My livin’asimmin’life alternate persona is Lizzie, writer, communications nerd, Star Wars geek, and happy Simmer. I am happily married to my Sim-spouse and we have an adorable tuxedo Sim-cat. Traits: Bookworm. Clumsy. Friendly. Perfectionist. Loves the Outdoors.
“Uuhhhh… about last night…” she begins, her southern drawl thick in the early morning, her throat a little hoarse.
“Oh… don’t worry. Nothing happened. You were tired, and we were locked out of your beach hut. I let you sleep on my bed. I napped in the tiki bar hut on one of the couches,” he assured her.
“Oh my,” she flushes. “I’m sorry if I inconvenienced you.”
“It was no bother,” he replies.
Her eyelids grow tired and she yawns, sleepily. “I had a good time last night.”
“I hope I was not too forward with the kiss,” Miguel confesses.
Miguel’s Confessional: She doesn’t remember! (slaps the side of his head) She had a lot to drink.
“It was nice…” she manages.
Breanna’s Confessional: To be honest… (winces and sucks air through her teeth) …I hope I don’t offend him… (rubs head) …I’m a bit hungover.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she says and offers him a warm embrace.
“You’re most welcome,” he returns the hug.
“I should probably change… and sleep in my own bed from now on,” she laughs weakly.
“Can I walk you to your door?” he asks.
Breanna goes swimming to clear her head before her big first day. Who’s her favorite? Right now, she’s thinking of Miguel and Afu, but we’ll see how everyone’s points tally (including viewer votes).
Griffin’s Confessional: (hand on hip) I’m gonna buff up and Breanna will like me even more.
Hunter’s Confessional: (closes eyes) I was hoping to work out alone.
Kaha’s Confessional: (singing) I will serenade Breanna from one of our many island love songs.
Andy’s Confessional: (laughs to self) Oh that’s a good one!
“Oh hello,” she says cheerfully. “Good morning. What a beautiful day!”
“It looks like it’s shaping up to be,” Afu replies. “How are you this morning, Breanna?”
“I slept really well,” she replies, and flushes, thinking of Miguel.
“You know, I heard a joke the other day,” she continues hurriedly. “Why couldn’t the bed sheet fall asleep?”
“I dunno,” Afu scratches his head.
“Because it was all tuck…ered out!” she giggles.
Afu laughs too.
“I love the smell of the sea salt and sunscreen,” Kaha confesses.
“Which one of you stole my shampoo?” Afu demands.
“Why would you think we stole it?” Kaha looks startled.
“I’m lookin’ at you, thief!” Afu glares at Griffin.
“Now hold on a minute…” Griffin narrows his eyes.
“Look I get it… you all want to be fabulous like me,” Afu pointed to himself. “But you can’t go around stealing things without asking.”
“It…wasn’t… me!” Griffin yells.
“Hehh… guys?” Kaha interjects with a weak chuckle.
“You were in the bathroom the longest this morning,” Afu grunts.
“I have my own private bathroom, jerk!” Griffin reminds him. “Someone else stole your precious shampoo!”
“Later dudes, I’m gonna go into town and buy more shampoo and while I’m there, I’m getting Breanna a gift,” Afu declares.
“See ya,” Griffin grimaces.
“A gift is a good idea,” Kaha acknowledges.
“I know,” he begins slowly. “…that you’re giving us roses, but a lady like you should never be without a rose.”
“Why thank you,” she accepts, flattered.
Afu’s Confessional: Of all the guys here, I think, I can make Breanna happy.
“Dude, you’re busting in on my moment,” Afu sniffs.
“Who are you?” Breanna inquires and points as she purses her lips.
Breanna’s Confessional: He was in a full suit and tie. Whoa! (fans self)
“Good evening, Miss Gaines, I am Beauregard R. Lee,” the fine gentleman introduces himself, bowing gallantly. “And I am honored to be here.”
“Oh hello…” she replies, intrigued. “Please… call me Breanna.”
“And you may call me Beau,” he kisses her hand.
She giggles shyly.
“Seriously?” Afu gives the man a once-over. “It’s ninety-nine degrees out and you’re wearing a monkey suit?”
Beauregard waves his hands. “My best for the lady.”
“You didn’t have to…” Breanna trails off, noticing Afu growing frustrated out of her eye corner.
“My dearest Breanna,” Beauregard begins. “Let’s not waste time here, dahling. A southerner myself, I certainly know how to treat a lady such as yourself. A fine southern belle like you should not have to stoop this low to enter this contest when a strong, romantic, good-looking sim like myself has already decided you would be my perfect match.”
Afu snorts. “Is this guy for real?”
“Umm…” Breanna puzzles. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“I can give you anything you want. Name it and it’s yours. I would pamper you with all the niceties a lady like yourself deserves…” Beauregard continues.
“Okay… pal… back off… I was here first!” Afu snips.
“I could not help myself,” Beauregard says. “Such a lovely lady as yourself deserves to be with a gentleman, and I could not wait to meet you properly. I hope you are not offended.”
“Offended?” she laughs nervously. “No…” she flushes. “…it’s all a bit… much… don’t you think?” she winces.
“Miss Breanna, of course, we are here in Sulani, but I know you would be missin’ some of that fine southern cuisine that I’m sure you are fond of. I took it upon myself to bring you a few boxes of Creole pecan pralines from Aunt Sally’s. Yes, down that Willow Creek way. A little chocolate is always good for the soul,” Beauregard offers.
Afu’s eyes grow wide. “Look dude, back off, Breanna is with me now. You can have your turn later… or maybe never…” he cranes his neck, looking for the crew. “…is he even supposed to be here?”
“Please, call me Beau,” he grins. “And I’d like to be your beau… if you’re interested.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Afu rolls his eyes. “Does that line really work on women?” he turns to Breanna and offers his hand. “Breanna, whaddaya say we ditch this clown? I think we have time for a quiet drink on the patio before heading out this evening.”
Beauregard closes his eyes and laughs lightly. “Have you no imagination, sir? What kind of offer do you think she will accept? Miss Breanna…” he turns to her. “…I’ve already scoped out the bar to ensure they were stocked with sweet tea and hurricane drinks. Not that Yankee iced tea, but the real thing, sugah. Now if I may be so bold…” he smiles. “…shall we stroll arm-in-arm together around the property and you can tell me all about these lovely flowers…” he waves his hand at the floral bushes lining the pathway. “…that are abundant everywhere? It gives me great pleasure in learning everything there is to know about you. And perhaps we’ll stop by the bar and get some sweet tea and sit in the shade to sip and chat together. Shall we?” he bows and offers his arm.
“What universe are you livin’ in to think you can steal another man’s girl? You’re not even that good-looking,” Afu growls.
Breanna cringes and Beauregard holds his face dramatically.
“Afu! What were you thinking?” Breanna gasps. “I’m… so… sorry…” she apologizes meekly.
Beauregard clears his throat and straightens his tie. “Miss Breanna, do not apologize for things that are not your fault, dahling. Afu, is it?” he clicks his tongue. “Insults in front of the lady?”
“You wanna go, suit!” Afu yells. “I can take you.”
“I will choose whomever I want,” Breanna interjected loudly. “And I am no man’s girl as of yet,” she pointed to herself. “Afu, thank you. Mister Beauregard.” She bobs her head. “If you’ll excuse me, I must ready myself for the evening group date.”
“Perhaps another time,” Beauregard says. “… we can stroll through the garden and sip a hurricane drink together in the shade. I am certain you know every flower by name,” he flatters.
“Ah… thank you,” Breanna smiles.
Afu glares at Beauregard. “And I’m sure…” he says sarcastically. “We don’t want to take up any more of Breanna’s time.”
“Ah, yes,” Beauregard nods. “I wouldn’t presume to delay the lady.”
“But you are…” Afu bites out.
“Breanna, please let me escort you to the party this evening,” Beauregard requests.
“No, me,” Afu says hurriedly. “I’ll do it. I’ve known you longer. And this guy isn’t supposed to be here yet.”
Breanna tips her hat.
“Gentlemen!” Breanna suddenly begins laughing. “Please… your competitiveness is admirable, but you don’t have to try so hard. It’s only the second day, and you’ll both have time with me at the party.”
“Uh really?” Afu’s eyes widen.
“My dear, if this is really a competition,” Beauregard begins, giving Afu a once-over as if he didn’t even think the other man was a contender. “…we will ask for your good graces and favor.”
“Right,” Breanna tries to recover from laughing. “I’ll see you both later.”
Afu slouches in surprise. “You mean, he can come?”
“Afu, he didn’t mean anything by it,” Breanna says. “You could be more gracious.”
“Grace is not gonna win this competition! The guy is trouble, Breanna, I’m worried for you,” Afu says, passionately.
Breanna lifts her hands to her face as her eyes grow wide. “You’re absolutely right,” she begins sarcastically and gasps. “We’ve got trouble. With a capital T. That rhymes with P. That stands for Pool.” She mock-frowns. “Oh wait… the pool is right over there…” she points.
“Stop it, Breanna, I’m serious,” Afu narrows his eyes.
Breanna laughs. “Lighten up, it was just a joke.”
Afu hangs his head.
“Cheer up,” Breanna begins. “You’ll have time with me tonight at the par…”
“Uh?” Breanna curls a finger. “Aa…fu?”
Author Notes: Thank you for reading everyone. I had to exit the game to “save” Mort. I didn’t want him to die the first night. Because of that, the scene on the beach with Miguel and Breanna was erased, and that explains her “memory lapse.” I wasn’t planning to introduce an eighth bachelor and SoulGal7′s Beauregard Lee just swaggered on over and up to Breanna and Afu during their conversation. It was perfect! This chapter also featured VanPelt81‘s Andy, MaggieMarley‘s Mort, afai1261‘s Griffin, Munterbacon’sMiguel, TheYayToast’sHunter, nerdfashion’sKaha, and divanthesimmer ‘s Afu.
“Mom, why do the bad guys always look so evil?” Parker inquired, scratching her head.
“I don’t know,” Lizzie replied. “I would imagine the ‘bad guys’ could sometimes look like ordinary folks, but these kinds of shows can be stereotypical in their characterization.”
“Stereo what?” Parker tilted her head.
“Like music?” Mariposa piped up with a big grin on her face.
“Oh Parker, look your friend’s here,” Lizzie said. “Hi Mariposa.”
“Hello Mrs. Simself,” the little girl greeted.
“Hey Parker,” Mariposa said.
Lizzie clicked the button on the remote to turn off the television. “I can finish this episode another time,” Lizzie said to her daughter. “It’s a rerun anyhow.”
“Grr…” Parker formulated fists. “Mom… I wanna watch this.”
“You’re a bit young for this show anyhow,” Lizzie said. “There’s milk in the fridge and I baked some fresh honey cookies.”
“Yummy!” Mariposa giggled.
“Mom, stay with us,” Parker begged. “You can tell us all about the latest mystery novel you’re writing.”
“Oh I’d love to, but wouldn’t you rather play with your friend?” Lizzie required.
“Lizzie…” Carrie emerged from the kids room. “…can I go out tonight?”
“Out where?” Lizzie asked, skeptically. “I need you here to babysit your brothers and sister.”
“Oh I bet Carrie has real exciting places to be,” Parker said. “I could go with.”
“Me too,” Mariposa smiled.
“No one’s going anywhere yet,” Lizzie replied.
Carrie’s phone jingled a few times. Parker closed her eyes and sighed dramatically.
