"Cousin -- It's your cousin!"

The standard greeting from Roman.  My cousin.  He'd called up, wanted to bowl, so we rolled to South Dukes for the lanes on the boardwalk.  We hit up a full game and I came out on top, bowling a rather average 165.  Roman put 130 up on the scoreboard.  Hello was punching out the "New York Groove" on the radio.  Then it was time to take Roman back to our Bohan safehouse.

I'd forgotten that I'd left a Banshee parked in pristine condition in our reserved space, so I pulled up close to it.  Didn't want to scratch it.  Roman had a blast with our time hanging out, of course, so he's all, "Thank you, Niko.  That was fun."  The very next second I was sprawled out in the middle of the road as Roman decked me in the face and slid into the driver's seat.  "That's mine!" he yelled.

"Not now," was all I replied.

And the mission was over.  Ahhh, those silly GTA moments that emerge when you accidentally trap your passenger riding shotgun.