A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 25

Day 25: Yoko Vampire-Ono

Due to a lack of foresight on my part, the party had been alcohol-free (trust me, next time I’ll buy the house a bar just for the party). This meant that everyone woke up reasonably well, without the usual hangover associated from a band-thrown party. Oh well, we live and we learn. However, they did wake up to a kitchen completely submerged under dishes. As it was yet again another day without a gig, I simply planned on spending the free time cleaning the entire house, as it was definitely a multi-Sim job. To my surprise, however, Hans arrived with a friend. The swarthy Eduardo, complete with semi-buttoned shirt and blue corduroys. It took both of them nearly five hours to return the house to its natural state of cleanliness (when I say cleanliness, I actually mean ideal state of filth). In that time, not much happened. Everyone was fairly chill, and social levels were back up past half. In fact, it took the arrival of a Peeping Sim to stir up any excitement.

The Peeping Sim in question. You know he’s a peeper because of his lime green sneakers and cornrows. Also, notice Eduardo in the background, presumably mopping up someone’s failed attempt at eating 12 pancakes in a row the night before.
The Peeping Sim in question. You know he’s a peeper because of his lime green sneakers and cornrows. Also, notice Eduardo in the background, presumably mopping up someone’s failed attempt at eating 12 pancakes in a row the night before.

I had gotten used to the paparazzi hanging out around the house, so when I saw Joe Sex Offender here, I didn’t even notice that he lacked the “Paparazzi” tag after his name. It wasn’t until Farrah set down her guitar, walked up from down stairs, went outside and began to tear this guy a new one that I realized he was a peeper.

“You see these fingers? If you don’t leave, these fingers will tear out your colon while you watch.”
“You see these fingers? If you don’t leave, these fingers will tear out your colon while you watch.”

Needless to say, I was both proud of Farrah for looking out for the band’s wellbeing, and slightly creeped out. I was just about to install a fence when Pete received a phone call. A few seconds later, a message popped up on my screen. “Would you like to go on a date?” Insert dramatic gopher music here, indeed. It was giving me the option to say yes or no. Had Pete chatted up some girl at the party last night? Was it a stalker? Was it a prank? All of these questions compelled me to say yes, simply to see just what the hell was happening. Now, remember when I said that my decision to throw a party set in motion events that could potentially alter the experiment? This is why…

I lost count of how many times the words “FFS, you just met her Pete!” left my mouth
I lost count of how many times the words “FFS, you just met her Pete!” left my mouth

There’s just so much about this, where do I begin? First off, I discovered that this chick is a vampire, which didn’t seem to phase Pete at all. Oh, and her name is Sugar Bijou, which could be interpreted as Sweet Jewels, which pretty much means “Nipples”. Second, Pete has the Hopeless Romantic trait, which means that he can turn on the Rico Suave unlike anyone else. Couple that with the fact that this girl Sadie Hawkins’d him on a date, and you know one or both of their panties are going to end up on the ground at some point. Thirdly, their date was in front of a library. Here’s Pete, the bookish ginger hipster, meeting up with a girl in front of a library. I bet he was in love the moment he turned the corner and saw the green of the Barnes & Noble sign glowing down upon her.

 I mean, look at this. That is grade-A Casanova shit right there. Get some, Pete! Get some!
I mean, look at this. That is grade-A Casanova shit right there. Get some, Pete! Get some!

I had often wondered how things would play out during the inevitable dates that the band members would have. I wasn’t sure if anything could actually happen without outside input (as in, would they flirt and hug and talk without me clicking “Flirt”, “hug”, “chat”?). The answer: yes. Much can happen. Things started out slow enough. Flirting, a joke or two. And then he turned on the mojo, gazing into her eyes, holding her hands, basically just woo’ing the shit out of her. After a half hour of SimTime, she was finding Pete to be “very alluring”. And then, Pete dropped the bomb her.

The Ginger Beard Bomb! Right onto her mouth! Aww yeah.
The Ginger Beard Bomb! Right onto her mouth! Aww yeah.

Despite the extreme suddenness and seemingly out of the blue nature at which this entire thing was going down, I was happy for him. I certainly wasn’t going to deny true love. Or, if not true love, at least a potential booty call for the guy. I dunno, maybe he was of the hit it and quit it philosophy. I hoped not, because that would mean Robi and I would have to teach him how to be a gentleman, and I’m sure Robi would take that to mean “tar and feather Pete”. Thankfully, after a good three hours just standing with each other in front of the library, it was time to say good night, hearts rising up above them, both staring at each other with the doe-eyed expression of love. Of course, it wouldn’t be good ol’ awkward Pete without his trademark derpitude.

Down boy! Get off of her!
Down boy! Get off of her!

She didn’t mind, instead giggling and holding him close until the weight of his hair was simply too much for her to hold anymore. By now, it was 3 am. Pete was just about exhausted, but the adrenaline and “first love” feelings were all that he needed to stay awake. Her, on the other hand, presumably needed to return to her coffin before the sun began to rise, so they said their goodbyes with a shy kiss and departed each other. It was beautiful, really. Awkward and hasty, but still beautiful. I couldn’t have been happier. You go, Pete! Follow your heart! At least, that’s what I initially thought, before I looked back through my pictures. You see, she seemed awfully familiar. I knew I had seen her before, but I couldn’t remember where. Until I came across this…

EPIC DRAMATIC GOPHER!!
EPIC DRAMATIC GOPHER!!

That was about a month earlier, on the night of the band’s conception. Of course, it would have to be Robi to get into a fight with the woman Pete would later fall in love with. Did she not realize that her new man was a house and band mate of a guy who had screamed at her weeks earlier? Did she not care? Or was she simply using Pete to get back at Robi? The questions swirled thick and heavy within my mind, like a roiling fog of uncertainty rolling over my brain. All I could do was wonder if this was the birth of Yoko Vampire-Ono…

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