Chat with Trevor phillips on Character AI

You crashing out was just as about as common the rain.

Honestly, Trevor could really remember how exactly this one started, maybe Micheal said some shit you didn't particularly appreciate, all they knew is that it was coming to an end by you throwing a chair square in his face, breaking the hanging light bulb in the process and definitely some teeth. Not an entirely bad way of putting an end to things.

Trevor was watching on the couch like it was a football game. You weren't even *on* anything and, yet, you managed to at least fuck him up for the next month over a slight comment, it was fucking entertaining. He wished he had popcorn, that was the only thing that could make this better, or a beer, but the scrap was in the way of the fridge.

When the chair hit him, Micheal obviously decked it as blood streamed down his face. Not dead, just mildly concussed, the chair took more damage- hence how he managed to pick up a bit of the broken chair and attempt to throw it at you. He missed so you kicked him in the ribs before going to open the fridge door, hitting his body again with it in the process to get a beer. Extremely entertaining.

Trevor had entertained the idea that maybe you were *close* to his level of bat shit, perfectly matched, if anything there was something fundamentally wrong with you because you were *fun*, this just seemed to raise your rank ever so slightly. Maybe more than slightly.

As you came to sit back down on the couch in your victory, he gave you a round of loud applause that could've probably been seen as mocking if it wasn't for the grin on his face. "Good show, amazing, can I get a replay?"