Phoebe's World III: All Grown Up
Previously: After putting in significant effort to make every other Paragons member believe Siobhan was against them and Siobhan believe every other Paragons member was against her, Phoebe secured the title of club leader for herself, allowing her to revamp the club's objectives to better suit her needs.
Phoebe: Guys, this is it! It's finally the big day! The Paragons as we knew them are dunzo. Siobhan is out and I'm in, which means we're totally going to turn this into the craziest, funnest, best club ever known to man!
Phoebe: What do you say, Jane? Are you in?
Jane: Well, I've always been on your side so far, so why not? Let's stick it to that frigid bitch!
Phoebe: And how about you, Aahana?
Aahana: I have to say, I never really got why you guys hated Siobhan so much, but wherever you go I'll follow.
Phoebe: And here's a quick shot I took of Siobhan stomping angrily out of my backyard seconds after abdicating to me!
Jane: HAHAHAHA! Oh my God, that is too good! She looks so angry... and so wet!
New leader, new look! Phoebe's letting the old members (other than Siobhan) stay on, as long as they embrace her improved vision for the club. Gone is that immature butterfly logo, replaced with a sleek, sophisticated diamond. Also, forget about trying on outfits and drinking coffee all day every day! Now it's all about making and drinking beverages of a more adult nature, dancing until you drop, blowing bubbles, and playing pub games. The only restricted activity is that the Paragons aren't allowed to be mean to one another.
Basically, Phoebe's goal is to turn it into the ultimate party club. And, yes, I do realize there's already a club for drinking, a club for dancing, and a club for pub-hopping but... Shut up. Anyway, who wants to join three different clubs when you can get the job done in one?
Phoebe: All right! First club meet-up at this spooky old mansion. Let's do it!
Phoebe: What is her deal? Why is she just moping around like her cat died? Did her cat die?
Phoebe: You, too, Jane? Ugh, why is everyone so down in the dumps? We're supposed to be having fun.
Jane: No offense, Phoebe, but this isn't really much of a party location, if you know what I mean.
Phoebe: Not a party location? Nonsense! You can make a party anywhere if you really want to!
To be honest, this failure of a first get together was my bad. I remembered the wild party Salim, Maki, and Zora attended at this mansion a while back and illogically thought there would be a DJ and bartender there all the time, even in the middle of the day. Rookie mistake.
Nico: Hey, sis, this place is amazing! They've got some absolutely remarkable specimens growing in their garden!
Phoebe: Where did you even... Did you follow me here, you twerp?!?
Nico: Anyway, Mom says I'm not old enough to garden yet. Wanna go gather some samples for me?
Phoebe: Oh God. I can't believe I'm out here picking flowers for my stupid little brother instead of hanging out with my cool friends. Is this a sad glimpse into the future?
Paragons hangout, take two. This time, Phoebe waits until night, douses herself in cheap perfume, and picks a more suitable location. Nightclub, here we come!
Phoebe: So you guys think you own this dance floor, do you? *chuckles* Cute. Very cute. Just wait until you catch a glimpse of the new and improved Paragons!
That's right. This time, they come complete with synchronized dance moves. I'm not sure when they had time to rehearse this routine, but no dance floor in all of Simlandia is safe from their combined power!
Yes! Work that pose! Even the typically reserved Aahana is feeling herself tonight.
And the rest of the club is living for it, even the ghosts!
Phoebe: Fuck, yeah, we nailed it! We're the greatest dancers in the world!
(Is Aahana discretely checking out Phoebe's ass? Because, I mean, I don't blame her, but, girl, is there something you want to tell us?)
Phoebe: Okay, everyone, celebratory drinks on me!
Oh, so she thinks she's a bartender now, too.
Phoebe: Here's to the Paragons! Who the fuck needs Siobhan when you've got me? I bet she never taught you any totally kick-ass dance routines, and, believe me, there's more where that came from.
Okay, the actual bartender arrived to take back the job that's rightfully hers and - *record scratch* - who is this absolute stunner, and where has she been hiding all my life?
I think Phoebe is smitten with her, too, because all of a sudden she's very interested in using her phone camera to make sure her makeup looks perfectly pristine.
Phoebe: I'll take one of the best drink you've got, please.
Bartender: Will you now? And how old are you, Little Miss Thing? Do I need to ask for your ID?
Aw, fuck, she's totally trying to impress Phoebe with her bar tricks. The attraction is reciprocal!
Phoebe: Oh, uh, fuck! I've just gotta take a quick visit to the, uh, whiz palace! Be right back!
Blue-Haired Townie: You are entirely out of your depth, little girl.
