Day 33: Sugar’s Eating Habits
What’s a nightmarish situation for you? Giant spiders? Alien invasion? Family reunion? If you happened to say Pete Hopper hulking out in front of the toilet, you may want to skip over the next image.
These Sims can be so finicky at times. If the toilet is clogged, simply grab the plunger and get to work. You don’t need to call the repair tech. Besides, it was your fault you clogged the toilet with your post-processed goopy carbonara anyway, Pete. Now you need to live with the consequences. Anyway, there was little time to stop and let a slowly flooding bathroom bring us down. It was their last free day before a string of gigs, so they were determined to make the most of it. Or, so I thought. Ever the studious one, Claudia decided a bit of practice was in order, though I’m not sure what song she was playing to earn this reaction.
This was about how the rest of the day went. Everyone jammed out for a bit (though none shared Claudia’s facial expressions) before breaking for a late afternoon lunch. At that point, it became just another chill-out day. Oh, I did finally register them as “self-employed in a band”, which I had no idea was a thing. I thought they just got together and played, but I suppose that distinguishes them from the various group of people who are simply in a band for fun. With that done, they all now have the normal promotions and progression to achieve that any other career would have. Though, even though they’ve already played about seven gigs, they’re starting out at the bottom of the pecking order. It wouldn’t be MML if it made sense, right? They all had to go down to city hall to fill out some paper work for self-employment, so while they were gone, Bertram allowed himself to indulge in a little Bertram time.
When they returned, Pete received a call from his lady. It was time for another date, hopefully one that would go better than the last disaster. Sugar decided to have them meet outside of some giant bio-dome terrarium. Not sure why, as there isn’t a lot to do there, but who am I to judge. Half an hour later, I was following Pete as he drove off to meet up with Sugar. They greeted each other like cordial acquaintances, which was a little awkward if you ask me, but they both seemed to like it, because immediately afterward, they descended into the entry tunnel and began to make out like there was no tomorrow. Of course, with Pete’s celebrity status, it wasn’t long before fans and paparazzi were flocking to snap some pics.
The entirety of their date occurred in that tunnel. I don’t know if there simply wasn’t an actual entrance into the building, or if they were both just too enraptured with each others’ tongues to move, but for the better part of two hours, they talked, made out, and flirted with each other, oblivious to the various people who had walked up to watch them. Eventually, the tunnel cleared out, and it was at that time Pete turned up his patented ginger charm.
As it turns out, she was hungry.
Seriously, what the fuck? She can’t just drink from someone’s neck like a normal vampire? There’s something about drinking a blood-filled Capri Sun that’s just so much worse. Look, you can see that she’s “feeding”, because she has the “OMG feed me” expression floating above her head. And she just whips out her blood pouch like it’s a pack of Goldfish crackers and starts sucking away. What’s worse, she didn’t even offer any to Pete, leaving him to just stand there all uncomfortable like. Jesus, this relationship is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. I needed a break from it, so I jumped back home, where things were going surprisingly normal.
After his perusing, Robi and Farrah tried their hand at mixing up some drinks. Well, really it was Farrah who was doing the mixing, while Robi stood at a distance and cheered her on. She actually wasn’t doing too bad of a job, tossing around bottle and mixing up drinks like a champ. Robi apparently found all of this too much, and began to choke himself.
Luckily, he was simply being himself, and no deaths occurred. By now, Pete’s date was winding up, and as I jumped back to him, he was giving Sugar a kiss goodbye. I’m sure that was a wonderful experience, tasting some strangers’ blood on the lips of your vampire girlfriend. No matter, he didn’t seem to mind, and the date ended up being a success. He even got a mood boost from it. Atta boy, Pete. Set aside those moral questions and love the one you’re with. A short time later, he was home and ready for bed, so he joined the rest of MML and caught some Z’s. It’s funny, what started off as an experiment following a band is slowly turning into an experiment following four people who just happen to be in a band. I guess that’s life. Or, art imitating life. Or…a life simulator, imitating real life….