“We could go to the park,” Mariposa suggested. “I am really good at playing the princess on the pirate ship,” she threw her shoulders back proudly. “I have the best hair. Lewis says so.”
“It’s after seven, silly,” Parker rolls her eyes. “It’s too late to go to the park.”
“How’s that going?” Lizzie asked. “You like your new apartment, Mariposa?”
“It’s sweet. I have my own room and I no longer have to share with mommy,” Mariposa said, happily.
“Is something wrong?” Lizzie asked.
“No, why would you think that?” Carrie grunted and plastered a forced grin. “Just anyone who’s anyone is going out tonight and I’m stuck here with the terrible trips.”
“Hey!” Parker exclaimed.
“Be nice to your siblings,” Lizzie warned, and then softened her expression as she stood up. “It’s nice to see you Mariposa.”
“Thank you,” Mariposa replied.
“Why can’t Bugsie and Lewis watch the kids?” Carrie groaned as she stomped off to her room.
Lizzie shook her head as she wandered to the bathroom to check her makeup.
“Your big sister is so cool,” Mariposa said, happily.
Parker shrugged. “She’s alright.”
“She has really cool jeans,” Mariposa smiled. “I don’t really wear jeans, but I like the flowers.”
“Overalls are better,” Parker said.
“Do you think she has a boyfriend?” Mariposa inquired.
“What? Eww…. no!” Parker crinkled her nose.
“What?” Mariposa stuck her nose in the air. “She’s of that age. And I bet boys do like her.”
“Lizzie, I finished my homework, and I did the dishes and took out the trash. The kids are like… nine now… so it would totally be okay, right, if I went and hung out with some friends on the plaza? I’d be right downstairs if they needed anything, and all we’re gonna do is grab some eats and hang out,” Carrie said, earnestly.
“And who exactly is going to be there?” Lizzie inquired.
“Oh you know, a few kids from my class, Pepper, Eleanor, Hamilton and Oliver… Brad…” Carrie said, nonchalantly, playing with her hair.
“Brad?” Lizzie narrowed her eyes. “The Bacons’ nanny? Isn’t he in his twenties?”
“Yeah, but he’s totally cool, Liz, and he’s got rad hair,” Carrie replied with a grin.
Lizzie shook her head. Carrie wanted to grow up so fast, but she didn’t really know what she was getting herself into, and Lizzie didn’t feel comfortable letting her sixteen year-old daughter hang out with older boys.
“I already asked if you’d stay home and watch the kids,” Lizzie said.
“You’re so not fair!” Carrie grumbled.
“You could call Pepper and Eleanor and see if they want to come over and hang out here,” Lizzie suggested.
“Yeah!” Mariposa exclaimed. “We could make it a party.”
“Stay outta it, brat!” Carrie growled as the little girl’s eyes widened.
“Carrie!” Lizzie said, sternly. “Apologize!”
“Hi Joey,” she said sweetly. “Nate. Whatcha doin?”
“Oh hey, Mariposa,” Joey replied. “Just research for school.”
“What kind of research?” Mariposa asked.
“For a business project,” Joey said and grinned. “Dad’s gonna let me shadow him.”
“What’s that?” Mariposa inquired.
“It’s where you follow someone around at their work all day and ask questions,” Nate called from across the room.
“Do you need help with your research?” Mariposa asked.
“Nope,” Joey shook his head and returned to clicking through his internet pages.
“Oh,” Mariposa replied, disappointed.
“Ahhh! I found it!” Joey declared, excitedly.
“What? What?” Nate asked.
“The ad Dad designed a few years ago,” Joey said, happily.
“Nerd!” Nate teased.
“Geek!” Joey shouted.
“Who you callin’ a geek?” Nate narrowed his eyes.
“You’re playing MySims Forever!” Joey shrugged. “‘Nuff said.”
Mariposa sighed. Solo games and school research. The brothers didn’t really have time for her.
“Hi Mr. Green!” Mariposa said, a little too happily.
“Oh it’s Simself,” Joseph corrected. “Lizzie’s last name is Green.”
“Oh,” Mariposa’s cheeks grew red.
“Where’s Parker?” Joseph asked.
“I dunno,” Mariposa shrugged. “Wanna play Party Frenzy with me?”
“I wish I could, but I can’t. We’re leaving in a few minutes,” Joseph replied. “Help yourself to milk and cookies. Or I think Lizzie has that special cereal too… Llama O’s?” he winked. “Don’t tell her I suggested breakfast for dinner.”
“Dad!” Carrie said happily, settling on the couch. “You’re home! How was work? Anything exciting happening? Can I go out with some friends tonight? Where are you taking Lizzie tonight?”
“Why yes, Carrie, I am,” Joseph said, feeling suspicious about Carrie’s sandwiched question. “Who are you going out with tonight?”
“No one special,” Carrie shrugged. “Just some friends from school. We won’t be out late.”
Joseph smiled. “Your mother already said no, Carrie. You know better than to pit your parents against each other.”
“UHHHHH!” Carrie screamed and threw her hands up in the air, feeling frustrated. “How did you know that? Lizzie tattled on me! Didn’t she? She told you? In a text message! GAH! You’re ruining my life,” she stormed out of the room.
“Sorry about that,” Joseph chuckled awkwardly at Mariposa.
“Teenagers,” Mariposa bobbed her head.
“I like your hat,” a woman dressed in a red athletic jacket said.
“Oh thank you,” Mariposa replied.
“And your sunglasses,” the lady continued. “It makes you look cool.”
“Why thank you,” Mariposa beamed. “You work at Pizza Planet, don’t you?”
“Yes I do,” the woman responded. “We’re franchised all over the country now. I just moved a few weeks ago from Oasis Springs.”
“Wow… I think Lizzie and Joseph Green… er… Simself are from there!” Mariposa exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, I know Lizzie,” the lady said. “I’m Sharon.”
“Ma-ri-po-sa!” she sounded out the name.
“Can I have a hot dog?” Mariposa asked of the saleswoman.
“Absolutely!” the lady exclaimed. “We have the best dogs in town.”
“That’s okay,” Mariposa said and offered the woman a few Simoleons. “I just want a hot one.”
“Oh excuse me!” she murmured, embarrassed as she bumped into a nice-looking young man with a thick accent.
“Gesundheit!” he replied.
“But I didn’t sneeze?” Sharon frowned and then immediately felt a tickle in her nose. She rubbed her face. “How did you know?”
“Hey Carrie,” he greeted. “I just came to give Parker back her sweater. She left it in Maple’s room.”
“Oh… hi Brad,” Carrie flushed. “I’m sure she will appreciate it.”
“What’s this?” he asked, kneeling down on the floor.
“A volcano,” she said, trying to keep her excitement in check. “For science class. I think it’s just about ready to erupt.”
“Science is really cool,” Brad replied. “I think it’s great you’re into it.”
“Really?” she squeaked. “Thanks. Say Brad…” she added as he started to stand up. “A group of us are hanging at the Arts Quarter plaza later if you wanna swing by.”
He nodded. “Sure, I might check it out.”
“I can’t believe homecoming is only a few weeks away,” Eleanor said with a grin. “We have to go to Magnolia Promenade and buy our dresses.”
“I want mine to be all gothic,” Morgan decided.
“Ugh… really, Morgan?” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “You look really great in red. Why not red?”
“Black is so much better,” Morgan declared.
“At least don’t wear those combat boots,” Eleanor winced. “And what are you wearing, Carrie?”
“Hmmm…” Carrie seemed distracted. “I dunno if the ‘rents will even let me go.”
“You should wear blue,” Eleanor suggested. “You look di-vine in blue! And we could do something magical with your hair…”
Morgan interrupted. “Do you think Brad will show up tonight?”
Carrie’s lips parted and then she shrugged as if she couldn’t care less. “So what if he does?”
“Come on… you know the Bacon’s babysitter has like a thing for you?” Morgan’s eyes grew wide.
“He does not,” Carrie giggled.
“Yeah, well, that’s not what Pepper says,” Eleanor said. “…something about watching you through the window and breaking a dish while you were swimming at her place last week.”
“He did,” Carrie admitted and bit her lower lip.
“What about that Marcus guy?” Morgan inquired.
“What? The bodybuilder my dad’s company is doing a television show for?” Carrie said.
“Yeah, he practically drooled when he saw you on set last week,” Eleanor squealed, fanning herself. “Oof! I need some water.”
Eleanor popped up out of her seat.
Carrie recalled the encounter the previous weekend. Joseph had invited Carrie and the girls to stop by the Sims.tv studio and grab lunch from the buffet. Carrie was debating between turkey on rye or roast beef on whole wheat when Marcus Flex wandered over to grab an eggsalad on white. He flexed… like his namesake… shirtless, towel thrown over his shoulder, and thanked her for the spread. She blushed and was about to tell him she didn’t work for the studio when he added he would love to see a cute girl like her in his kickboxing class if she wanted to work off the calories.
“He’s like twenty-two. That’s kinda old,” Carrie winced.
“So?” Morgan rolled her eyes. “A hunk’s a hunk… and that hunk’s got eyes for you.”
Carrie’s cheeks turned red. Morgan smirked and stood up to go order some food.
Eleanor returned and dropped her head into the table, covering her face.
“What’s wrong?” Carrie gasped.
“Argh! I have the world’s biggest pimple growing on my chin!” Eleanor moaned into her hands. “And Hamilton Cho is over there and I was just chatting away… had no idea! Wow! This just sucks!”
“It’s not that bad,” Carrie reassured.
“Yeah, it improves your otherwise pasty complexion,” Morgan teased.
“Easy for you to say,” Eleanor wailed. “You’ve got freckles. They blend in, but me? Oh Hamilton’s gonna think I’m ugly.”
“No he won’t,” Carrie said. “He’s gonna be looking at your smile and that yellow dress. It’s so pretty.”
“Really?” Eleanor wiped at her eyes. “You think?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Carrie shrugged. “Boys don’t really care about those things if they’re nice. I think I have a pimple growing on my nose too.”
“Good thing you’re so chill about it,” Morgan smirked. “Because here comes Brad.”
“Hi ladies,” Brad smiled and waved.
“We gotta go,” Morgan jerked Eleanor off the bench by the elbow.
“Ow!” Eleanor groaned. “Okay… bye…Brad.”
“See ya,” Morgan wiggled her eyebrows at Carrie.
Oh! I’m gonna kill them later! Carrie thought.
“So?” Brad said after a few moments of awkward silence. “Nice night, huh?”
“Yeah… yeah it is,” Carrie admitted meekly.
“Well, I kinda have to head to my second job…”
She turned and managed an interested smile. “Really? Where’s that?”
“You’re gonna laugh,” he said.
She shook her head. “Try me.”
“Helps me sleep,” he admitted.
“Mmm… this is delicious,” she agreed after taking a sip.
Her eyes grew wide as she noticed the time. “Oh gawd! I’ve gotta get home!”
Joseph and Lizzie were going to kill her! It was almost five a.m.
Author Notes: Thanks for reading. I interrupt my bachelor/bachelorette challenge to bring you some more of the Simself-Green family. Just some everyday drama for you. 🙂 Featuring Carrie and Marshall by InfraGreen, Joseph and Dulcie by LegacySims2017, Sharon Wymer by Skcaga6, and Eleanor Carter by TheYayToast. Thanks for reading.
From the Top left to Right:Andy (10), Afu (6), Hunter (9), Mort (19)
From Bottom Left to Right:Griffin (13), Miguel (17), Kaha (10)
Oh, if you recall Miguel and Mort were tied last round. Now Mort pushes ahead to first place with 19 points. Miguel is shortly behind in second with 17 points. Griffin inches to 13 in third place. Kaha and Andy tie, sliding into 4th place at 10. Hunter is in 5th place with 9 points, and Afu, no surprise, is still in last place with 6 points.
