Chapter 7

The Real World

When we left poor K2, she was discovering how life worked outside the safety and comfort of her dorm. Now we're going to send her downtown to pick out a new outfit, because the default outfit she grew up in is so not her.

Oh just hurry up and change clothes. It's not like you've got an assortment of clothes to choose from.

"Quiet! I'm trying to decide. Do I want the green one or... the green one?"

*sigh*

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Now you understand why I was in rush to get her downtown to pick out some new duds.

"Hey! Do you have something against the color green?"

Not at all. I like the color green, as SK will attest. It's just... that pattern looks a lot better on my corset

Fine, fine. I see some jeans and t-shirts on the rack over there."

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"Psst.... hey... that guy over there is wearing a kilt."

No, he's wearing a... oh... wait... you actually called it a kilt.

"Well duh. You know several guys who wear them, including Sal, and I am your sim-self. I would hope to the gods I could recognize a kilt. Hey, can I ask..."

No, you cannot ask him if anything's worn under his kilt. Besides, it's Brandon Lillard. Do you really want to know?

Besides, if the kilt-wearer is a tasty MB, the correct reply to the question should be 'No Ma'am, everything is in perfect working order.'

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Yes, even though her house is right across the street, K2 has to call the taxi to drive her home. There must not be any crosswalks, or else Officer Dorian is really strict with those jaywalking tickets.

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And you're back just in time to greet the welcoming committee.

"Who the hell are these people and why are they on my lawn?"

You're too young to be chasing people off your lawn. This is the welcome wagon. Looks like you got Brandi LeTourneau, Melissa Fancey, and... er... Maude Buttons. Two townies and a playable.

"Maude's a playable? Gee, I never would've guessed. *shudder*"

"Hey, Maude's a nice family sim, so don't be rude. Besides, your kids will be bringing hers home from school for gods know how long."

"Say What?!"

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"Hey, this welcome wagon thing is kinda fun. Sitting around...

"Standing around. You've only got one kitchen chair."

"Don't interrupt! Sitting around chatting, eating, talking girl talk. And no one's swooning over V for once."

Speaking of V... is that the phone I hear?

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You don't look exactly thrilled to be talking to Vlad. Especially considering the fit you threw wanting to be with him earlier.

"He wants to know if I want to go downtown with him and a bunch of our friends from the dorm. But the girls are still here."

The girls will still be here when you get back.

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"Besides, I've had a long day. I've already been out shopping and I'm tired."

You're going someplace where they have photo booths.

"Public Woohoo? I'll hit the energizer."

I figured that would get her attention.

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You still don't look overly thrilled about being downtown. Considering your whining about lack of woohoo, I thought you'd have been all over poor Vlad before you were even out of the taxi.

"It would show a lack of restraint if I were to rip his clothes off right here on the sidewalk."

You, restraint? Pfff

And he invited Allyn with. I'd feel weird jumping him in front of her. I know she's got the secret hots for him. I think the cheerleader does too.

Everybody has the secret hots for Vlad.

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And let me enlighten you on something... quite a few of your college buddies have the hots for you, too. Even those you haven't slept with.

"Hey! There was only that one time with Clay!"

Uh-huh. Sure.

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So, this being a downtown outing, K2 spun up all the normal downtown wants... She didn't make too bad of a DJ, but the pay sucked.

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She turn a turn showing off in the Whirling Sphere O' Puke too.

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With predictable results.

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*hack* *urp*

"Aw, did somebody have a bad trip?"

*yak* "Oh very funny. Like you would've lasted longer."

I can get motion sick at the drop of a hat. I know better than to get in something like that.

*ralph*

Heh. Get used to that position.

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Oh, and to make you feel better, Vlad didn't fare much better in the dance sphere. He didn't lose his lunch though.

*grumble*

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But he wasn't quite as well received as a DJ.

"Damn Straight. I'm a kick-ass DJ."

He got paid more.

"It's because he's a guy, isn't it? Grrr."

No, I think it's because he has more creativity points than you.

"Oh... ah... well, that does make sense. But you know..."

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"There is one thing we're both good at."

*facepalm* Gods forbid you leave without your woohoo.

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Although there were some folks who were rather upset about it.

"What?"

Poor Allyn. That secret love of hers for Vlad couldn't handle the truth.

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Allyn, Vlad never even knew you loved him. You can't blame him for getting footloose in the photo booth with his future wife. It was probably all ACR anyway between you two anyway; Stephan's your real love.

Oy. She must've been spending all her time at the secret society working out.

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K2, Vlad is in the corner crying like a little girl.

"So tell V to suck it up and deal with it like a man. He's such a pansy. I'm busy here; I'm 50,000 points away from a free ball."

Um, unlike you, I don't hear him, so I doubt he'd take direction from me too well. Besides, you've both got wants to dance...

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...so why don't you head out on the floor.

And I think that's where I'll wrap up. Next chapter we'll take a quick peek into how Vlad has handled the transition from college to society... which should be an interesting chapter for me to write, since I don't hear him. So stay tuned.

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-- Chapter 8 --

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