Poor Phoebe, casting backwards glances at Melinda through an increasingly crowded bar as she hobbles off awkwardly to the ladies' room. Fingers crossed this didn't completely ruin her game.
Phoebe: Hey, I'm back, and just so you know, I am not out of my depth. In fact, I'm totally in my depth!
Blue-Haired Townie: Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that, babe.
Phoebe: Sorry about that. Listen, I didn't catch your name before.
Bartender: It's Melinda.
Phoebe: Melinda, I'm Phoebe, and maybe this is a long shot, but what the hell? Do you want to join my club, the Paragons?
Melinda: Oh my God, the Paragons?!? As in the same Paragons who absolutely murdered the dance floor earlier? It would be a privilege and an honor!
Phoebe: Ah, yes, 5:00 am bar fries, you are treating me well!
Zora: Well, good morning, stranger! Nice of you to waltz in the front door a mere hour before school.
Phoebe: Hey, at least I'm going to school! You're just mad because I have a life now and you don't!
Easy now, Phoebs. You're not an adult yet, and all things considered, your parents have been pretty cool about you gallivanting around town doing whatever you want, so I think you should probably cool it.
Sure, it's "school" that's been busy lately. Anyway, Phoebe doesn't know what rest is, so cramming it is!
This sounds concerning. But, also, way to balance school and partying like an old pro, Phoebe!
Phoebe: Dad, wow, you really turned into a regular Santa Claus overnight, didn't you? And what's this outfit?
Salim: What, you don't like the look? I figured you'd be happy I'm not parading around like an aging hipster anymore!
Phoebe: Yeah, but you don't have to go full Burlington Coat Factory. There's a middle ground, Dad. Find it.
Anyway, Phoebe decided to visit her dad's house for the sole purpose of using his kitchen to make her own birthday cake, and I'm sure there was sound logic behind this decision at the time, but I'm really not sure what it was. I guess at this point she'd rather be subjected to hyper toddlers than to her mom's disapproval.
Aww, look, Olive wants to help! Although I might try to find her a less potentially damaging kitchen implement than that massive cast iron pan.
Anyway, the cake is made, the guests are invited, and the party's a go! Phoebe chose a lounge venue in Oasis Springs as the party location just for a change of scenery - and also so that everyone can get their drink on, of course!
Zora: Honey, how do you even know all of these ridiculously good-looking people?
Salim is back to looking and acting like a ridiculously uncool old guy clinging desperately to his youth, and, to be honest, I like it better than his sophisticated elderly man act. Also, it doesn't look like Phoebe's friends are too bothered, so it's all good.
Phoebe has not even grown up yet and she's already making flirty eyes at Melinda over her plate of bar fries, which I guess for some reason are her go-to food now.
Melinda is into it and, by the way, also looks adorable in her circle sunglasses and ice cream cone earrings, even if they don't seem totally like her style.
Phoebe: Gather round for exclusive birthday girl selfies! You'll never catch me looking like this again!
Phoebe: Now get your asses to the bar, everyone! Time to blow out the candles!
I don't think she actually meant for everyone, including non-guests, to crowd awkwardly behind the bar with her, but, okay, we'll go with it.
Meanwhile, old age is really getting to poor Salim, who couldn't even keep his eyes open to witness his own daughter's burst into adulthood.
Phoebe: So that thing I said earlier about me never looking the same? Psych! I look totally the same, aka super hot, but this time I'm 100% legal!
Phoebe couldn't be happier she's now able to flirt with Melinda - like, really flirt - with no strings attached.
Aahana, on the other hand, doesn't look too pleased with this development. I don't know how well it's been coming across in these posts (though I've tried to drop a few breadcrumbs), but it was around this point that I suddenly recalled all of the times Aahana was hanging quietly but intensely in the background and put the pieces together that maybe she's been waiting for Phoebe to make a move on her all along. I might be giving her too much credit in the Sim sentience department, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Because it sure does seem fishy that the second Phoebe's getting romantic with someone else, Aahana steps in and immediately starts going gushy like only the truly love-struck can.
Oh, this girl has got it bad. Well, shit, this certainly complicates things.
Salim: Hey, honey, sorry I fell asleep for your birthday! Silly old me, am I right?!?
Aahana: I'll be seeing you later...
My goodness, what has been unleashed in this lounge on this fateful night?
The next day, Phoebe got this call, and could Aahana be any more on the nose with her choice of venue?
Phoebe: A wedding hall, eh? Have you got something you want to tell me?
Aahana: I'm sorry! I knew it was too much!
Phoebe: No, don't apologize. It's actually just enough.
Oh, shit, neither I nor Aahana saw that first kiss coming so fast and furious.