At the end of the evening, the gentlemen will have hopefully earned even more points in this next competition, and you, the viewers, will have a chance to once again vote for favorites after tomorrow’s solo date, and two more competitions. I, myself, am looking forward to seeing the gentlemen compete, and I’m curious how everyone will do.
“Alright, Breanna, are you ready?” Neal asks, with a big goofy grin on his face.
“Absolutely,” she replies, just as the back door opens and Holly nearly stumbles inside.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, embarrassed. “Trying to get a good angle.”
“Alright, gentlemen, the rules are quite simple. Mix up a cocktail for Breanna. You can use any of the ingredients behind the bar here. Only one man per bar and there are only two fully stocked bars so you will have to take turns. Breanna will take at least a sip of each drink and then make her decision. You are allowed to do one sabotage this evening, but if you mess with another man’s entry, it still has to be drinkable. Remember we don’t want to offend our lady here,” Neal waves his hand toward Breanna.
She smiles graciously.
“At the end of the evening, the man with the best drink will collect two additional points. You can continue to mingle and do one-on-one and/or group interactions throughout tonight and all those interaction points will add up also. Our crew will be around keeping a careful eye on the tally. Any questions?”
Andy pumps his fist in the air. “Let’s get started!” he yells. “Breanna… are you ready to have your mind blown?” he practically screams.
“I think so,” she winces, and rubs her ear.
“Let the games begin,” Neal declares.
“Opps, Neal,” Holly reminds. “You’re supposed to be impartial.”
“What can I say?” Neal responds. “I like a good actor like Hunter.”
“Here you go, darling,” Hunter smiles as he believes he has made his best drink yet.
“I can’t wait,” she replies as he walks behind her to sit on the next barstool.
“Darling?” Griffin walks up behind the two. “Isn’t that a little too early for pet names? She has a name… Breanna…” he smiles a little too wide.
“Oh,” she winces, recalling her earlier complaint with Hunter, though now she’s feeling more relaxed. “I do prefer my name…”
“Of course, you do, Breanna,” Griffin sends a withering stare at Hunter.
“I call everyone darling,” Hunter confesses grinning, deciding not to be thrown off by Griffin’s mind games. “Breanna. Where did you get such a lovely name?”
“Oh,” she turns toward him and begins to tell the story of how she is named for her great-aunt, and Hunter impresses her again by recalling that ‘Breanna‘ means ‘high and noble.’
“Where did it go?” she exclaims when she realizes her cocktail glass is missing.
Griffin quickly goes and dumps the drink in the bushes and winks at Holly. “Shh,” he says.
She giggles. “That’s your free pass.”
“Is it my turn yet?” Andy asks plopping back down at the bar after using the restroom.
He’s considering chatting with Breanna about the latest party he attended, but misses his opening when Miguel asks the bachelorette to dance.
Griffin takes a moment to strategically slip past Afu and take his place as a contender.
“This was delicious,” Breanna sets her glass down. “What’s in it?”
“Close your eyes,” Hunter saunters up behind and sits down on the barstool immediately to her right. “And think about the flavors.”
“Rum,” she replies after a moment of pondering. “I taste rum.”
“Good,” he urges her to continue.
“Pineapple,” she exclaims. “And cherry?” she crinkles her nose.
“Maraschino liqueur,” he admits as she opens her eyes. “And grenadine. The Silent Film.”
“Ai-yai-yai-yai-yah!” Andy yells and begins busting a move behind the counter.
Breanna and Hunter return to the end of the counter. It’s musical barstools tonight! Meanwhile, Kaha pulls out a bottle of fresh water.
“Are you okay?” Breanna inquires of Hunter.
“Hmm?” Hunter opens his eyes. “Oh yes, just listening to the music. These island tunes are nice, aren’t they?”
“They are the sounds of my people,” Kaha says, defensively. “They are more than nice.”
“Okay,” Hunter replies sullenly and slides off the barstool to use the facilities.
Andy plops back in a seat and slaps the counter. “Bartender! Fill ‘er up!”
Afu grimaces. “You’re supposed to be serving drinks, not ordering them.”
“I got you a glass of water to clean your tongue, Breanna,” Kaha offers shyly.
“Cleanse my palate, you mean?” she replies and her eyes widen. “Thank you Kaha.”
“And just like that… the guy moves in?” Afu groans.
“Water?” Hunter sniffs. “Breanna deserves better than water.”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” Griffin wonders aloud.
“If you’d stop messing around and actually give her a drink,” Andy directs at the other man in pink.
“So so… I’ve never really fished before,” she replies to Kaha’s question about her fishing skills. “Worms make me squeamish.”
“Oh we do not fish with worms,” Kaha shakes his head. “We use baskets designed to trap the fish and keep them alive.”
“It sounds much more humane,” Breanna agrees. “Do you name them too?”
Kaha laughs a deep-bellied laugh. “No, we sell them in the fish market.”
“Oh,” Breanna says, feeling a little embarrassed.
She takes a sip of water. “The dossier says you built your own home?”
“You read my profile?” Kaha says in awe. “That is wonderful. I read all about you too.”
Breanna smiles shyly.
“Oh, but that does not mean I know you… I want to get to know you, if you mean to… get to know me as well,” Kaha replies awkwardly.
“Yes, tell me about building a home,” she asks. “Is it very difficult?”
“Difficult?” Kaha exclaims and stomps his foot on the ground. “Yes. Very. It is not an easy feat to build a home with your bare hands. Not that my hands are not always bare. I do not cover them. Real men have scars… huh!” he pushes his chest out dramatically.
“I see,” Breanna says, wondering if someone coached him on that line.
“I mean… er…” Kaha returns to his normal tone and pitch. “I do not wear gloves. It is too warm in Sulani, and the weave for our walls is soft.”
“They are beautiful… walls…” Breanna trails off, glancing over her shoulder.
“And if you do not like it, Breanna, I will tear it down and build a new one for you!” Kaha declares.
Breanna coughs into her water. “Oh… I’m sure your home is lovely.”
“But you will not see it?” Kaha’s face darkened.
“We’re getting ahead of ourselves, Kaha,” Breanna pats his leg. “Let’s keep getting to know each other first.”
“Welcome back,” says Hunter.
“Thank… you…” Breanna replies, delicately.
“I made this for you,” Griffin declares. “A root beer float. It’s my favorite.”
“Why thank you,” Breanna replies. “How sweet!”
Griffin laughs. “Literally.”
Now it’s Breanna’s turn to laugh a little too hard. I think she’s having fun tonight.
“This is delicious,” Breanna exclaims.
“Thank you,” Griffin replies shyly.
“Hey! I thought we were serving alcoholic drinks,” Andy protests.
“There’s nothing in the rules,” Neal confirms.
“You’re too slow, fellows,” Griffin says, yawning and stretching his arm around Breanna.
Andy sniffs and looks away. “Hmmph!”
Mort remains, an awkward smile on his face.
“Now that they’re gone, we can talk,” Griffin says, dropping his arm back. “What’s your favorite time of day?”
“Probably morning, right after sunrise,” she replies, a little ice cream dribbling down her chin. “Mmm… it’s when I get my best ideas.”
“My bad!” Griffin offers his sleeve.
“Oh I couldn’t,” she protests.
“Andy, why don’t you let me help you with that drink?” Afu offers.
“No thanks,” Andy flips his hair. “I’d like her to try it before sunrise.” He tries to sit next to Breanna but wobbles. “You can’t be into the tool.”
Breanna’s Confessional: Afu may be a tool, but he’s the hottest one in the box. Ooo… (giggles).
“Or that clown, Griffin,” Andy continues, glaring in the other man’s direction. “He stole those flowers from a hothouse. At least Miguel’s an honest dude.”
Miguel lifted his glass as if giving a toast. “Thank you, but do you really think tearing down the competition will improve your odds?”
Andy grunts and mutters something about proving it to the group that Griffin is a thief.
Mort takes Breanna’s hand and guides her to the couch where Griffin is sitting.
“I was just warming up the cushions,” he winks at Breanna.
“Wine! This is different,” Breanna declares.
“I wanted something unique,” Mort replies. “This is a bottle of the finest wine from the Von Straud estate in Forgotten Hollow.”
“I hope you enjoy it,” Mort continues. “The full-bodied red pairs well with dark chocolate brownies.”
“It is… pretty good,” Breanna winces.
“Really?” his dark eyes light up. “Thank you. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Have you ever gone steady with anyone?” he inquires.
“Oh,” she tilts her head. “Actually… no…” she laughs daintily. “Between my parents’ failing health and the farm and my studies when I was in school, I just didn’t find the time. Have you?”
“Oh? Me?” he squeaks. “People don’t really wanna date the son of the Reaper, himself, you know what I mean?”
“I promise I’m a normal dude… normal…ish… dude… guy… man… person,” Mort says, flustered.
“Eh,” she shrugs. “Normal is overrated.”
“Uh… yeah… I know. My time’s up,” Mort stands up, the defeatism evident in his tone.
“Excuse me!” a deep voice says from behind a scuba mask. “Breanna… I believe it’s time to be escorted to another part of the set.”
“Oh… really?” she squints her eyes. “And who are you?”
After Mort slinks off, Afu takes off his mask. “I had to get rid of him somehow.”
“Wh? Wha??” Breanna makes a face. “Afu… what are you doing?”
He pulls his drink out from his scuba gear pack and bends on one knee as he offers it to her. “Making a splash,” he declares. “Setting myself apart from the others. Plus… when I wear this thing, people think I’m the crew, not a contestant.”
“I see,” she takes a sip of the Lotta Cocolata in a coconut glass. “Mmm… this is really good. Put the chocolate… in the co-co-nut!” she smirks. “You know… you look really good… even in that scuba suit.”
Afu’s Confessional:Chocolate and coconut. Gets ’em every time.
Breanna returned to the counter.
“Are you enjoying your evening?” Miguel asks.
“Yes, I am,” she smiles, thinking of Afu’s dark brown eyes.
“I meant to tell you. I love your crown of flowers,” Miguel compliments.
“Why thank you,” she nods.
“I once… went to a party…” Andy says, trying to catch his breath. “…where we danced for four hours… in the nude.”
“Really, dude?” Griffin rolls his eyes. “We’re talking to a lady here.”
“Hmm…we’re comfortable… in our… sk…skin…” Andy’s eyes widened as he looked at Griffin. “Wasn’t I tryin’ to proof… what a guy… you were!”
“Prove,” Afu corrects.
“Here!” Andy slams a glass onto the counter. “I don’t want this…anymore!”
“I could watch you smile all night long, beautiful,” he says.
“Here,” he offers. “Let me help you with that.”
He tosses out the drink. Andy shrieks and runs out of the tiki hut in frustration.
“I found it,” Andy declares, throwing his arm up in the air, holding onto an empty glass and a lime slice. “Griffin… he threw out… that man’s…” he sputters, pointing at Hunter. “…drink. He… he… he… cheated!”
“You’re allowed one sabotage,” Neal reminds everyone.
Griffin winces. “Okay, I did. I’m sorry. But he had a backup,” he shrugs in Hunter’s direction.
“Yeah, it’s all good, man,” Hunter offers a truce.
“What?” Andy growled. “You mean I crawled… around… bushes… for nothing?! You all stink!”
