused. "Eden, you really don't get it?" I nodded and he sighed. "This drug store job you had, did you ever get hit?"

"Hit? Like robbed? Yeah, plenty of times."

"That's what we do, but on a much larger scale."

"Oh." I shifted uncomfortably. "I don't feel very comfortable with that."

"We aren't sending you into a store with a gun, Eden. Oh that reminds me." He pointed at the glove compartment. I opened it, and a gun was inside. "That is for you, from Lester."

"Trevor I don't want a gun. I don't need it."

"Eden, Lester said for you to have it for protection. You never know when the cops are following you or if they know about what your up to or-"

"Trevor I don't feel comfortable at all. I want to go home."

"Just listen to what our plans are. You will understand, I promise. We are professionals. Don't quit now, Eden. Please."

"I just want to go back to the hotel." He sighed.

"Okay." We drove with the radio turned up, I glanced at him, and when he looked at me, I turned away. When we got there, he reached in front of me, into the glove compartment, took out the gun and loaded it. He handed it to me, I tried to hand it back to him, but he pulled his hand away. "Be fucking careful with that. I take it you never held a gun before, go to the ammunition range and practice. Maybe we can go together on our next date-"

"Not a date."

"Right. And when you decide your ready to hook up, call me any time. Just joking, doll face. Let me know when your ready to be serious about talking about this stuff. Id rather I tell you then Lester."

"Okay, Trevor. Thanks for the gun, I guess." I got out of the truck, and went to my room. I stuck the gun in a drawer of the dresser, and laid in the darkness of the room.