Episode 23: Downtown
*Scratches head* Well, as you know, I normally spam one Sim household at a time. However, I was having such trouble sorting out their shopping and dining excursions that I’ve lumped them all together in one expedition. I hope this will meet with your approval.
And you thought that woman in the pink fishnets was inappropriately dressed... Gila puts it all in perspective.
Ah, phew, he’s clothes shopping! For pyjamas, admittedly, by the look of those things he’s holding, but at least it’ll cover him up a bit.
...Or not. Still in his trunks, he shares his plans for world domination with Roman Abramovich. Roman is thrilled.
Cut to the 50s Diner And Bowling Alley, and Mancini and Cruzi are having a little Inter meal together. But wait... Cruzi seems to have lost someone. Who could it be?
Aha, it’s Lobby! Practising his bowling - sounds like him.
Not quite sure about the ridiculous celebration dance, but we’ll let that pass.
In the meantime, Christi and Marco have taken the Puppymobile into town to go clothes shopping. Will Gila have put some clothes on?
...He has! And he’s terrified of Christi. What an odd man.
Marco took the opportunity to throw some gang signs at Monty, who was delighted,
while Zlatan made friends with Li’l Alberto. Well, that’s just adorable.
Marco was a bit suspicious of Gila’s protestations of total normality,
which just goes to show that Marco is a very sensible person.
....XDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (If anyone has any idea what’s going on here, please let me know at the usual address.)
Let’s move on to the restaurant. Here’s Phil, who as usual has been struck by lightning.
He successfully dodged Megan’s Gran,
and she had to go and ogle Sergio instead.
So, ignoring Mutu and Torres’s conversation about genies,
he went and had a quiet drink. I love how his sideburns are still blond. (Note Gran appreciating the artwork in the background. I don’t think she likes it much.)
Zlatan, ignoring the sudden decapitation of Fabio Grosso’s hair, found an intriguing older man,
but just as he was about to make his move, the bloody waiter arrived with the food. DX
Oh, well. Better luck next time. (Nice clothing combination there, Nesta and Fabi.)
Gila tried Marco’s gang signs on Fabi, who was appropriately appalled.
And now... the Club of Chaos!
With its Dancefloor of Doom. (Gran and Li’l Alberto, incidentally, turned out to be surprisingly good dancers,
while Petr went to prop up the bar.)
Gila (yes, him again) was just spinning himself semiconscious on the giant gyroscope thing.
...No, Li’l Alberto, that’s not a good place to do your meditation. Really not.
...Or your yoga, either! Just stop it and get in the bleedin’ car. Jesus. (Or Buddha, I suppose...)
Li’l Berto, being a good boy, did not go on to the Lucky Shack for a bit of poker and karaoke. This meant he missed Piti’s dancing, which is probably just as well, though Cesc liked it.
Mean old Piti told Cesc about Christi getting heatstroke :(
Look, there he is - still red!
...He recovered just in time to ogle his boss. Nice work there, Keebs.
Then he hung around at the bar with Zlatan and Cesc, which was sort of amazing,
and sang open mic, which wasn’t. (I have heard a video of him doing karaoke on his stag night, and can officially verify that his Sim sings better than he does, not that that’s saying much.)
After that, he played poker with a vampire who appears to be suffering from a terrible case of heavy metal poisoning. Shouldn’t imagine that was very successful, but over on the next table...
YES!!!! PITI IS PLAYING POKER!!! Prepare to lose every penny you have, casino owner! (Note: Piti was filmed cheating in a casino in 2002, using a high-tech gadget disguised as a cigarette packet that predicted which way the chips would fall. His justification for this was that Steaua didn’t pay him enough, which knowing Gigi is almost certainly true.)
He started off against Rafa Benitez and a random townie,
but was shortly joined by Cesc. I am pretty certain that this was a bad idea on Cesc’s part.
HIS FACE. <3 I love it.
I... think this is Cesc’s sorry attempt at a poker face. I suppose it’s quite good, for him...
...BUT HOW CAN HE COMPETE WITH THIS? God, what is he doing - rubbing his hands together and cackling, or praying to Satan to help him win? Either way, it’s fantastic.
Rafa tried to distract him with football talk,
but his luck didn’t improve - he was confronted with Zlatan,
and then with Mrs Crumplebottom,
who is even worse than Zlatan, though with a noticeably smaller nose.
And, finally, we find Lobby in the carpark doing a deal with the local matchmaker.
You think he’s buying a love potion? Think again. He wants that hanky she’s wearing on her head.
...PS: NEW ICONS! NEW ICONS! Everyone look at teh icon post! :D