1.2
Welcome back! Sorry this 'chapter' is so short, I wanted to have something ready for today!
Last time we (you?) met the pitiful cowardly February Stein, who seemed to have no luck in life. She met some stinky people, nearly died in a fire, encountered a burglar, and was terrible at her job. Will her life ever improve???
The answer is, sort of. Realising that her career wasn't bringing her much joy, February decided to take up a hobby. Sculpting! She is a Savvy Sculptor, after all!
But this hobby was nothing in comparison to February's new source of enjoyment: drinking! One night, fed up with staying in all the time, February decided that enough was enough. She headed out to Waylon's Haunt, deciding it was time to fake it till you make it when it came to confidence.
February: Hello sexy mixologist, I'd like a drink!
The mixologist obliged. Look, fancy skills!
February paused, unsure if she should drink it after all. Drinks were scary, right?
But then, she did it anyway.
February: Uh oh, I feel funny.
But then the feeling passed and she decided to tell the mixologist her entire life story.
February: ..and then they peed themselves, all of them! All over the floor!
Done with the mixologist, February decided to go and 'Dance Wildly' with Mick Situp. They started off slow.
Mick: This light makes your hair look so beautiful... (and green like a tree)
February meanwhile was entranced by the music.
But soon they really got into it! For well over an hour!
February tried to hypnotize Mick with her sexual gaze (and her breasts, which seemed to interest him far more).
Mick: You are magical like a unicorn!
February: Uh-huh....
She was seriously drunk and she knew it. After all, she had just had her First Drink Ever.
Mick: And your breasts are fluffy and soft, like a cloud!
Despite, or maybe because of, his super-lame pick-up lines Mick obviously thinks he's all that. He's a bit of a pretty boy, I mean look at those eyelashes.
February: You're so strong, like you've been lifting some really heavy stuff!
February: I would tooootally let you click my mouse...
February: ...because I love you!
Err, a bit early there! She then asked him if he was single and... he wasn't. Turns out Mick is in a relationship with Elvira Slayer. You know, the oldest most powerful mega vampire. And even February isn't dumb enough to go up against that.
February: It is better to have loved and lost than to have... not... loved? How does it go again? I'm so romantic...
February: I must be dignified and ladylike, a true romantic like the regal llama that climbs the wild hills of romance...
Her romantic side had spoken. If she danced on the bar, surely Mick would see that he truly loved her!
Whoever this guy is was reaaally enjoying the music meanwhile. Rock on!
And THRUST!
Mick however had gone to the bathroom where he was I think propositioned by that afore mentioned random guy...
February enjoyed the dancing very much, she was really into it! Mick would love it, absolutely!
...But he didn't, not really, and February slinked off sadly.
February: Oh, how could I have lost such a love as this...
Mick meanwhile seemed to actually be taunting her, shaking all his various goods in her direction. Naturally, February was alarmed.
So, needing to let off some steam she decided to fake passing out onto the floor.
And oh, everyone was paying so much attention to her!
Johanna King-Rake and her new husband Romeo King-Rake both stared aghast.
Johanna: This is too much!
Yes, it is, isn't it?
Mick: Man, life is a party. Dance wildly with some girl, dance on a bar, make girl pass out...
Despite being unlucky in love this time, February still viewed the evening as a complete success.
February: Yes! Just a few more nights like this and I'll be a total badass!
Uhh, sure.
A few nights, February headed out to a dance club, outside of which she met a heavily muscled stranger... She had been bar-hopping a bit before hand and seemed extremely impressed. His name? Beau Merrick. Profession? Well, Vampire Lover, really.
Beau: I'm powerful and dangerous, like a dragon.
Not wanting to be outdone, February decided she must impress this handsome stranger.
February: Well, I'm fearsome yet cuddly, like a Yeti.
And then Beau sealed the deal, paved the way to her heart, or whatever else you want to call it.
Beau: No, no. You're pure and beautiful, like a unicorn.
February swooned. Anything lame and cheesy is utterly romantic to her. He was a fearsome vampire and she is pure as a unicorn, of course! Sigh.
Once inside the club, February could think only of the incredible, almost nuclear power than vampires had. William Fangmann, another vampire, stood near by. He was either jealous, or more likely relieved, that he was not the vampire February had become obsessed with.
Once inside, February bought a whole tray of romantic drinks.
February: Here's a romantic drink! (I want to nibble on you like a nibbled chicken drumstick!)
Beau: Oh, okay, thanks (I want to nibble on you like, well, a you?)
February couldn't get over the fact that Beau was technically undead. It was just too sexy for words!
While she thought of the almost nuclear power of the vampire that Beau had, Beau thought of his Lifetime Wish - to woohoo with 5 different sims in 5 different places. And February, it seemed, didn't mind being a part of that dream.
Unfortunately, Beau was already in a relationship with Marina Prattle, and nearly in a relationship with someone else too... But Marina Prattle wasn't a vampire so February didn't have to worry.
Unfortunately, night was falling and they soon got kicked out. February headed home alone...
February spent a lot of time on the phone with Beau, telling him how great it was that he was spooky like a ghost.
Aww, young pathetic love.
She decided to use her new sculpting skills to build Beau a... table? I guess vampires like tables?
February gazed at it, but suddenly she had doubts...
So many doubts. Would a vampire ever be impressed with her table-sculpting skills?
Sure, she could make a table by carving it out of a solid piece of wood, but what if Marina Prattle could too?