Chapter 1: Welcome back to Vice City! (Not done yet)
Vic woke up in the morning, stretching his arms as he surveyed his luxury bed, seemingly annoyed by the sun beaming through the window. He did his usual routine, putting on his slippers, grabbing the robe on his way out of his room. He swiftly tied it; almost as if it was an art form, and scurried down stairs. Vance approached the fridge, pulling on the firm handle, examining the contents of the fridge. Nothing exciting. Incidentally, he spots a half eaten burger wrapped in the crumpled Burger wrapper. Vic sniffed it, nodded, and sat down. Vic took a few bites until his cellphone abruptly rang. Vic paused, getting up, grabbing the phone off the hook.
"Hello?", Vic said curiously.
"Vic!", Vic recgonized the voice. He sighed, very annoyed.
"I'ma come over, gots' to talk with ya." Vic was indifferent.
"Fine. Come here in fifteen."
Vic scurried into the shower, taking his clothes off quickly, jumping into the shower, adjusting the temperature. He whistled a tune off Flash FM, but it was barely audible. He got out, brushed his teeth, spray on some deodorant, flossed, but forgot to shave. Vic left the bathroom, going into his bedroom closet, grabbing a pair of boxers. He got dressed, nothing fancy, just a blue silk shirt and some regular pants. Vic jogged downstairs, as the doorbell rang, he grabbed the knob and opened it up reluctantly. "Vic!" Lanced blasted, meeting eyes with Vic, before Vic nodded. "Come in", he said, "sit", he demand. Vic was agitated, as usual, Lance noticed it and refrained from commenting on it, he began speaking loudly, but not on purpose: "So, 'bout them keys...I got a buyer." Vic sighed obnoxiously, "Lance...we went ov-" Lance cut him off, "Trust me. Just--trust me. The buyer is good. I checked around." Vic looked intrigued but tried to hide it, "Ohh..ugm, go on?", Lance nodded, "He's from San Andreas. He's coming out here. For a short time, however", Lance said. Vic nodded, "Who? Who?" "Some black guy, runs with a big street gang...his name is uhm, Kane." "Kane?" Vic said, "Yeah. Kane." So Vic wasn't really buying it, but was intrigued, "Who'd you meet him from?""Phil. Phil met some guy in San Andreas over the weekend, he got some money and decided to go and see what's popping in SA." Vic was actually impressed, "Fine. Lance, I'm coming with you...just, here." Vic lifted up a floorboard next to the television set, he picked up an AK-47 out of it, tossing it towards Lance, nearly hitting him. "Keep this."
Edited by Mr_Leone, 17 April 2013 - 07:38 AM.