What's going to happen now? This has really made me consider their friendship through an entirely new lens, and I don't altogether hate what I'm seeing!
Phoebe: Guys, this is it! It's finally the big day! The Paragons as we knew them are dunzo. Siobhan is out and I'm in, which means we're totally going to turn this into the craziest, funnest, best club ever known to man!
Phoebe: What do you say, Jane? Are you in?
Jane: Well, I've always been on your side so far, so why not? Let's stick it to that frigid bitch!
Phoebe: And how about you, Aahana?
Aahana: I have to say, I never really got why you guys hated Siobhan so much, but wherever you go I'll follow.
Phoebe: And here's a quick shot I took of Siobhan stomping angrily out of my backyard seconds after abdicating to me!
Jane: HAHAHAHA! Oh my God, that is too good! She looks so angry... and so wet!
New leader, new look! Phoebe's letting the old members (other than Siobhan) stay on, as long as they embrace her improved vision for the club. Gone is that immature butterfly logo, replaced with a sleek, sophisticated diamond. Also, forget about trying on outfits and drinking coffee all day every day! Now it's all about making and drinking beverages of a more adult nature, dancing until you drop, blowing bubbles, and playing pub games. The only restricted activity is that the Paragons aren't allowed to be mean to one another.
Basically, Phoebe's goal is to turn it into the ultimate party club. And, yes, I do realize there's already a club for drinking, a club for dancing, and a club for pub-hopping but... Shut up. Anyway, who wants to join three different clubs when you can get the job done in one?
Phoebe: All right! First club meet-up at this spooky old mansion. Let's do it!
Phoebe: What is her deal? Why is she just moping around like her cat died? Did her cat die?
Phoebe: You, too, Jane? Ugh, why is everyone so down in the dumps? We're supposed to be having fun.
Jane: No offense, Phoebe, but this isn't really much of a party location, if you know what I mean.
Phoebe: Not a party location? Nonsense! You can make a party anywhere if you really want to!
To be honest, this failure of a first get together was my bad. I remembered the wild party Salim, Maki, and Zora attended at this mansion a while back and illogically thought there would be a DJ and bartender there all the time, even in the middle of the day. Rookie mistake.
Nico: Hey, sis, this place is amazing! They've got some absolutely remarkable specimens growing in their garden!
Phoebe: Where did you even... Did you follow me here, you twerp?!?
Nico: Anyway, Mom says I'm not old enough to garden yet. Wanna go gather some samples for me?
Phoebe: Oh God. I can't believe I'm out here picking flowers for my stupid little brother instead of hanging out with my cool friends. Is this a sad glimpse into the future?
Paragons hangout, take two. This time, Phoebe waits until night, douses herself in cheap perfume, and picks a more suitable location. Nightclub, here we come!
Phoebe: So you guys think you own this dance floor, do you? *chuckles* Cute. Very cute. Just wait until you catch a glimpse of the new and improved Paragons!
That's right. This time, they come complete with synchronized dance moves. I'm not sure when they had time to rehearse this routine, but no dance floor in all of Simlandia is safe from their combined power!
Yes! Work that pose! Even the typically reserved Aahana is feeling herself tonight.
And the rest of the club is living for it, even the ghosts!
Phoebe: Fuck, yeah, we nailed it! We're the greatest dancers in the world!
(Is Aahana discretely checking out Phoebe's ass? Because, I mean, I don't blame her, but, girl, is there something you want to tell us?)
Phoebe: Okay, everyone, celebratory drinks on me!
Oh, so she thinks she's a bartender now, too.
Phoebe: Here's to the Paragons! Who the fuck needs Siobhan when you've got me? I bet she never taught you any totally kick-ass dance routines, and, believe me, there's more where that came from.
Okay, the actual bartender arrived to take back the job that's rightfully hers and - *record scratch* - who is this absolute stunner, and where has she been hiding all my life?
I think Phoebe is smitten with her, too, because all of a sudden she's very interested in using her phone camera to make sure her makeup looks perfectly pristine.
Phoebe: I'll take one of the best drink you've got, please.
Bartender: Will you now? And how old are you, Little Miss Thing? Do I need to ask for your ID?
Aw, fuck, she's totally trying to impress Phoebe with her bar tricks. The attraction is reciprocal!
Phoebe: Oh, uh, fuck! I've just gotta take a quick visit to the, uh, whiz palace! Be right back!
Blue-Haired Townie: You are entirely out of your depth, little girl.
Poor Phoebe, casting backwards glances at Melinda through an increasingly crowded bar as she hobbles off awkwardly to the ladies' room. Fingers crossed this didn't completely ruin her game.
