Family Frenemies III
Previously: Elliot met the possible love of his life, Madeline, at the Romance Festival, but that won't stop him from flirting up a storm with other girls while he waits for her to catch up to him in young adulthood. Meanwhile, Aisha enjoyed the company of her cats and hated on Elliot for his Lothario-like antics and general corniness.
After coming home from Elliot's birthday party, Aisha (or I) was gripped by a sudden desire to bake her little heart out. It's a more productive outlet for her anger at her brother's stupidity.
More importantly, it led me to discover that there are bagels in this game! BAGELS! I love a good carb or twenty, and now all of my Sims can enjoy their delightful yeasty goodness, too. This is life-changing. I don't even care if every single one of them gets fat.
Listen, this might seem like a reach because the actual girl in this painting doesn't look a thing like Madeline, but that pastel color palette is practically screaming her name. I think Elliot misses her already.
How nice of Aisha to find an excuse to invite Madeline over, even though she currently hates her brother's guts.
Aisha: I am way too nice for my own good. He'd better appreciate this!
Apparently, Madeline hasn't caught wind of Elliot's less-than-faithful ways because she can hardly contain her excitement at seeing him again after a harrowing 24 hours (probably less) of separation.
He sneaks her a chaste kiss on the cheek before she goes. Surely no one can object to that?
Meanwhile, Aisha has decided it's her turn to scrounge up a love interest. These are the best candidates she could find, and, frankly, I'm concerned. First of all, they all need a major fashion intervention. Second of all, they seem less than enthused to be invited on such an exclusive outing. I have a feeling this might not go as well as I hoped it would.
Well, my prediction is proving itself true. One guy, Mackenzie, didn't even make it inside the building before peacing out. This other guy, Cameron, lasted about five minutes. At least it looks like Aisha and dress coat/camo shorts guy, aka Jimmie, seem to be getting along.
Aisha: Congratulations, dude. Despite your questionable choice in attire, you've officially made it to the next round!
Is that a shared glance of infatuation? Do I sense a steamy passion? Is love in the air tonight?
Jimmie: Soooooo... What should we talk about now?
Aisha: Um, this clam chowder is really good?
Oh, yeah, the atmosphere is truly thick with desire. You could cut the lust in here with a knife.
Just kidding. They were totally incompatible, so Aisha dumped the guy and spent the rest of the night binging on clam chowder and buying squeaky toys for her beloved cats.
Aisha: Goddamn it! It's freezing out here and I got all sexed up for nothing. That's it! I'm finished with dating, officially!
Aw, but you just got started.
At least Mallory appreciates her new crab squeaky toy!
Speaking of dating, Elliot is totally into the idea of redeeming himself with Chelsie now that he's legal.
Chelsie: I can order the most expensive thing on the menu, right? You've totally got it covered, right?
(It's still his parents' credit card that's got it covered, considering he hasn't found a real job yet.)
But what Chelsie doesn't know won't hurt her. Elliot is determined to present himself as the most suave guy on the planet in her eyes.
I think it's working. They're both too busy swooning over each other to notice their food has arrived.
Waiter: Ugh, someone get these horny youths a room already!
Waiter: Looks like the kids are at it again. Should I call the boss to come down here and kick them out?
Cook: Disgusting. How does anyone expect me to make quality food when I'm forced to stare at that all night long?
Round two with Aisha and the neighborhood boys' brigade. I thought swimming might be more appealing to them, but Mackenzie's still being a stuck-up dick about it, so bye, boy! You just blew your second chance, and you're not getting a third!
Seriously?!? Do these guys not realize how lucky they are that Aisha is even willing to lay eyes on them?!? (Please don't tell me she's stuck with Jimmie for life now. The more I look at his face, the less it's full of interest and character and the more it's just plain old ugly.)
I'll tell you one thing about this boy, though: he is determined, to the point of putting his own life on the line.
Aisha doesn't care, though. She's unimpressed with all of these guys and probably wants me to stop forcing them on her.
Meanwhile, Elliot - surprise, surprise - has found a new girl to hit on. I'm beginning to think he has an alien fetish.
Elliot, do you not see your supposed forever girlfriend's mom waiting for a drink in plain sight of your antics? ABORT!
Aisha is much happier with only a fishing pole and herself for company.
Cameron: Can you stop making eyes at this dude for one second and serve me my drink, lady?
Bartender: You'll have your drink when I'm good and ready to give it to you, or I'm calling the cops on your fake ID carrying ass, got it?
Watching Sims do yoga is like watching Sims dance for me, endlessly entertaining and always photo-worthy. Aisha is only a beginner, but she's already nailing some pretty advanced moves.
She hasn't quite worked out all the wobbles yet, though.
Heidi is very confused by why her human is playing dead and wishes she would stop stinking up the rooftop with her BO.
