A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 30

Day 30: A Date, Apparently

Day 30 began with the firing of Hans. He was a peeper who had abused my trust. Even if he wasn’t trying to score some nude pics of the ladies, he still walked into the bathroom and started uploading the band’s private life to Simstgram. Damn you, Hans! Why!? Why couldn’t you be normal!

But you cannot fire Ze Hans!!!
But you cannot fire Ze Hans!!!

However, like the firing of Josephine, no one seemed to mind. In fact, everyone decided that it was a good time for a jam session, and rocked the morning away. At this point in their career, everyone was at least halfway through level nine of their instrument skill, but that final level was taking forever. Undaunted, they kept going, with Farrah ending up just a smidge below ten before Robi stopped for a pee break.

And to accept another show at the Bonzai Lounge. Score!
And to accept another show at the Bonzai Lounge. Score!

Like any other day off, things were quiet around Casa del Llama. Chilling was the only thing on the agenda, which included various trips into the pool for some friendly nude (and non nude) swimming. I’m not sure if it’s most Sims in general, or just the ones in this band, but with the exception of Claudia, they love getting naked. They’ll do it at the drop of a hat. Whatever makes them happy, right?

After their pool fun, they all went back inside to take a nap. Except for Robi, who headed downstairs to work on his novel. I wasn’t sure how close it was to completion, but after about two hours of typing, I received a notification that progress was going well, and that he had submitted some chapters to a publisher, receiving 18 simoleans in return. Rock on Robi.

I think he just typed the dramatic plot twist, where Baphomet must choose between the life of, and his buxom, red-headed love interest
I think he just typed the dramatic plot twist, where Baphomet must choose between the life of evil, and his buxom, red-headed love interest

That evening, Sugar called, apparently deciding it was time to take Pete out on a proper date, not just in front of some library. Now, Sugar doesn’t have any celebrity points, but that didn’t stop her from choosing one of the most upscale clubs in the town as their date destination. Perhaps she knew that with Pete’s fame, they’d be able to cross whatever velvet rope was placed before them. Whatever the reason, Pete had changed and was already driving out to meet her before I could switch to him. In fact, I found him in the bathroom of the club, adding the finishing touches to the work of art he likes to refer to as “his face.”

 After this, he made out with his hand for like, 10 minutes
After this, he made out with his hand for like, 10 minutes

To say this date went well would be a lie. At first, it looked as if Pete’s suave demeanor was going to earn him some second base action, as he ordered what could be the most expensive plate of salmon ever (seriously, $1400 for a piece of fish?) to share with Sugar. That was quickly dashed when he grabbed a plate, and walked outside, away from his date. And he wasn’t just trying to find a nice place for them to sit, she had already started eating when he walked halfway around the building just to sit down.

We may never understand the enigma that is Pete
We may never understand the enigma that is Pete

Seriously, if these two do end up getting married, it’s going to play out like an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond day after day. Anyway, seeing that Pete clearly wanted to sit outside, Sugar grabbed her plate and followed a short time later. By that time, our ginger Sampson had finished, so while Sugar finally enjoyed her (presumably cold at this point) gold-leaf salmon, Pete just talked sports.

Smooth Pete. Real smooth
Smooth Pete. Real smooth

Back at the homestead, the rest of the gang was getting by just fine. Robi was tearing things up on the drums, looking like an absolute boss.

How to be a boss, Step 1: Be like this
How to be a boss, Step 1: Be like this

After just a cursory glance, I couldn’t find the ladies. They weren’t sleeping, nor in the pool. They weren’t downstairs with Robi, and they weren’t eating. I was about to switch to Farrah when I noticed a guy standing in the front yard. He was just another paparazzi, but standing next to him were both Farrah and Claudia, enjoying a nice game of catch in the near darkness of 10 pm.

The object of the game is to not get hit in the face by the tiny ball hurtling towards you in a lightless area
The object of the game is to not get hit in the face by the tiny ball hurtling towards you in a lightless area

Oh Sims, they do the wackiest things. After having a chuckle at the oddities of Simlish behavior, I switched back to Pete to check in on the two lovers. I found that it was only one lover. I couldn’t see Sugar at all. Just Pete, sitting in the same place with an empty plate of salmon designating the absence of his date. Holy shit, did she leave? He wasn’t showing any indication that the date had tanked. And he still had the little heart on his portrait signifying the date was still on. But where the hell was she. I’m pretty sure Pete was just as confused as I was, because he then stood up, walked around the corner, and just stared ahead for a while.

 Pete looks so sad. Or, the salmon isn’t sitting well and he’s afraid to move.
Pete looks so sad. Or, the salmon isn’t sitting well and he’s afraid to move.

All of a sudden, he took off in a brisk jog, running to the elevators and hopping into his car. His action queue indicated that he was coming home. But why? He was still on the date. What the hell was this dude doing? And where was Sugar? By now, it was 2 am, the rest of the house had gone to bed, and Pete was now coming home without even saying goodbye to his lady (granted, she didn’t say goodbye either). Fortunately, all of my questions were answered as soon as he parked his car and ran over to the pool. Sugar was waiting for him.

 Dancing by herself, outside of the house of her new boyfriend. Without even telling him. You found yourself a real winner here, Pete
Dancing by herself, outside of the house of her new boyfriend. Without even telling him. You found yourself a real winner here, Pete

At this point, I wanted to assume that they had just retired to a more intimate locale for their date, but with everything else that had already happened on this date, I knew the chances of anything making that much sense were slim. Of course, I was right. They danced for a few minutes, before Sugar announced it was time for her to go. Acting like this was perfectly normal behavior, Pete gave her kiss and saw her off, presumably having the time of his life. What. The. Hell. Hey, I’m not going to judge. Whatever makes them happy, and if they mutually enjoy such weird behavior, perhaps they’re perfect for each other. I could only sigh as Pete trotted up to bed, as please as could be, as day 30 drew to a close. Oh well, at least he hadn’t asked her to bite him yet. I’m sure that’ll be a completely different adventure one of these days.

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