Phoebe: Hey, I'm back, and just so you know, I am not out of my depth. In fact, I'm totally in my depth!
Blue-Haired Townie: Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that, babe.
Phoebe: Sorry about that. Listen, I didn't catch your name before.
Bartender: It's Melinda.
Phoebe: Melinda, I'm Phoebe, and maybe this is a long shot, but what the hell? Do you want to join my club, the Paragons?
Melinda: Oh my God, the Paragons?!? As in the same Paragons who absolutely murdered the dance floor earlier? It would be a privilege and an honor!
Phoebe: Ah, yes, 5:00 am bar fries, you are treating me well!
Zora: Well, good morning, stranger! Nice of you to waltz in the front door a mere hour before school.
Phoebe: Hey, at least I'm going to school! You're just mad because I have a life now and you don't!
Easy now, Phoebs. You're not an adult yet, and all things considered, your parents have been pretty cool about you gallivanting around town doing whatever you want, so I think you should probably cool it.
Sure, it's "school" that's been busy lately. Anyway, Phoebe doesn't know what rest is, so cramming it is!
This sounds concerning. But, also, way to balance school and partying like an old pro, Phoebe!
Phoebe: Dad, wow, you really turned into a regular Santa Claus overnight, didn't you? And what's this outfit?
Salim: What, you don't like the look? I figured you'd be happy I'm not parading around like an aging hipster anymore!
Phoebe: Yeah, but you don't have to go full Burlington Coat Factory. There's a middle ground, Dad. Find it.
Anyway, Phoebe decided to visit her dad's house for the sole purpose of using his kitchen to make her own birthday cake, and I'm sure there was sound logic behind this decision at the time, but I'm really not sure what it was. I guess at this point she'd rather be subjected to hyper toddlers than to her mom's disapproval.
Aww, look, Olive wants to help! Although I might try to find her a less potentially damaging kitchen implement than that massive cast iron pan.
Anyway, the cake is made, the guests are invited, and the party's a go! Phoebe chose a lounge venue in Oasis Springs as the party location just for a change of scenery - and also so that everyone can get their drink on, of course!
Zora: Honey, how do you even know all of these ridiculously good-looking people?
Salim is back to looking and acting like a ridiculously uncool old guy clinging desperately to his youth, and, to be honest, I like it better than his sophisticated elderly man act. Also, it doesn't look like Phoebe's friends are too bothered, so it's all good.
Phoebe has not even grown up yet and she's already making flirty eyes at Melinda over her plate of bar fries, which I guess for some reason are her go-to food now.
Melinda is into it and, by the way, also looks adorable in her circle sunglasses and ice cream cone earrings, even if they don't seem totally like her style.
Phoebe: Gather round for exclusive birthday girl selfies! You'll never catch me looking like this again!
Phoebe: Now get your asses to the bar, everyone! Time to blow out the candles!
I don't think she actually meant for everyone, including non-guests, to crowd awkwardly behind the bar with her, but, okay, we'll go with it.
Meanwhile, old age is really getting to poor Salim, who couldn't even keep his eyes open to witness his own daughter's burst into adulthood.
Phoebe: So that thing I said earlier about me never looking the same? Psych! I look totally the same, aka super hot, but this time I'm 100% legal!
Phoebe couldn't be happier she's now able to flirt with Melinda - like, really flirt - with no strings attached.
Aahana, on the other hand, doesn't look too pleased with this development. I don't know how well it's been coming across in these posts (though I've tried to drop a few breadcrumbs), but it was around this point that I suddenly recalled all of the times Aahana was hanging quietly but intensely in the background and put the pieces together that maybe she's been waiting for Phoebe to make a move on her all along. I might be giving her too much credit in the Sim sentience department, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Because it sure does seem fishy that the second Phoebe's getting romantic with someone else, Aahana steps in and immediately starts going gushy like only the truly love-struck can.
Oh, this girl has got it bad. Well, shit, this certainly complicates things.
Salim: Hey, honey, sorry I fell asleep for your birthday! Silly old me, am I right?!?
Aahana: I'll be seeing you later...
My goodness, what has been unleashed in this lounge on this fateful night?
The next day, Phoebe got this call, and could Aahana be any more on the nose with her choice of venue?
Phoebe: A wedding hall, eh? Have you got something you want to tell me?
Aahana: I'm sorry! I knew it was too much!
Phoebe: No, don't apologize. It's actually just enough.
Oh, shit, neither I nor Aahana saw that first kiss coming so fast and furious.
What's going to happen now? This has really made me consider their friendship through an entirely new lens, and I don't altogether hate what I'm seeing!