Maxis_Taste Dare 17: One Sim, 5ive Flavors
Because I've been having major issues with my computer and game (almost everything is corrupted. It takes ages to do anything and it's taken a liking to crashing at the most inopportune times) I've tried to make the most of what I have.
Now, the victim for my makeovers. Most of you will know him as that sleazy looking downtownie in the tight white jeans..
"Hey!"
But those of you on my F-list will know him best as Cris.
"How's it goin'?"
***
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
"Where's the bloody snooze button?"
Cris sat up. It was going to be a busy day, and he was hoping he may be able to get a little more shut-eye before he dived right in.
"I was quite enjoying that sleep. You awake dear?"
"Mhhmm. Can you take Mish out to pee for me sweetie. That's a dear."
"Great. No chance of a sleep in then?"
"Nope."
***
The morning routine. Wake up. Take the dog downstairs. Hold said dog back when the Postie shows up.
It was colder out than in. "Winter's coming on strong, eh Mishy."
"Heh, what are you doing down there?"
..
"Oh God! Not on my pants! GAH!!"
***
"Nothing like a bit of early morning exercise to get the blood pumpin'." He puffed.
Elise cringed. "Cris, please don't do your back in again like last time."
"Ha! No worries, love. I'm as fit as the day you met m-"
"-ack!"
She sighed, "Permission to scoff loudly and say I told you so?"
"Yeah, yeah. I get it." He rubbed his back. It wasn't nearly as bad as last time, but still pretty painful.
"Want me to go get the Voltarin and a woobie?" She offered.
"Yes, that would be good of you."
***
The pain went away, and he was stuck with nothing to do before his lunch date with Mary-Sue Pleasant. It was an important work meeting for the both of them. There was a lot riding on her signing for upgrades for Simcity's army base. She was more than willing to. He had been Mayor, and she used any excuse to ask for mentoring. For his advice. Speaking of work, Cris had found his old uniform in the bottom of the wardrobe. He was surprised Elise hadn't pitched it.
"Well, hellooo there handsome!"
"Are you here to save the day? Yeah?"
He was more surprised that it still fit him. It had been years, decades even, since he'd worn it last.
"Captain Hero! At your service!"
"Did you call me?" Elise yelled from the den.
"No! Just talking to myself."
"That sounds about right.."
He took a good look at himself. This would be the last time he wore this uniform. Those days were over, and he couldn't live in the past..
"Ehh, enough of this frivolity. I'd better get my arse in gear if I'm gonna be ready for that lunch date.. Since when did I start going grey?!"
***
He threw on his dressing gown, and headed into the bathroom.
"Ah, nothing better than a hot shower on a cold day."
"Most of life's biggest decisions are made in the shower. Yessery.."
He had just managed to balance the temperature of the water when the phone rang.
"Honey, can you get that?"
It kept ringing on.
"Damnit. I'll get it then, shall I?"
"Ah, missed it.."
"EHEM."
"Mommy.. What's wrong with grandpa?"
Myra snorted, "She'll tell you when your older, kid."
"I'll just get back to my shower.. Yeah.."
***
That had been rather embarrassing. He waited until they were all well and truly gone before venturing out into the den.
"This place is so quiet when she's not around.. Might put on some music."
He turned on the stereo. One of his wife's CD's was in there.
"Ah, better than nothing.."
HOOOOOOOOWWWLL
"Shit! Mish, you scared me! Did I wake you up with the crappy techno music?"
Woof!
"What? What does woof mean? Speak Simlish!"
Mish rolled onto her back, looking up expectantly at her owner.
"Ah, belly rub. Should'a guessed."
"Is this your way of saying 'I'm sorry for peeing all over you, daddy?' Eh?"
***
Lunch had gone well. Mary-Sue had signed all the papers, putting Cris into a good mood. Now that business was over and done with, he sat for a nice chat between friends.
".. That chair has always been dodgy. I can't count the number of times I let maintenance know about it, but they never did anything. I usually kept it to the side, bringing it out only for meetings with people I really didn't like."
Mary-Sue giggled. "I usually catch myself on it. The floorboards in that office may look pretty, but they're hard!"
"Oh, they don't have that giant rug in there anymore? Shame, that was nice.. Hey, do you think they'll come over and light this candle again if I blow it out?"
Who said political leaders were mature?
"Do it!"
***
Last job on the list. Costume party. He wasn't sure what he'd been thinking when he'd agreed to it..
"Awwww, you even wore contacts. You really went all out, didn't you."