“No you stink, man,” Afu plugs his nose and waves his hand. “Go home, man.”
“You okay?” Miguel inquires as he joins Breanna on the loveseat. “Some guys don’t know how to treat a lady.”
“I’m okay,” she replies. “Thank you for asking. He’s uh…” she glances over her shoulder at an angry Andy stomping toward the mainhouse. “…determined…” she manages.
Miguel closes his eyes and waves his hand. “My lady, you are kinder than the rest of us would be.”
“So Miguel,” she begins. “Tell me about your work in the jungle. You were a bush pilot and you hunted treasure, but you were injured?”
“Yes, I spent half a year in a coma,” he replies. “…after touching a poisoned artifact and falling down a very dark shaft. It was a difficult time in my life, but my parents stayed by my side and watched over me, praying I’d return to them. Even if my life was in peril, the jungle is still a beautiful place. She calls to us adventurers in our dreams.
She tilted her head. “And you want to go back? I can see it in your eyes.”
“Yes,” he admits. “I should like to take someone with me too. Perhaps you… someday.”
“Oh… I don’t know…” she turns away shyly. “I’m not sure I am cut out for wandering around dark ruins and exploring the depths of the jungle. There might be bugs there…” she squirms.
Miguel laughs. “My lady, I promise you… they are more afraid of you than you are of them.”
“Someone read the dossier…” she says, impressed.
Miguel tilts his head, observing Hunter’s famous bottle stack. “You are really good at that.”
“You’re still out here?” Miguel asks, finding Breanna outside her hut. “I was just about to go for a walk on the beach… if you care to join me.”
“Shall we look for treasure?” he asks.
“Oh?” she stops, staring off into the horizon. “Yes, let’s comb the beach together, and the winner gets to take something from the loser, right?” she bites her lip, purposely coy.
He smiles and nods. “You remembered.”
“Feeling better?” he inquires.
“Yes, much,” she bobs her head. “Thank you…” she laughs. “It’s a little silly. And I didn’t even win the contest. I should give you something not the other way around.”
“I don’t mind,” he smiles. “My jacket looks good on you. Maybe even better.”
“Aww… look at those two,” Holly sighs happily as she watches two couple dialoging from a distance. “I wonder what they’re saying…” she snaps a few pictures.
“Come on Holly, let’s give them a moment,” Merry says. “And you’re in your pajamas anyhow.”
“Oh…okay,” Holly agrees reluctantly. “I just hope I don’t miss anything good.”
Author Notes: Wow… what a chapter. Okay, first of all, let me say, I tried my absolute hardest to not play favorites. All the actions in this chapter by the guys were autonomous (except, I cheated and went into CAS to have Miguel share his jacket with Breanna because it was too cute an opportunity to pass up, and it just seemed like something he would do).
Here’s what the guys did in the competition:
Hunter (Silent Film)
Griffin (Root beer float)
Mort (Von Haunt Estate Meloire)
Afu (Lotta Cocolata)
Andy (Dim and Gusty)
Miguel (Tang and Zing*) (*doesn’t count – submitted late)
The way I determined the winner was by having Breanna drink a little of each option. The drink that made Breanna “flirty” or the happiest (by default) would be the winning drink. Breanna was the happiest after Afu’s drink and also feeling flirty for the first time during the evening so he won the competition. I know. It’s a bit subjective. I tried. I originally set up the competition to last between 10pm and midnight. It actually went to almost two am.
I had to box in the set a few times to get the guys to actually stay in the same spot, and I think I had to change the back door twice too. Let’s just say one’s the screen door and the other one’s the solid. Outfit changes. Bladder fails. Hunger pangs. Taking dips into the swimming pool. Musical chairs. And they all still survived. Barely.
Andy was the most drunk of the bunch. Poor guy. He did choose to autonomously “yell” at Breanna. Twice?!?! Uh oh… it’s not looking good for Andy. Griffin did genuinely “steal” Hunter’s first drink for Breanna. And then left the glass outside in the bushes?? Afu chose to wear a scuba suit at one point. I laughed hysterically.
Miguel and Breanna autonomously wandered to the beach. I did have Breanna ask him to be in a group to make it easier to get good screenshots together. I sent Merry and Holly (who was already dressed for bed) to follow for “photos.” I guess they did get to do the treasure hunt after all. Miguel found a sea urchin. Breanna found nothing and was super ticked off when a bird pooped on her. That’s when I got the idea for the jacket.
I had to use some creative angles because I couldn’t really justify why Miguel would give Breanna his jacket, shirt, and tie. XD Unfortunately, his shirt had to be changed a smidge too (and it’s not the same tie, but who cares? We’ll say the moonlight brought out the shiny white lines). And then he rolled a whim to kiss Breanna, and Breanna rolled a whim to kiss Miguel. I couldn’t help it. I had to indulge them.
Author Notes:Alright, before the vote, I’d like to explain the roses one more time. Each of the ladies who received roses will receive a bonus point, and they are safe from elimination! That means, the only two ladies up for elimination are Leilani Lovemore and Oliana Kealoha. UNLESS… in the next few days, someone else’s points dip below theirs. Let me explain. If another contestant, other than Leilani and Oliana, has lower romance and friendship points on the 3rd day, they may not be safe from elimination.
This may or may not sway your votes. You can vote for your favorite, or you can vote to save one of these two ladies. The choice is yours. They will also have opportunities to boost their scores in the next two days before the elimination.
Hortance is the only one of the seven ladies to opt for a romantic encounter with Levi during the evening opportunity for extra points so she’s the only one with bonus points. Bonus points are gained by autonomous interactions instigated by the bachelorette contestant (not the bachelor) and confessionals do not count. I waited 3 hours to try and be fair.
Here’s the points as they stand after the initial meet-and-greets and the rest of the night.
Alright, now it’s your turn.
For all of you watching, enter your vote now. Who do you think should go home with extra points today! Bachelorette Candidates are listed in alphabetical order.
Feel free to let me (the writer) know in the comments or over on the forums why you made your selection.
“Heyyy! I’m Levi,” he waves to the next contestant.
“Hi, I’m Oliana, of the Kealoha tribe,” she replies with a big bright smile.
“Kealoha, so you are a native also?” he deduces.
“Yes,” she says. “May I sit?”
“Of course!” he exclaims. “Please… sit… Oliana.”
“Thank you,” she flushes with pride. “I am happy to be here.”
“I am happy you’re here too,” he says, genuinely. “Tell me about yourself.”
“I must first say welcome to our island. I hope our people treat you like a king,” she says, warmly. “Of course, our own Sulanian king might take offense if you steal too many of his women,” she laughs.
“Um… thank you?” he replies, hesitantly.
“The Manave family has ruled for centuries over our tiny island kingdom, but do not worry,” she winks. “Kings with enormous appetites rarely leave their thrones. It is impractical. His a…KING… back prevents lots of movement,” she laughs over her pun.
“I see…” Levi manages.
“Don’t worry. The Manave family is good friends with the Kealohas,” she reassures. “I’ve even heard the king himself make that joke.”
“Okay,” Levi relaxes. “Good. I’d hate to compete with a king.”
“Then again, his mime nephew might…” she teases.
“Okay, now you must be joking,” Levi starts to smile and shakes his head.
“Not at all, he really is a mime,” she confirms. “He started a mime club.”
“What’s a mime club?” Levi inquires.
She smiled and moved her fingers across her lips as if sealing them. “The first rule of mime club is… do not talk about mime club.”
“Uh huh,” he bobs his head.
“Oh I have another one,” she exclaims. “A waste truck driver is speeding along a road and out of no where another waste truck driver crashes into him. When they get out of their vehicles to assess the damage, they realize they’ve made a huge mess in the road. One of them says, ‘Well…poop!'”
“Ugh!” Levi squirms, covering his mouth as he gags. “I’m just thinking of the nasty smells.”
“Sorry, that one’s a little…dirty…” she snickers.
Levi laughs awkwardly. “You’re fun…ny.”
“Thank you,” Oliana remarks. “You’re a good listener. I’ve made too many jokes to be polite and you’re still listening.”
“Naw…” he waves his hand. “Jokes are a good way to break the ice.”
“What do you like to do for fun?” she asks.
“Play video games,” he replies. “I’ve almost beat my high score on Blicblock.”
“Block…blic?” she repeats. “What is that?”
“What?” his eyes grow wide. “You’ve never heard of it? It’s a puzzle game where you match up colored squares,” he explains.
“I like games,” she smiles. “I would race you on the water on the AquaZips.”
“Ah yes,” he replies. “I see we have those here. I’ve already gone out one or two times.”
“It looks like fun, and it would be more fun with you, I think,” she says shyly.
“I’d like that,” he replies.
“It was nice to meet you, Oliana,” Levi gives her a hug.
“Thank you…” Oliana returns the embrace. “Oh wait… I have one more. What does the butcher tell a new client who walks in his door?”
“Nice to meat you! Get it?”
“Huh…huh…hilarious!” Levi half-heartedly chuckles.
“Hi, I’m Indie, and this is such a beautiful and warm night, isn’t it?” the lady with the off-the-shoulder black-and-blue dress greeted. “I saw sea turtles and even a dolphin on the way over here.”
“Welcome to Sulani,” Levi says. “I haven’t seen a dolphin yet. I’m jealous.”
“I just love dolphins!” Indie’s eyes light up. “I love all critters, actually, but dolphins are such intelligent, graceful creatures. What’s your favorite animal?”
“Good question,” Levi rubs his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never had any pets.”
“Never had any animal companions!” Indie gasps. “We must change that.”
“I guess… pigeons don’t count,” he laughs, sheepishly.
“All animals count,” she replies. “Did you train them?”
“Oh no,” he shakes his head. “But I did feed a few outside my window. You’re from San Myshuno too, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m a food critic,” she confirms. “I frequent the stalls in the Spice Corridor. Well, all over the city, but especially there,” she continues.
“That’s where I’m from,” he exclaims.
“I know,” she replies. “It’s a small wonder we haven’t run into each other there.”
“Perhaps we have,” he remarks. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Grilled cheese,” she grins cheesily. “It’s such a kid food, but it’s so delicious. And you can spice it up in so many different ways with tomatoes and gourmet cheeses and herbs and different kinds of breads.”
“You’re very passionate about food, aren’t you?” he replies as his stomach rumbles. “Actually you’re making me hungry.”
“Oh! You haven’t eaten yet!” she says, her eyes growing wide. “I can fix that. Let’s go into the kitchen and I’ll whip you something up.”
“It’s fine, Indie,” he assures. “I can wait.”
“Ooo… you’re in for a treat!”
“If it’s that important to you…” Levi says, seriously, as he takes her hands. “…I’d consider changing my ways.”
“No guy has ever wanted to change for me before,” Indie’s eyes well with tears and she sighs happily.
“Does this mean I’m not going home?” she asks.
“Not tonight at least,” he says. “Why don’t you finish those sandwiches for us?”
“Me Nakaia. You? Levi?” she points to herself as she sits down on the couch next to him.
“Uh…” he laughs, distracted by the open back of her dress. “Hi… and yes, I am. That was funny.”
“I wanted a memorable introduction,” she replies.
“I’m an actress, a conservationist, and an island native,” she continues. “I work out religiously, mostly in the water and lifting weights.”
“I like a lady who’s fit,” Levi responds. “I myself enjoy a good workout.”
“Great, then you won’t slow me down,” she teases.
“Hey!” he exclaims. “I guess that’s fair. We’ll have to make it a competition.”
