Theft Auto V | Grand

Michael tossed the bourbon into a trash can and climbed in. As Franklin peeled away, tires smoking, Michael checked his backseat. Trevor Phillips was already there, barefoot, reeking of ozone and cheap whiskey, holding a rocket launcher like a security blanket.

Trevor stared. Then he howled with laughter—a raw, genuine sound. "You magnificent bastard." Grand Theft Auto V

Michael leaned back, closed his eyes, and for the first time in years, smiled. Michael tossed the bourbon into a trash can and climbed in

"No more favors. Just the quiet life."