"Might as well.." He mumbled. "Uh, may I ask why you have padlocks?"
"Might as well."
"Shush you."
Now, the victim for my makeovers. Most of you will know him as that sleazy looking downtownie in the tight white jeans..
"Hey!"
But those of you on my F-list will know him best as Cris.
"How's it goin'?"
***
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
"Where's the bloody snooze button?"
Cris sat up. It was going to be a busy day, and he was hoping he may be able to get a little more shut-eye before he dived right in.
"I was quite enjoying that sleep. You awake dear?"
"Mhhmm. Can you take Mish out to pee for me sweetie. That's a dear."
"Great. No chance of a sleep in then?"
"Nope."
***
The morning routine. Wake up. Take the dog downstairs. Hold said dog back when the Postie shows up.
It was colder out than in. "Winter's coming on strong, eh Mishy."
"Heh, what are you doing down there?"
..
"Oh God! Not on my pants! GAH!!"
***
"Nothing like a bit of early morning exercise to get the blood pumpin'." He puffed.
Elise cringed. "Cris, please don't do your back in again like last time."
"Ha! No worries, love. I'm as fit as the day you met m-"
"-ack!"
She sighed, "Permission to scoff loudly and say I told you so?"
"Yeah, yeah. I get it." He rubbed his back. It wasn't nearly as bad as last time, but still pretty painful.
"Want me to go get the Voltarin and a woobie?" She offered.
"Yes, that would be good of you."
***
The pain went away, and he was stuck with nothing to do before his lunch date with Mary-Sue Pleasant. It was an important work meeting for the both of them. There was a lot riding on her signing for upgrades for Simcity's army base. She was more than willing to. He had been Mayor, and she used any excuse to ask for mentoring. For his advice. Speaking of work, Cris had found his old uniform in the bottom of the wardrobe. He was surprised Elise hadn't pitched it.
"Well, hellooo there handsome!"
"Are you here to save the day? Yeah?"
He was more surprised that it still fit him. It had been years, decades even, since he'd worn it last.
"Captain Hero! At your service!"
"Did you call me?" Elise yelled from the den.
"No! Just talking to myself."
"That sounds about right.."
He took a good look at himself. This would be the last time he wore this uniform. Those days were over, and he couldn't live in the past..
"Ehh, enough of this frivolity. I'd better get my arse in gear if I'm gonna be ready for that lunch date.. Since when did I start going grey?!"
***
He threw on his dressing gown, and headed into the bathroom.
"Ah, nothing better than a hot shower on a cold day."
"Most of life's biggest decisions are made in the shower. Yessery.."
He had just managed to balance the temperature of the water when the phone rang.
"Honey, can you get that?"
It kept ringing on.
"Damnit. I'll get it then, shall I?"
"Ah, missed it.."
"EHEM."
"Mommy.. What's wrong with grandpa?"
Myra snorted, "She'll tell you when your older, kid."
"I'll just get back to my shower.. Yeah.."
***
That had been rather embarrassing. He waited until they were all well and truly gone before venturing out into the den.
"This place is so quiet when she's not around.. Might put on some music."
He turned on the stereo. One of his wife's CD's was in there.
"Ah, better than nothing.."
HOOOOOOOOWWWLL
"Shit! Mish, you scared me! Did I wake you up with the crappy techno music?"
Woof!
"What? What does woof mean? Speak Simlish!"
Mish rolled onto her back, looking up expectantly at her owner.
"Ah, belly rub. Should'a guessed."
"Is this your way of saying 'I'm sorry for peeing all over you, daddy?' Eh?"
***
Lunch had gone well. Mary-Sue had signed all the papers, putting Cris into a good mood. Now that business was over and done with, he sat for a nice chat between friends.
".. That chair has always been dodgy. I can't count the number of times I let maintenance know about it, but they never did anything. I usually kept it to the side, bringing it out only for meetings with people I really didn't like."
Mary-Sue giggled. "I usually catch myself on it. The floorboards in that office may look pretty, but they're hard!"
"Oh, they don't have that giant rug in there anymore? Shame, that was nice.. Hey, do you think they'll come over and light this candle again if I blow it out?"
Who said political leaders were mature?
"Do it!"
***
Last job on the list. Costume party. He wasn't sure what he'd been thinking when he'd agreed to it..
"Awwww, you even wore contacts. You really went all out, didn't you."
"Might as well.." He mumbled. "Uh, may I ask why you have padlocks?"
"Might as well."
"Shush you."