“Even better,” Nakaia agrees. “I bet I can hold my breath way longer than you, but don’t worry. If you pass out, I’ll rescue you.”
“Heh…ha!” he chuckles weakly.
“That outfit is beauitful,” he tries to change the subject.
“Thank you,” she flexes her arms. “I figured it was a good way to show off these babies…” she pats her biceps. “And I had a feeling red…” she winks. “…was a good choice.”
“You’re rocking the red,” he nods.
“And you look handsome in the orange,” she compliments.
“Thank you,” he grins. “Orange is one of my favorite colors. I think it brings out my eyes.”
“Really?” she leans close and narrows her own eyes. “They aren’t orange.”
“It was a joke,” he smirks. “Looks like they turned the lights off on us. Should we head inside? I think the bartender quit for the evening, but I could whip us up something.”
“I’d like a sparkling water, please,” she requests.
“I make a good sparkling water,” he jokes. “…but you make even more sparkling companionship.”
She smiles sweetly. “Thank you.”
“Tell me about being a conservationist,” he asks as he opens the fridge and is surprised to see there are no sparkling waters in stock.
“I am pretty new to my job. I am a field assistant. My boss and I observe wildlife on the islands,” she says.
“That’s certainly interesting,” he replies. “Is that your dream job?”
“Heavens no!” she shakes her head. “”I would really like to be a fisheries specialist actually,” she explains. “I’d inspect freshwater fisheries and make sure they are following protocols to reintroduce endangered populations to the wild. I also would like to be a cinema consultant and ensure no fishies are harmed in the making of movies on sets. I was already speaking with this set’s animal consultant.”
“That’s really cool,” Levi said. “An admirable dream.”
“Thank you so much,” Nakaia takes the rose and closes her eyes as she inhales the fragrance. “I’ll be thinking of you tonight when I put this by my bed.”
Author Notes: Thanks for reading, everyone. I had fun with the meet-and-greet with all the ladies. MaggieMarley‘s Oliana kept cracking jokes – tell a joke about politicians, tell a joke about mimes, tell a gross joke, tell a dirty joke. And she gave “fake bad news” twice?!? Oh dear! I think it might have hurt her chances. nerdfashion’sIndie got up in the middle of their meet-and-greet to cook. Thankfully Levi followed her and I got some screenies of them in the kitchen. Munterbacon’sNakaia also wandered off to the kitchen too. A little hungry, ladies, aren’t we? Actually, guava-wood-smoked goat cheese is a thing in Hawaii. Yum. Indie autonomously kissed Levi, earning her a rose. Unfortunately, Levi rolled a whim to make out with Hortance right after his meet-and-greet with Indie. Nakaia chose the funny introduction. Despite Levi’s flirty mood, Nakaia did not reciprocate and does not have any pink in her bar. Hmm…we’ll see how these three ladies fare in the next few days.
Your turn. You’ll have the opportunity to vote tomorrow. Tell us in the comments or over on the forums who’s your favorite of the two and why.
Will Oliana have another chance to impress Levi and do something more than just joke around? Will Indie be able to win Levi over to vegetarianism, and will her kiss give her a much-needed edge? Will Nakaia be able to score some romantic points with Levi in the near future? Stay tuned!
I hope I’m not late, Kiana panicked as she ran up on the beach outside the bachelor estate. Wow, this place is gorgeous, she took a few moments to look around, noting the lovely palm trees and sea grasses and flowers and the open-air concept of the home.
As Kiana was walking up, Neal felt his heart pounding from behind the camera. He couldn’t be here. It was too painful. He ducked behind a plant and let Levi has his moment.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Levi greets.
“Heya,” Kiana says, trying to force a smile. “I’m Kiana.”
“Are you okay?” Levi inquires. “You look a little flushed.”
“I ran over here,” she replies and makes a face as she tries to adjust her strap. “Heels and sand don’t mix well.”
“Didn’t catch the island limo?” Levi winks.
“Uh, I didn’t have time,” she swallows hard and shakes her head, realizing the irony of her statement. “I liked the walk. It was very pretty. This is a beautiful place, Sulani.”
“Where are you from?” Levi asks.
“Del Sol Valley,” she replies. “But I’m looking for a change of pace. And you? You’re from San Myshuno?”
“Yeah, Spice Quarter,” he says. “We have the best festivals.”
“We have the best movie premieres,” she quips.
He laughs. “You’re funny. Of course, valley of stars.”
“I am?” she replies, nervously. “I don’t really think so.”
“What do you do?” he inquires to put her at ease.
“I like yoga and cooking. I love learning new recipes. I hope while I’m here to learn some good Sulanian barbecue,” she replies.
“Really? I love that!” Levi exclaims.
“What?” she starts to smile.
“I asked what you do and you said something other than your career,” he responds. “That’s what I tell people too.”
“That’s cool,” she replies. “I am a yoga instructor for work.”
“I bet you’re really flexible,” he grins.
Her eyes widen. “Uh… yeah, I guess…” she makes a face. “I like to stay in shape and stay active. Practicing wellness and balance is important to me… as is a good homecooked meal.”
“We’ll have lots of time to stay active and good eats,” he assures. “Did you know you have a…”
“Ooohhh!” she squeals and brings up her hands defensively. “Get it out! Get it out! Get it out!” she shakes her arms vigorously.
He plucks a piece of pink string from her hair. “Just a string,” he swallows a smile.
“Oh good,” she breathes a sigh of relief. “I’m deathly afraid of bugs. Do they have bugs here? I’m sure they do… and spiders…. ewwwwww!”
“You’re safe with me,” Levi reassures. “I promise you… no bugs. I’ll even see that the butler makes an extra sweep of your suite to assure no extra critters will be sharing your space.”
“Really?” her face lights up and she grimaces awkwardly. “Thank you. Sorry… is that too girly?”
“No problem at all,” he shakes his head. “Say you know what helps me get my mind off things that freak me out?”
“Give a guy a break,” he replies.
Kiana struts toward him, shaking her hips.
“A model?” he tries. “Oh wait… I already said that.”
“You’re not very good at this,” Kiana deduces.
“A hint, please?” Levi begs.
Kiana sits down, leans close, and whispers in his ear. “A woman without arms.”
“She lays down arms?” he puzzles. “Like a peacemaker?”
“No, not those kinds of arms. Arms!” she waves her own around vigorously. “I was the statue of Veni.”
“Ahhhh!” he smiles, recognizing her movements instantly. “The Simul goddess of love and passion. Good choice.”
“I enjoyed that,” he says, seductively.
“What?” she replies, her shoulder bumping his own. “The game?”
“No, you whispering in my ear,” he says, pleasant shivers running through his body.
“Oh!” she jerks back to an appropriate distance. “I hope I wasn’t too forward. I’m used to getting in people’s space when I’m trying to demonstrate how to do certain poses.”
“You can help me pose all…day… long…” Levi wiggles his eyebrows. “I bet you get everyone really fired up in the mornings.”
“I do,” she pumps her arm in the air. “I ask ‘Are we ready to be whole? Are we ready to be well?’ It helps center the mind on good positive vibes. I also used to be a wellness coach.”
“Oh really?” he bobs his head, grinning like a school boy. “Any tips for me now?”
She reaches out and touches his lower back.
“Stop that,” he flinches and giggles.
“Stop wiggling,” she chides gently. “I’m trying to help you. Your core…” she indicates on herself. “…is misaligned. You need to work on your posture.”
“It tickles,” Levi laughs, and breathes out heavily.
“I’ll show you on myself,” Kiana places her hands on her hips and straightens her shoulders.
“Okay, okay, now you know. I’m ticklish,” Levi says. “Don’t abuse that.” He winks at her.
“Greetings and salutations,” she lifts her lacy gloved arm and waves. “I am Hortance Hildenbrand and I just know already we’re going to have a fabulous time.”
“Well…wow…hhii…hiii…” Levi stammers.
“Aren’t you a doll!” she declares. “That face was made for the camera. I bet you don’t hear that very often. You and I would make a very attractive couple, don’t you think?” she flips her hair over her shoulder strategically.
“Heyy!!” he manages and waves in return. “Confidence… I like it.”
“Of course, confidence is the name of the game,” she replies. “How else am I going to get you to notice me? I want to stand out in every way possible from the other candidates because I want to be the best.”
“It’s certainly giving you an edge,” Levi agrees. “Please sit, Hortance. Tell me about yourself.”
“I hate suburbia,” she declares as she plops down in her seat. “Give me big city any day, or open land like this,” she sweeps her arm behind the porch. “Or ocean waves. Suburbia is a nightmare. I’m thrilled to hear you are from San Myshuno, but Levi, with all your success, couldn’t you afford to live somewhere other than the Spice Corridor?”
“Yes…” he leans back in surprise. “I suppose I could. I do keep offices in Uptown, but I was born and raised in the Corridor. It feels weird to leave.”
“Well,” Hortance straightens her skirt. “We can fix that. Maybe at least a penthouse in the Arts District. I love the arts.”
“Planning ahead are we?” Levi tilts his chin and grins.
Hortance waves her arms. “What can I say? I’m a woman who knows what she wants and I don’t want to wait around for it.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Levi says. “How would you decorate our apartment?” he asks, confidently.
“I like a mix of old and new,” she replies. “Antiques and industrial design.”
“Bold choices,” he responds. “And what else would we spend our time doing?”
“Reading the classics,” she replies. “I love literature. My favorite is Vlad the Impaler,” she replies. “Gothic Victorian horror… vampires are really just the most intelligent and sensual creatures, don’t you agree?”
“And it doesn’t keep you awake at night?” Levi asks, his eyes widening in surprise.
“No, would it keep you?” she inquires, her pitch raising a pinch. “If it does, I’d be happy to hold you close.”
“All… night… long?” he grins. “I think I’d like that… reading Gothic vampire novels in each other’s arms with a crackling fire and then a night of cuddling.”
Hortance suddenly jumped up out of her seat. “Is it hot out here or what?”
“Sweltering,” Levi agrees, as he is roasting in his tux.
“I say we head inside to someplace cooler,” Hortance suggests. “Maybe even a little more intimate?”
“Of course, I should get a rose,” Hortance agrees cockily. “You and I are connecting infinitely well, don’t you think?”
“Uh… uh… yeah… yes…and Hort…ance?” Levi squeaks.
“Spit it out, honey,” Hortance urges. “You’ve got to get through three more interviews after mine so we don’t have all night.”
“I’ve always… liked older women,” Levi manages.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Hortance chooses the orange bed to match Levi’s orange tux. “…older women are more experienced… and sophisticated.”
“And what exactly are you experienced in?” Levi asks, seriously.
“Everything,” Hortance says, a slow smile creeping across her face. “How to make you laugh. How to make you smile.”
“How to fry you up an egg on a Sunday morning just the way you like. How to massage the tension right out of your shoulders after a long day at work.”
“How to meet your needs in the boudoir. Of course, I have my own needs too, and you, young men, can be vigorous… and passionate, I think, and I expect you to go fishing sometimes also.”
“Fishing?” he stops, startled.
“Yes, it’s such a manly activity,” she takes a dainty sip of her beverage. “Don’t you think?”
“I guess,” he lays a hand on his leg. “You don’t want to go fishing with me?”
“Heavens no!” she shakes her head. “I will go to brunch with my girlfriends. Or antiquing or something.”
“I think it’s time for you to move along,” she says. “Too bad. We were just starting to hit it off.”
“What?” Levi exclaims as he jumps up to follow Hortance. “Where are you going?”
“To explore the rest of the estate, of course,” she replies. “You have fun with all the girls.”
