Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories (Rewrite)

Chapter 52: Taking the Fall

It has only been six days since Vic has last seen Lance, and considering that the latter had barely done any work since his arrival, Vic decided to give Lance a chance to redeem himself. As Vic arrived at Lance's apartment, he discovered that the coke he and Lance had been collecting for the business empires to save their skin from the Mendez brothers was gradually disappearing. Someone must have been taking it.

Vic decided to ask Lance what exactly was happening to the coke that was disappearing and walked inside. He saw that Lance was sitting in the chair right behind the table talking on the phone.

"Yeah, I'm Lance T. Vance, baby!" Lance chuckled over the phone. "'T' for tulips in Thailand. Great. Yeah, look, I gotta go. A'ight. Later."

As Lance hung up the phone, he looked up just in time to watch Vic enter to take a seat in the chair right in front of him.

"So who was that?" Vic asked.

"Oh, bro," Lance explained, "that's just the accountant. He's getting us a better rate at cleaning the money."

"And you call the accountant "baby"?" Vic asked.

"Well, yeah," Lance answered. "I'm a friendly guy. And "baby" is slang, you know? I don't love him. I ain't like that."

"Yeah, hey, whatever you say," Vic replied dryly.

"Anyway, we got real things to worry about," Lance told Vic, changing the subject. "Someone's been helping themselves to the stash. The Mendez's are freaking out, and I told 'em we'd take care of it."

"Aw," Vic groaned, shaking his head. "That's the last thing I need, on top of everything else."

"What are you talking about?" Lance asked, concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, man," Vic started to explain, "it's just... Louise. I really thought we had something, but... we just don't get to see each other very often. We've only been out in a total of one date, and that was after you and I became rich. With all the work that I've been doing with crooks and effeminate men, I fear my relationship with Louise would become transient and all of a sudden dwindle away. My first ever relationship with a girl, and I have to put that second behind work."

"Yeah... " Lance answered, sounding slightly sympathetic. "Well, you know, relationships can be tough. Believe me, I know."

Vic nodded. "Glad to see your dormant concern for once, bro," Vic uttered with a grin.

"Uh-huh," Lance replied, nodding. "Yep." He stayed silent for about five more seconds and then broke his own silence as he stared down at Vic's depressed expression. "Come on, man," Lance digressed, hopping out of his seat. "We got some thieves to deal with. You can take out your sexual frustrations on them! Come on. Let's pop!"

Vic then rose out of his seat and gave Lance a handshake, hoping he was take his mind off his minimal relationship for a while. "Yeah," he agreed, bouncing back from his depression and regaining his confidence.

"You know, I love you, bro," Lance told Vic. "Aye... "

"So who's been stealing the yayo?!" Vic asked Lance as the brothers walked outside.

"What?!" Lance asked, suddenly forgetting who he was talking about. "Oh... Yeah, uh... it's... the Bikers!"

"You sure?!" Vic asked loudly as they made it to the the helipad with a white chopper resting on top of it.

"Yeah!" Lance said evasively. "'Course I am!"

"You don't look it!" Vic replied, observing Lance's eyes.

"Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to prove it to you!" Lance responded, puling out an AK-47 from inside the chopper. "You do the flying, I'll do the frying!"