The greatest benefit of yoga? You can eat all the delicious carbs you want as long as you just sweat off the calories later!
In case you were wondering, Aisha is still a gold-star academic. Phoebe and Mallory are happy to provide moral support.
Oh, a rocket! How exciting! I wonder if it's actually functional.
Only one way to find out! Aisha looks so proud of herself.
Look at that little guy go!
Not only does it blast off like clockwork, but it returns to the ground safe and sound. Aisha's a genius!
I love how the look on her face here says, "I am the ruthless, take-no-prisoners head of a dangerous teen gang, and they'll follow my lead or else." Let's just say I wouldn't want to get on Aisha's bad side.
Don't ask me why they're hanging out next to an old-fashioned steamboat. I just thought we needed a little scenery variety.
Aisha: Listen, the first rule of our gang is no childish shenanigans! Maturity is the name of the game. Got it?
Aisha: God, why must boys always be so immature?!? What did I just say?
Harley: I told you they wouldn't listen. Let's say we dump those losers and find something better to do with our time?
I'm guessing Harley is a young adult now, seeing as she's so into maturity and suddenly seems to be a restaurant critic? Whatever she's writing down on that notepad, it's serious business, and she can't afford to be distracted by a bunch of rowdy children.
Aisha: I'm sensing a pattern here, and that pattern is that boys absolutely suck.
Harley: Glad you finally got the memo, sis.
Harley: Oh, God, this food is terrible! I can't wait to rip it to shreds on my brand new food blog!
Waitress: It looks like we've got a critic on our hands over here.
Waiter: *deep sigh* Not another one. I just spent the weekend anonymously bullying our last one on Yelp!
Anyway, back to our romance for the ages, which for now still has to take the form of cheek kisses, coy glances, and distant swooning. Aisha looks very conflicted about her complicity in all of this.
Aisha: All I'm saying is you'd better not be stringing this girl along, or I swear you'll never hear the end of it.
Look how pure they are, though! Surely, he's gotten all that pent-up playboy energy out of his system by now...
Or not. Here's Mia steeling herself with double drinks just in case Elliot decides to lay one on her.
If you didn't think it was going to happen, you don't know Elliot at all.
The next step in his seduction process is a piano solo dedicated to Mia's intellect and beauty. She looks truly moved.
Ghost Joaquin: I taught that boy everything he knows, both musically and... *clears throat*... otherwise.
Ew, Joaquin, please stop enabling his bad behavior from beyond the grave.
In Willow-related news, she's still that air-headed weirdo who plays with children's toys in totally inappropriate places. I kind of love her!
After coming home from Elliot's birthday party, Aisha (or I) was gripped by a sudden desire to bake her little heart out. It's a more productive outlet for her anger at her brother's stupidity.
More importantly, it led me to discover that there are bagels in this game! BAGELS! I love a good carb or twenty, and now all of my Sims can enjoy their delightful yeasty goodness, too. This is life-changing. I don't even care if every single one of them gets fat.
Listen, this might seem like a reach because the actual girl in this painting doesn't look a thing like Madeline, but that pastel color palette is practically screaming her name. I think Elliot misses her already.
How nice of Aisha to find an excuse to invite Madeline over, even though she currently hates her brother's guts.
Aisha: I am way too nice for my own good. He'd better appreciate this!
Apparently, Madeline hasn't caught wind of Elliot's less-than-faithful ways because she can hardly contain her excitement at seeing him again after a harrowing 24 hours (probably less) of separation.
He sneaks her a chaste kiss on the cheek before she goes. Surely no one can object to that?
Meanwhile, Aisha has decided it's her turn to scrounge up a love interest. These are the best candidates she could find, and, frankly, I'm concerned. First of all, they all need a major fashion intervention. Second of all, they seem less than enthused to be invited on such an exclusive outing. I have a feeling this might not go as well as I hoped it would.
Well, my prediction is proving itself true. One guy, Mackenzie, didn't even make it inside the building before peacing out. This other guy, Cameron, lasted about five minutes. At least it looks like Aisha and dress coat/camo shorts guy, aka Jimmie, seem to be getting along.
Aisha: Congratulations, dude. Despite your questionable choice in attire, you've officially made it to the next round!
Is that a shared glance of infatuation? Do I sense a steamy passion? Is love in the air tonight?
Jimmie: Soooooo... What should we talk about now?
Aisha: Um, this clam chowder is really good?
Oh, yeah, the atmosphere is truly thick with desire. You could cut the lust in here with a knife.
Just kidding. They were totally incompatible, so Aisha dumped the guy and spent the rest of the night binging on clam chowder and buying squeaky toys for her beloved cats.
Aisha: Goddamn it! It's freezing out here and I got all sexed up for nothing. That's it! I'm finished with dating, officially!
Aw, but you just got started.