“Do I have to?” Levi lets the words slip out.
“Honey, I can’t monopolize your entire evening,” Hortance fluffs her hair. “I have places to go and people to see too.”
“Now wait… just a minute…” he exclaims. “Just who are you going to see?”
“Why? Jealous?” she says, appearing pleased at his reaction. “Don’t be, darling. I’m just popular and in demand. All the young girls want advice from a seasoned woman like me… but…” she takes his hands. “…at the end of the evening, when you’re tired out, think of me, and I’ll be around for you… whatever…” she kisses his hands. “…you…need…”
Author’s Notes: In my Sim world of Simterra, Veni is a representative of Venus or Aphrodite. Vlad the Impalerwas also the inspiration for Dracula.
Wow! That wasn’t at all how I expected those encounters to go. First, kittymeow’sKiana – she walked clear to the end of the porch while Levi sat down. Don’t know why, but I decided they were playing charades. Levi was attracted to both ladies (and after encountering Kiana, he rolled a whim to schedule a date with Kiana), but both VanPelt81‘s Hortance and Levi rolled whims to woohoo after their meet-and-greet (and Levi also got the ‘cold shower’ whim). Levi couldn’t stop telling dirty jokes to Kiana while he was a little flustered with Hortance, and she really took charge of the conversation. At the end of their meet-and-greets, both ladies got a rose, but Hortance definitely has higher romance points with Levi at this point. I’m already thinking of the Fountain Penthouse for Hortance and Levi… if she makes it that far.
What do you think? Tell us in the comments or over on the forums who’s your favorite of the two and why. Will Hortance’s over-confidence kill or improve her chances? Will Kiana stand a chance if she’s interested in two different men?
Neal barely had time to make it back and meet Levi. He felt a bit guilty about taking a contestant away from the bachelor, but he was on Cloud Nine. Kiana was so beautiful, and she kissed him! Just like that! Neal hoped she still had a chance to find love with Levi. He really wanted to wish the other man well.
“You’re looking spiffy!” he compliments.
“Thanks, and you are rocking that pink,” Levi remarks.
“I couldn’t exactly come buck naked,” Neal quips.
Levi laughs hysterically. That wasn’t that funny, was it? Neal wonders.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Let’s do this,” Levi grins. “Bring on the ladies.”
“Hello!” Levi says suavely. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh it is a sari,” Leilani says. “…from New Simbai. Do you like it?” she nervously opens her hands so he can get a full view and forces a smile as she eagerly anticipates his answer.
“The lace is lovely,” he replies. “You must really like pink. Are you from Simbai?”
“Oh no, I am from here… from Sulani,” Leilani responds.
“Ehhhhh…you don’t look like an islander,” Levi shrugs.
“Oh,” she exclaims, wishing she had not taken Karleen’s advice with ‘dress to impress‘. “I should have worn my everyday outfit. You would like my seashells, I think, yes? This…” she looks down at herself shyly. “…outfit is… it helps women who need jobs. I just wore it because…”
“Oh don’t get me wrong. It’s very pretty,” Levi rushes out.
“Oh good,” she bobs her head. “I promise. I am a native. I grew up on Ohan’ali.”
“Really? I’m Levi… and I’m sorry I should’ve asked your name,” he blinks rapidly and offers his hands apologetically.
“I accept your hands of friendship,” she replies. “I am Leilani of the Lovemore clan, but I was raised by the Hoapili clan.”
“That is a beautiful name, Leilani,” Levi says. “What does it mean?”
“My goodness,” she gasps, her jaw dropping open. “How do you keep your hands so soft?”
Levi chuckles at her distraction. “Oh it’s a mandarin hand creme from The New Bland.”
“That is amazing,” she exclaims, absently rubbing his fingers. “They are the softest hands I have ever felt.”
“Thank you,” Levi grins. “You can hold them all day, sweetheart.”
“I am a sweetheart,” Leilani declares and drops his hands. “My last name is Lovemore, of course. I’d like to know more about you, Levi. I can tell by your hands that you take good care of yourself and that you are a kind soul.”
“Really?” he snickers. “All that from my hands?”
“The hands say much about how a person interacts with the world. You work indoors, no?” she inquires.
“Yes, I’m a programmer and a consultant by trade, and you, Leilani?” he asks.
“I fish people from the sea,” she smiles.
“A lifeguard?” he perks up, and recommends they sit.
“You must be very fit,” he continues.
“Oh yes, I swim for miles and miles a day,” she confirms. “It is my favorite workout.”
“I like swimming,” he replies. “I prefer high intensity cardio, but I’m also really spiritual and like to meditate… if I don’t fall asleep,” he smirks.
“Do you speak to your ancestors when you meditate?” she asks.
“My ancestors?” he shakes his head. “No, I just like to clear my mind before going into a business deal.”
“Oh,” she seems disappointed. “I like to commune with the island spirits.”
“Everything is so alive around here, I’m told,” Levi says.
“Yes, I like to think I can connect with my parents,” Leilani says. “They passed on from this life to the next when I was a teen.”
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” Levi replies. “I was pretty much raised by my grandma. My mom is… well, I don’t actually know. She left when I was a kid. And my dad, he’s always had health issues, and he’s spent a lot of time in hospitals.”
“That is sad,” Leilani lowers her head. “I bet they are proud of you. I hear you have your own company.”
“I do,” he says, placing his hands on his hips proudly. “Imagine Icarus.”
“An interesting name. Icarus? The boy who built wings and flew too close to the sun, no?” she inquires.
“The very one. He just didn’t have someone like me backing him. See I help people find the materials and the connections they need to get their ideas to take flight,” he explains. “Like your beautiful dress…”
“My dress?” Leilani blushes.
“You said it helps support women who need jobs?” he replies.
“Oh, yes,” she bobs her head. “…they make the dresses in San Myshuno, sell them online and in the city boutique, and send the money back to their families.”
“Someone thought that was a great idea! And someone like me helps those kinds of people find the connections to make those kinds of things happen. So what’s your dream, Leilani?”
“My dream?” she repeats. “I want to bridge a better understanding between my people and the world. I think we could learn much from each other. I would like to find…” she lowers her eyes and flutters her eyelashes. “…a partner to share my love for this beautiful land and its people.”
“That sounds like an admirable dream,” Levi replies.
“And you take people’s dreams and make them come true?” Leilani probes.
“It’s not as easy as that,” he says. “I have dozens of applications daily to work with my consultants and I. Some projects are easier to fund and actually see to fruition than others. I like the especially challenging ones,” he winks.
“And my dream?” she asks hopefully. “Is it challenging enough?”
“The human component always makes things challenging,” Levi nods. “I think it’s a…nice… dream. I look forward to learning more about the Sulanians.”
“Thank you,” she smiles meekly.
Caroline walks up onto the porch, heart pounding, head swirling. Since the camera crew didn’t appear to be ready, she plops down in a chair, noticing a guy in an orange suit sitting nearby. Wasn’t he the spokesperson for The New Bland commercials? Or maybe he was the house butler? The butler… that’s right?
“Hi, uh, would you mind getting me a glass of water?” she asks. “I think I might…” she gulps and whispers, “…faint.”
“Well hello, darling!” Levi grins. “You know. I saw you coming from across the way, and I fainted, and hit my head. So I am going to need your name and number for insurance reasons.”
Seeing her stunned look as she throws her hands in the air, he laughs. “I’m Levi, by the way.”
“What?” Caroline gasps and jumps up. “Oh my gawd! Now I really will faint…” she waves her arms. “I’m so… sorry…” she grabs at her necklace. “…my throat is so…dry… it must be all the sand… or salt… or sea air… or…wow! You’re Levi?” she winces. “I’m so… sorry… I thought you were… the butler or something.”
“I don’t mind doing dishes for a beauty like you,” he teases. “And you are?”
“Dizzy,” she wheezes and clutches her chest. “I can’t… believe… I’m doing this… wrong.”
Levi jumps up immediately. “Please, sit down,” he waves his hand and helps her to a chair.
He waves his hand and requests a glass of water. Caroline gulps the whole thing down, and he requests a second.
“Uh thank you,” she flushes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, darling,” he shakes his head. “It’s natural to be nervous on television… and on a show like this… meeting the bachelor… me…” he grins. “…for the first time.”
“Wow,” she sighs. “…you’re even more perfect than I expected.”
He laughs, a deep-bellied, happy sound. She smiles and laughs a little too, relaxing into the chair.
“Do you normally have panic attacks?” he inquires. “Or is that too personal?”
“Uh… maybe…” she winces. “If you hadn’t come over and helped me sit down, I think my flight in the fight-or-flight response would’ve kicked in. I’m still so new to this kind of thing.”
“What? Television? Or finding love?” he asks.
“Both,” she squeaks.
“I think it’s adorable,” he smiles.
“You still don’t know my name,” she exclaims.
He smiles. “That’s okay. I can keep calling you darling for awhile until you do tell me.”
“I’m Caroline Grofield, and you are Levi Parrott,” she bobs her head. “Like the bird.”
“Caroline,” he repeats. “Is that a fork in your hair?”
“Oh,” Caroline laughs nervously and points. “A dinglehopper?” she grimaces. “…I thought it would… uh…make me stand out?” she squeaks out the last words.
“Like Ariel in The Teensy Weensy Melodic Mermaid?” he smiles. “I love Mister Wonderful remakes. A little pint-sized barmaid singing mermaid is a great twist on a classic fairy tale,” he grins cheekily. “I bet you’d look great dancing up there…” he points to the tiki bar behind them. “…like young Ariel… in those short shorts.”
“Oh I’m a horrible dancer,” she exclaims. “And I could never…” she shakes her head.
“You can’t be that bad, girl,” he says, standing up. “You should show me.”
“Okay,” she agrees reluctantly, dropping her hands to her sides and moving her shoulders up and down.
“Let’s see your moves,” he suggests.
“Like this?” she replies, stiffly and makes a pouty face as she shifts back and forth woodenly.
Levi laughs. “Come on, you can do it.”
Caroline laughs and relaxes her arms and moves back and forth to the beat Levi spontaneously starts humming.
“See, you’re doing it,” he encourages. “…and I bet you’d get all the numbers of guys at bars with that little outfit.”
Caroline shakes her head. “Bars? I don’t pick up guys in bars. I’m even worse at flirting… than I am at dancing.”
“Everyone knows how to flirt,” Levi says.
“Not me,” she disagrees.
“Alright, let’s see your best attempt,” he nudges.
“Okay… uh…” Caroline wiggles her fingers and half-heartedly says, “Rawrr!!”
Levi’s eyes widen and his face grows serious. “Sweetheart, you got me…. right there!”
“What? No!” she exclaims and chuckles weakly. “That was pathetic.”
“Pathetically cute,” he took her hands. “Look I want a girl who tries. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”
Caroline blushes shyly. “I…wanted this to go perfect. It certainly has not.”
“And that’s why this is… already more perfect… than you know!” Levi declares as he spontaneously kisses Caroline!
Caroline swings back, hands flying to her heart as she clutches her top and gasps in total shock.
“Surprise!” Levi points at her happily. “I hope you don’t mind, darling.”
“Mi…mi…mmmind?” she stammers. “W…w..wha…wow! What?” she giggles and grins right at the camera. “Did that…just happen?”
Holly bobs her head up and down vigorously.
Levi smiles. “Okay, Caroline. I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Today I’m giving extra special ladies a rose… before the rose ceremony even…”
“What?” Caroline half-laughs and half-cries as she runs a hand through her hair.
“Yes, and you already get a rose,” Levi declares, whipping one out from the nearby scuba gear closet. “It will guarantee you extra points to help save you from future eliminations.”
“Oh my!” Caroline’s cheeks are a deep rosy red. “Th…tha…thank you…you…Le…vi!”
“You’re so… so welcome, darling,” he smiles sweetly.
Author Notes: Thank you for reading everyone. I so enjoyed introducing the lovely Leilani (from divanthesimmer) and cute Caroline (from TheYayToast) to Levi. Now I’ll explain a few things that happened.
First of all, Levi was checking out Neal’s dog Mellie at the beginning of this chapter. She wandered…er… flew… er…somehow got to Sulani all on her own.
Second, Neal rolled a whim to streak in the beginning?!?? I didn’t let him as it was time to get rolling, but funny!
Third, yes, Karleen was the consultant on all of their outfits. I numbered all their outfit choices from everyday, formal, and party wear and asked Karleen to pick (she rolled at random) and that’s how they selected their outfit for the night. I thought it would add a little randomness and make things fun. Plus Karleen’s inappropriate trait makes her outfit choices the craziest.
Levi was totally unimpressed with Leilani. He was actually really bored during their conversation. Poor dear. I thought she was sweet. I tried. But nope, he was just not that into her. She was oddly obsessed with his hands.
On the other hand, Levi was totally smitten by Caroline. Already so flirty. She went and grabbed two glasses of water before sitting down with the bachelor so I threw that bit in. Now about the dinglehopper… 1) Karleen mentioned it in the previous chapter and it was a riot! and 2) In the first take of this intro, Caroline had a random fork in her hand almost the whole time. I have no idea why. The game glitched out, and I didn’t get the screenies in my save, and she doesn’t actually have one in her hair, but I decided to sort-of include it in a quirky way… like the quirky gal Caroline is.
Caroline was totally casual at the beginning of their conversation, and then awkward and funny the whole rest of the time. Her dance moves and flirting were hysterical. Levi used pick-up line and flirt interactions primarily with Caroline. He autonomously kissed her, and then gave her a rose. I thought… what the hey! and included that bit about the roses with the rest of the ladies.
New Simbai is my Simworld version of India. Mister Wonderful films are a play on Walt Disney. I made up the ridiculous sounding title based on their whims – Go to a bar. Sing karaoke. Hire a maid. Change to swimwear… which made me think of the Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow-Polka-Dot Bikini song for some weird reason. xD
Okay, your turn. Tell us in the comments or over on the forums who’s your favorite of the two and why.Does Leilani deserve another chance and if so, what should she do to up her game? How do you think ‘hot mess’ Caroline will hold Levi’s interest long term?
Hortance decides to paint on the back dock, overlooking Sapphire Bay. The sunlight hitting the water at just the right angle is the perfect inspiration.
“Don’t trust the non-mermaids. They aren’t like us, and they will use their two-legged mastery to their advantage,” Nakaia warns.
Indie gasps. “Really? Everyone seems so nice.”
Nakaia shakes her head. “We’ve got a fin up on the competition… if we stick together.”
Oh Indie! So naive!
“You!” she screams. “Oh my gawd! I’m gonna die!”
“Oh wow… is that?” Oliana grins shyly as she recognizes the celebrity in their presence.
“Hey everyone,” Lizzie says. “Allow me to introduce you to my best friend and our special guest for the week, Karleen Corey-Bacon.”
“Wow, it’s a total honor to meet you,” Nakaia speaks up first. “I’m thrilled to have you here. I’ve followed your career all the way out here in Sulani, and you’ve got the best and craziest designs. So bold. So fresh. So…”
“…perfect?” Karleen finishes as she shoves a bite of food in her mouth. “Yeah, you don’t have to quote my company’s tagline. I know I’m perfect.”
“In like every way,” Caroline gasps out. “How do you get away with clashing colors?”
“I just go for it,” Karleen winks. “And you should too… go a little wild tonight!”
“Me?” Caroline squeaks. “Wild? Uh uh… I don’t know…” she shakes her head.
“Come on, Caroline, you might like it,” Nakaia encourages.
“What would you suggest?” Oliana inquires.
“See this?” Karleen holds up her fork. “Everyday utensil right? And then some girl named Ariel decides to rebrand it a dinglehopper… and wham!” she slams her hand into the table, startling Caroline. “…pure genius, you think?”
“We should wear silverware?” Indie squeaks from the end of the table, her eyes growing wide.
“Wear whatever you want,” Karleen shrugs. “Wear your robes and nothing else.”
Nakaia chuckles. Oliana swallows meekly. Indie flushes. Lizzie just shakes her head.
Caroline throws up her hands. “We can’t do that!”
“Just be sure to stand out!” Karleen advises.
“That’s exactly,” Hortance strolls up. “…what I intend to do!”
Author Notes: Thanks for reading! I’ve been telling my real-life friend whom Karleen is based upon about this story and she wanted in, so we’ve got a Karleen appearance. If you’ve read Livin’ A Simmin’ Life, you know all about Karleen and if not, well, I’ll just say she’s a character. I had fun featuring all the Sims you’ve submitted in this chapter to see who made early alliances and who will most likely be enemies and what all the ladies think of themselves and the competition. I gave all the ladies bathrobes and I found it funny many of them were hanging out in the sleepwear before changing for the evening. This chapter features Nakaia Aroha (submitted by Munterbacon),Oliana Kealoha (submitted by MaggieMarley/thisisarealpainx), Hortance Hildenbrand (submitted by VanPelt81), Caroline Grofield (submitted by TheYayToast/Ash Toast), Indie Jones (submitted by nerdfashion), and Leilani Lovemore (submitted by divanthesimmer). What are your thoughts? Who are your favorites?
“Aren’t you that photographer girl?” Hortance inquired.
Holly’s mouth gaped, surprised to see another candidate at the very same restaurant where Neal and Kiana were having a romantic meal off-camera.
“Yes,” she recovered quickly. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting a bite to eat,” Hortance replied. “Those breakfast sandwiches were not nearly filling enough, and you and your sister weren’t around to cook for us.”
“Lizzie is filling in today,” Holly explained. “You didn’t like the breakfast sandwiches? She’s a pretty good cook too.”
“I wanted an omelette,” Hortance sniffed. “And the other ladies just scooped them right up. Just liked they scooped other things…” she cast a glance over her shoulder and smiled a little too brightly. “…right up.”
Holly grimaced. She knew. Hortance and Kiana were roomies after all, right? At least last night. She knows.
“Well, I’m off,” Hortance continued in her cheery high-pitched tone. “…wouldn’t want to be caught sneaking off campus?” she smirked. “Ta ta!”
“Bye Hortance,” Holly managed, wondering if the woman was going to ‘out’ her competition.
“Oh and Holly?” Hortance glanced over her shoulder. “Be sure to get a close up. The poor girl had puffy eyes this morning though I can’t imagine why!” She laughed daintily and sauntered off to the sand where she called a water cab.
“What’s happening? What did I miss?”
“Nothing much,” Merry shrugged. “I snapped a few photos for you while I waited.”
“What’s this? What are they saying?” Merry asked as she pulled out a piece of paper to scribble notes. “Gah! Why do I scribble such indecipherable things?”
“Hi,” Merry waved at a passing couple.
Holly stiffened. “Stop it! Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” Merry inquired. “It’s Lizzie and Joseph.”
“Wave to people,” Holly reached out and grabbed her sister’s hand. “You might draw attention to us, and then I won’t get to break this story to the producer.”
“You’re freaking out about your notes,” Merry sighed. “How is that any different?”
“It is, trust me,” Holly grunted, and continued to discreetly look through her camera in her lap. “They shared a menu? That’s adorable! But what are they saying?”
“How should I know?” Merry sniffed. “I’m not the busybody. You are.”
“This is my job, Mer.”
“What?” Kiana exclaimed. “No way. That’s where I went to high school too.”
“In Del Sol Valley?” Neal replied. “Yeah, I was president of the drama club in ’06 to ’08.”
“I was in drama club too,” Kiana replied. “Obviously different years than you.”
“I bet you would be a radiant Juliette,” Neal swooned a little. “…from Simeo and Juliette.”
“Nope,” she shook her head. “How about a snarky Beatrix from Munch Ado About Nothin’ Much?”
“Really? You as Beatrix?” Neal replied. “I bet you did a great job. I never got great parts in the plays despite being the drama club president. I think it’s because I was running around trying to make sure everyone else was settled and then got whatever was left over.”
“I’m sure you did wonderfully,” Kiana surmised.
“I wanted to get over stage fright in public speaking. That’s how I ended up in drama club,” Neal explained.
“It evidently helped. You’re here on a television set,” Kiana nodded.
“Yeah, but I still prefer to stay outta the limelight,” Neal admitted, sheepishly.
“Aww, those two are adorable together,” Merry grinned, with a smile as bright as the sunshine.
Holly’s pen broke against her page. “Gah!” she scribbled all over the paper in frustration. “What’s happening? And why can’t I write anything that makes any sense? Drama club…” she made a mental note to investigate Del Sol Valley High and see if she could dig up yearbook pictures of Neal and Kiana.
“You’re the one who sat there,” Merry remarked. “I’d be happy to switch spots with you.”
“I think they’re ordering now,” Merry said.
“Really?” Holly pulled out her phone, deciding it was more efficient and faster for notetaking. “What are they ordering?” she tilted back in her chair, leaning her arm against the back rungs and awkwardly glanced over her shoulder.
“Aww… so cute,” Merry exclaimed. “He ordered for her.”
Kiana waved her hands. “I hope you don’t think I’m a snob because I ordered a fancy plate and a glass of wine. I suppose I’m on vacation now in Sulani so I should probably order an island local dish.”
“Nonsense,” Neal closed his eyes and shook his head. “Order what you want.”
“I guess,” she laughed. “I am a bit of a food snob. I like gourmet. I dreamed of being a celebrity chef as a kid.”
“Really?” Neal remarked. “I thought I’d be an astronaut.”
“Why didn’t you go?” she inquired.
“Eyesight. I could get the surgery, but eh… I like being a television personality better anyway,” he responded.
“I think you make a fine TV host,” she remarked. “And are you sure it’s okay I ordered what I did?” she still seemed hesitant.
“Yes, I’m buying,” Neal said, laying a hand on her own. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I could pay for my meal,” Kiana offered. “I know we really probably shouldn’t be here… but can I ask you something?” she slumped against the back of the booth and laid her hand on the table. “Why did you ask me out today?”
“I’m going to be completely honest with you,” Neal began. “I haven’t had the best luck with women. My work schedule is pretty hectic. I travel often and I don’t always get back home as much as I’d like.”
“Actually, I have a little place out in the middle of the Bloom Desert on the edge of Oasis Springs,” he replied. “I like to get off grid every once in awhile when I’m not working, and the desert is my sanctuary. Is that weird?”
“Not at all,” Kiana shook her head. “I imagine it’s very peaceful out there.”
Neal bobbed his head. “Especially at night. When the air cools down and you can hear the coyotes howl in the distance. It’s where I like to take a lantern and go out and sit on my porch and write.”
“What do you write?” she asked.
“Anything and everything that comes to mind. I’m not trying to write the next great Sim National novel, but I do like to take in the world around me and appreciate nature, witness the stars, and let the iambic pentameter flow to me,” he explained.
“You write poetry?” her eyes widened. “Wow! That’s really cool!”
“Anyhow,” he continued. “…and uh… thank you.”