At least Mallory appreciates her new crab squeaky toy!
Speaking of dating, Elliot is totally into the idea of redeeming himself with Chelsie now that he's legal.
Chelsie: I can order the most expensive thing on the menu, right? You've totally got it covered, right?
(It's still his parents' credit card that's got it covered, considering he hasn't found a real job yet.)
But what Chelsie doesn't know won't hurt her. Elliot is determined to present himself as the most suave guy on the planet in her eyes.
I think it's working. They're both too busy swooning over each other to notice their food has arrived.
Waiter: Ugh, someone get these horny youths a room already!
Waiter: Looks like the kids are at it again. Should I call the boss to come down here and kick them out?
Cook: Disgusting. How does anyone expect me to make quality food when I'm forced to stare at that all night long?
Round two with Aisha and the neighborhood boys' brigade. I thought swimming might be more appealing to them, but Mackenzie's still being a stuck-up dick about it, so bye, boy! You just blew your second chance, and you're not getting a third!
Seriously?!? Do these guys not realize how lucky they are that Aisha is even willing to lay eyes on them?!? (Please don't tell me she's stuck with Jimmie for life now. The more I look at his face, the less it's full of interest and character and the more it's just plain old ugly.)
I'll tell you one thing about this boy, though: he is determined, to the point of putting his own life on the line.
Aisha doesn't care, though. She's unimpressed with all of these guys and probably wants me to stop forcing them on her.
Meanwhile, Elliot - surprise, surprise - has found a new girl to hit on. I'm beginning to think he has an alien fetish.
Elliot, do you not see your supposed forever girlfriend's mom waiting for a drink in plain sight of your antics? ABORT!
Aisha is much happier with only a fishing pole and herself for company.
Cameron: Can you stop making eyes at this dude for one second and serve me my drink, lady?
Bartender: You'll have your drink when I'm good and ready to give it to you, or I'm calling the cops on your fake ID carrying ass, got it?
Watching Sims do yoga is like watching Sims dance for me, endlessly entertaining and always photo-worthy. Aisha is only a beginner, but she's already nailing some pretty advanced moves.
She hasn't quite worked out all the wobbles yet, though.
Heidi is very confused by why her human is playing dead and wishes she would stop stinking up the rooftop with her BO.
The greatest benefit of yoga? You can eat all the delicious carbs you want as long as you just sweat off the calories later!
In case you were wondering, Aisha is still a gold-star academic. Phoebe and Mallory are happy to provide moral support.
Oh, a rocket! How exciting! I wonder if it's actually functional.
Only one way to find out! Aisha looks so proud of herself.
Look at that little guy go!
Not only does it blast off like clockwork, but it returns to the ground safe and sound. Aisha's a genius!
I love how the look on her face here says, "I am the ruthless, take-no-prisoners head of a dangerous teen gang, and they'll follow my lead or else." Let's just say I wouldn't want to get on Aisha's bad side.
Don't ask me why they're hanging out next to an old-fashioned steamboat. I just thought we needed a little scenery variety.
Aisha: Listen, the first rule of our gang is no childish shenanigans! Maturity is the name of the game. Got it?
Aisha: God, why must boys always be so immature?!? What did I just say?
Harley: I told you they wouldn't listen. Let's say we dump those losers and find something better to do with our time?
I'm guessing Harley is a young adult now, seeing as she's so into maturity and suddenly seems to be a restaurant critic? Whatever she's writing down on that notepad, it's serious business, and she can't afford to be distracted by a bunch of rowdy children.
Aisha: I'm sensing a pattern here, and that pattern is that boys absolutely suck.
Harley: Glad you finally got the memo, sis.
Harley: Oh, God, this food is terrible! I can't wait to rip it to shreds on my brand new food blog!
Waitress: It looks like we've got a critic on our hands over here.
Waiter: *deep sigh* Not another one. I just spent the weekend anonymously bullying our last one on Yelp!
Anyway, back to our romance for the ages, which for now still has to take the form of cheek kisses, coy glances, and distant swooning. Aisha looks very conflicted about her complicity in all of this.
Aisha: All I'm saying is you'd better not be stringing this girl along, or I swear you'll never hear the end of it.
Look how pure they are, though! Surely, he's gotten all that pent-up playboy energy out of his system by now...
Or not. Here's Mia steeling herself with double drinks just in case Elliot decides to lay one on her.
If you didn't think it was going to happen, you don't know Elliot at all.
The next step in his seduction process is a piano solo dedicated to Mia's intellect and beauty. She looks truly moved.
Ghost Joaquin: I taught that boy everything he knows, both musically and... *clears throat*... otherwise.
Ew, Joaquin, please stop enabling his bad behavior from beyond the grave.
In Willow-related news, she's still that air-headed weirdo who plays with children's toys in totally inappropriate places. I kind of love her!