“I think I scare women away. I travel so much and I’m not around enough. I’d rather go be a hermit in Desert Bloom State Park than I would hobnob with celebs in Del Sol Valley. My idea of a fun evening is sitting at home on my porch with my dog, writing poetry by firelight than dancing the night away at the best skyscraper clubs in San Myshuno,” Neal admitted.
“You have a dog?” she probed, tilting her head as she purposely avoided adding she thought it sounded like a great idea to just sit on the porch in the evenings.
She didn’t want to admit she was attracted to someone other than the bachelor.
“Yeah, Mellie,” he closed his eyes and declared proudly as he thought of his precious coonhound. “She was my dad’s dog until he passed. She actually starred in a Bow Wow and Meow Cheow commercial back in the day.”
“Wow, that’s so cool,” Kiana replied, enthusiastically. “I remember those commercials.”
“Yeah, well, I took her away from all the hullaballoo. She’s more at home in the desert and she can run around freely. Now she stays with my neighbor while I’m gone,” Neal explained, a sudden sadness overwhelming him. “I do miss her.”
“I bet you do,” Kiana said, sympathetically. “You never did answer my question though. Why me?”
“Because I’m a scardy cat, okay!” Neal exclaimed. “I live in my isolation and my safety and distance, and I never get out there and try and meet women. It’s not like they don’t find me, but I’m never enough for them. And I saw you and thought you were the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen and I thought, Neal, take a chance. Ask her out. I know I’m not supposed to and all and I can lose my contract, but I thought what the hey! If you said no, I’d let sleeping dogs lie, but now…”
“…I’m here…” she said, shyly and blushed. “I think you’re sweet. I, myself, am a bit tired of all the celebrity in Del Sol, and that’s why I’m here. Looking for a change. I’m really glad you asked, Neal.”
“Thank you,” Neal replied, the slightest hint of pink breaching his paler than ghost cheeks.
Holly squealed. Merry frowned.
“Girl, keep it down, remember?” Merry urged.
“Oh, but this is too cute!” Holly grinned. “I love it! I am shipping them already!”
“It’s a little against the rules, isn’t it?” Merry inquired.
“Yeah, but we’re not gonna tell, and so long as that Hortance woman doesn’t, I think these two might have a shot!” Holly exclaimed.
The sisters ordered their meal. The restaurant started getting louder. Someone was doing a sand castle competition down on the beach. The announcer was loud over the microphone and the sounds of AquaZips also made it difficult to hear what was going on.
The more Holly watched, the more she was convinced Kiana was Neal’s One True Person. Even Merry admitted by the end of the meal that the two were getting along really well.
“Aren’t they adorable, those two lovebirds!” Holly sighed. “I really hope that they can find happiness with each other.”
“Aren’t you the least bit concerned though? We know. Hortance knows,” Merry wondered.
“I think… if Kiana gets booted off the competition, then she and Neal can still be together,” Holly supposed. “Oh wait… look! They’re about to leave.”
She reached for her camera.
“I’ve got to run,” Kiana said, standing up as she suddenly realized the time. “Oh llamas! I’m first up to meet Levi too on the schedule.”
“Oh,” Neal said, standing out of courtesy, the disappointment registering on his face.
“Wait,” Kiana spun around, rung her hands, and said, “Thank you, Neal. I had a lovely time.”
“I wish… different circumstances…brought us together,” he said, sadly. “I really like you, Kiana, but I want you to give it your all with Levi, okay? He’s a nice guy. A great guy actually. And he’s more your speed, I think. Since he lives in San Myshuno and he’s got an active lifestyle. Levi doesn’t deserve this from me… we’ve gotten to know each other, and I can’t do this to him.
“It’s okay, Kiana…” he added after seeing her shocked and saddened face. “I’ll be okay.”
Kiana didn’t care if he was being self-sabotaging or if his words were a ploy to capture her heart. She was suddenly compelled to kiss him. Her lips were on him faster than he could get the words “go on,” out of his mouth. Even if he had just asked to be friends, she wasn’t ready to let go of the overwhelming attraction and genuine warmth she felt for Neal. Did he not hear a single thing she had said about moving to someplace tropical away from the city and how she wanted a change of pace? Maybe Neal was the guy for her!
She turned and ran away, like a cowering cowplant, before he could say a word. She was here for the bachelor as a contestant, but somehow another contender threw his hat in the ring. Her heart pounded as she lifted her dress and raced up the sand, nearly losing a shoe like Cinderella. Sugar! she laughed to herself. This is a twist that isn’t in the fairy tales!
Author Notes:You all voted and here we are! It was time to pop back to Paramours in Paradise. These two contests are happening at the same time, so this particular date is earlier in the day than Breanna meeting the guys. Perhaps this really will be “paramours” in Paradise as ‘paramour’ generally references a lover. Depending on your take on everything, this is either a “Aww” or “Eek!” moment. Levi really did just wander autonomously and then he kept on moving. I don’t think he noticed Kiana. Hortance popping in was also autonomous.
Thanks to kittymeowfor submitting Kiana Hamilton and to VanPelt81 for submitting Hortance Hildenbrand. I loved her little appearance too. 😉 While this chapter grew so much longer than I intended, I was very happy with the end result. So many unexpected things happened during their date. I also had fun with the Bright sisters too. I hope you enjoyed this little foray into forbidden romance. What are your thoughts? Should Neal and Kiana continue to see each other on the side? Or should Kiana respect Neal’s wishes to remain friends and try things with the bachelor first?
By the way, the lovely Heart of Sulani restaurant lot was created by Gipsy1967. I didn’t make any changes to it. I loved the restaurant. It was a great, romantic little lot for the Bright Sisters’ lunch and Neal and Kiana’s private date. Hope you enjoyed!
“Hello, are you Breanna?” he begins. “Well of course you’re Breanna. I should know that. Everyone knows that. Hey…uh… hi, hello. I’m Miguel…”
“Why hello there,” Breanna responds. “Miguel.”
“Uh right… Vallejo,” he continues, offering his hand. “Nice to meet you, Breanna.”
“Where are you from, Miguel?” she inquires. “Um… and it’s nice to meet you too…”
“I’m from Selvadorada,” he replies. “…where you can…uh… look up at the night sky and see a billion winking stars stare back at you.”
“That sounds beautiful,” she smiles.
“You are muy bonita, Senorita Breanna,” he praises, and kisses his fingers. “I think the stars, they should be jealous of you!”
“Thank you,” she coos. “Tell me about yourself, Miguel.”
“I can build you a custom computer. I can navigate a plane in a wind storm. I can tell you where all the best jungle trails are, and the places the guidebooks won’t tell you about. I can make you laugh on a cloudy day or when you’re feeling low. I can quote you every line from the Super Justice Llama comics, and I am not ashamed to say I own a Luke Walks-the-Sky costume,” he chuckles. “And a truly spectacular waterfall can make me cry.”
Breanna appears intrigued. “Thank you. You know…” she rubs her chin. “Of everyone I’ve met tonight, that actually tells me a lot about you.”
“I thought long and hard about what I wanted to say to you,” Miguel admits. “I wanted to make a good impression.”
“You have. Okay, now I wanna try that. Let’s see…” she says slowly as if thinking of the right words and a soft smile creeps across her face. “I only like to paint my toenails in the shower. That way if I mess up I can wash it all down the drain right then and there,” she scrunches her nose. “I like to read books about flowers while I’m out in the garden. I’ve always had a thing for tall, dark, and handsome men. I know it’s cliche, but I’ve been dreaming about it since I was a little girl.”
“Do I fit the bill?” Miguel inquires as he opens his arms inviting her to consider.
She giggles. “I think so,” she bites her lower lip. “I like to draw hearts on all my customer’s receipts to let them know someone is thinking of them and they are loved. It’s funny…”
Her brow crinkles. “I’ve never been in love… like really in love. Boyhood crushes, yes, but deep, feel it down to your toes, head over heels kind-of love, no.”
“I sincerely hope you find that with someone here,” Miguel says, genuinely.
Breanna swallows hard as her heart flutters. “Thank you.”
“Shall we?” he inquires.
“Shall we what?” she asks.
“If I had more time I would’ve liked to prepare a treasure hunt for you as a gift, Breanna,” he continues. “I wanted to make it a friendly competition and to search for things on the beach, to see who can find the most interesting things, but we do not have that kind of time. So I thought I’d prepare something for you another time, and for now, we would gaze up at the stars for a few moments… and identify the treasures of constellations.”
“Wow, that sounds incredible, and yes, I’d love to look at the stars with you,” she replies, taking his hand as he helped her lie gently on the ground.
“I used to pick out constellations with my daddy late at night. When I couldn’t sleep, Daddy would carry me downstairs, wrapped in a blanket, and we’d sit on the porch and he would point out the Big Dipper and the Pleiades.”
“Really?” Miguel remarks. “Pleiades is a bright and beautiful constellation.”
“Yes, the Seven Sisters,” she smiles. “I used to wish I had sisters, and the Pleiades always made me feel like I was not so alone. Do you have siblings?”
“Only child too,” he shrugs, and then stops before quickly speaking. “Did you see… ”
“Oh wait… look!” she exclaims, as their hands nearly collide when they both point to the night sky.
Both laugh lightly.
“A shooting star,” he announces.
“A falling star,” she says.
“I think… this is a very good sign,” Miguel bobs his head.
“Miguel, I’m so glad I met you,” Breanna embraces the seventh and final contestant.
“We will…” he continues, hoarsely. “…have to gaze at the stars again some other time, no?”
“Yes,” she purses her lips and drops her arms, reluctantly. “I would like that.”
Miguel’s Confessional: Tall, dark, and handsome? (chuckles to self) I think I’ve got this in the bag. (swaggers, and then stops and smiles softly) I didn’t expect that. The chemistry. We connected like a key in a lock. I didn’t know what I was getting into and Breanna was so unexpectedly refreshing and engaging. I could see her as the woman I’d bring home to my parents.
Breanna’s Confessional: Oh my! My heart is still fluttering. Wow… Miguel is… hot and handsome. He’s smart too. I felt like we really connected. Deeper than some of the other guys. There’s another tall, dark, and handsome guy here too, but he asked… do I fit the bill? (fans self) Yes…and then some!
Author Notes: Thanks for reading everyone. I hope you enjoyed the Meet-and-Greet with Breanna and all the eligible bachelors. I’ll explain the points system: +1 for a positive interaction and -1 for a negative interaction. It’s not an exact science, but I’ll try to be accurate based on game interactions. The detailed explanation is over on the forums. These points will help determine good standing, but they are not the end all, be all. You can vote also for your favorites, plus Breanna’s thoughts/interactions will also add or subtract points. At the end of a round, there will be an elimination based on all these points combined and the bachelorette’s general feelings toward a person. As of now…
Neal: Will Hunter’s confidence pay off with Breanna?
Neal: Will Kaha make up in sweetness what he lacks in awkwardness?
Neal: Will the drifting, grifting Griffin steal Breanna’s heart?
Neal: Unlucky 13 is lucky tonight! Will the brownie points be enough for Mort to maintain a lead?
Neal: Will Afu be able to recover from his early fumble with Breanna?
Neal: Will Andy be friend-zoned or will the romance between him and Breanna heat up?
Neal: Do Miguel and Breanna have a bright future ahead?
(I’ve amended the points for Miguel as he should’ve received a bonus point for no negative encounters).
Your turn. For all of you watching, enter your vote now. Who do you think should go home with extra points today!
Feel free to let me (the writer) know in the comments or over on the forums why you made your selection.