Bachelor and Bachelorette: Sulani Style

Entry #2: A Swift and Sudden Betrayal (LMDB)

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Tragedy befell my family between the first and second year of my life. I don’t remember my mammy before the accident, but my father does. Even Jahni remembers something was wrong when she didn’t come home from the beach that evening. Everyone knows to never turn your back to the ocean, but mammy found a pretty seashell. It was only for a second. Mother Nature is hardly forgiving when she’s crushing your skull against a rock.

I always thought the waves were breathtaking, but the longer I’ve lived on the islands, the more I believe tranquility is  an illusion.  Papaw does not like to talk about it. I don’t blame him. When he speaks of my mammy before her injury, a sad sort of look crosses his face. The kind when you drop your piece of buttered toast face down on the dirty floor.  The kind where your favorite doll is swept out to sea because you played too close to the water.

Everyone processes grief in different ways. Papaw worked harder. Mammy could only work a few hours before tiring… or worse, wandering off and forgetting her name.  He started a garden in our backyard. To sell fresh vegetables and fruits when the  simoleon flow was low.  We never went hungry, but I missed my father’s presence when he didn’t arrive home until the wee morning hours long after I had fallen asleep.

Jahni had nightmares. He would wake and wander, sniffling and sleeping everywhere but his bed. We shared a room in the early days. The wood was hard, but perhaps a cool seaside breeze passed through the floorboards.  Jahni always said he could hear the critters working beneath our house and that is why he couldn’t sleep. Working on what? I don’t know. Perhaps he needed to be more cordial to the monster under the bed.

I clung to my nanny. I don’t know how my parents could afford him. Perhaps Papaw offset the costs by giving him produce from our garden and giving him rides to and from his home. I bonded with Hakim as any little girl would. He had a soft face and a sweet expression and he played with me for hours. Jahni would sleep most of the day after failing to sleep through the night so most days it was just Hakim and me. His arms were strong. He was my winged horse and I was a sparkling princess. The world was at my feet.

The strange thing was my mammy seemed happier after the occurrence. Sometimes she would play with my brother and I, especially when Hakim wasn’t around. She would babble nonsense and sing silly songs and make the sounds for the helicopter. She loved that little chopper. She was devastated when it “ran away from home.”

Sometimes mammy seemed to forget she had actual children to care for as she would sway through the house with one of my teddy bears. Or she would sing to the plants. Or give the plates a bath in the laundry water. I didn’t understand. I was only two. And so I was left hungry and crying in the high chair for an hour or longer. I remember the candle flame. Staring at it long and hard until the light played tricks on my eyes and I fell into an uncomfortable sleep. Papaw would find me… or Hakim… or the nice lady who lived down the street.

When mammy did remember to feed us, she would just open the refrigerator and let us feast. Jahni and I would stare up at the cool clear shelves, our eyes wide at all the choices. We would sit with legs outstretched on the floor, shoving food into our mouths as if this were somehow normal. Jahni hated it. He would cry and wave his arms at our mother as she wiggled the rubber ducky through the sea of air and mumble about crayon drawings of planets. I didn’t mind so much. The floor was better than the high chair of doom.

Sometimes mammy would try and complete two tasks at once. Usually it was when Papaw was due home any minute and she would get this wild, frightened look in her eyes. I think she didn’t want my father to know she spent the whole day feeding her kids cold fish and playing with toys and dancing to music. So I would get a bath with a kitchen dish sponge and my clothes would too in the tub. When Papaw would call and ask where she was, Jahni would run and distract him with his latest crayon masterpiece so mammy could change me into dry clothes and take my wet ones to the line. Even at three, he was covering for the confusing antics of our mother.

When I was nearly two-and-three-quarters, mammy took my brother and I to our doctor to be vaccinated. I was mesmerized by the dollhouse in the lobby. Such beautiful purple and green and yellow leaves. I wished I could see a real tree like this one. I imagined crawling up onto the grassy branches, much like my doll, and laying my head down for a nice nap. Mammy sat politely on the couch and smiled and nodded to no one in particular. The only other person in the room was the nurse at the desk. Jahni was the only one who wasn’t having fun. He punched a dinosaur despite the fact that the rotund green gentleman did nothing to provoke the toddler’s wrath.

Mammy undressed me and placed me in the prison of a chair. I didn’t like this room. I wanted to go home. I wanted out of the jail. Mammy explained it was for my own good. When the doctor came in, he was pleasant enough, but all I saw was a wall of white. I felt his cold metal against my skin as he checked my heartbeat. I kicked my legs when mammy said I couldn’t get out. We were here for the terrible, horrible, awful, no-good word that starts with a ‘v’ and ends in a poke. Vaccinations. Mammy mimicked my face, trying to elicit a humorous response. It only made things worse.

Mammy said she was just going to the restroom, but she disappeared for a long time. I could hear my brother crying in the hallway. The white coat man was talking to me, but I didn’t really understand him. He made the mistake of trying to hold me still while poking my skin. I used the only weapon I could think of – my teeth.

The white coat yelped. My teeth sunk in once. Twice. I would’ve bit him a third time, but my father intervened.

Big fat tears streamed down my cheeks. Papaw tricked me. He held me in his arms and told me everything would be okay in that soothing tone that all good fathers use with their daughters, the kind that makes them feel like they are in the safest place in the whole wide world, and that no harm will come to them. But then the reality check. The stinging pinch of a needle piercing the skin and the wave of liquid that hits your veins when you realize you’re being… vaccinated. No matter how much Papaw tried to distract me with his pearly whites and baritone platitudes, he still betrayed me.

And where was my mother during all of this? Introducing herself to a medicine cabinet. They had a very pleasant, very one-sided chat about the state of the weather and how many ducks lived in a valley called Sunset.

…just a blue-eyed smalltown girl

Author Notes: Thank you for reading. I know this was a sadder chapter, but I wanted to explain why Isadora is crazy and how the family deals with it. Definitely clashes with the sillier tone of Sims and BitLife, but I felt it was a story worth telling.  I promise that most chapters won’t be this dark. 

And the Gen 2 Heir for Livin’ A Simmin’ Life is… and More!

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Hello readers,

Happy belated New Year! Welcome to 2020! I have lots of exciting things for you this year, and I look forward to our little community in this little corner of SimLit. This is a long overdue update (due to illness, injury, work-related things, and other obligations).

First, some offline updates. For a little over a year now, I’ve been helping to run a D&D campaign with my husband as we introduce some teens to roleplaying. It’s been a fun learning experience as our home grows loud and chaotic, but we enjoy the food and fellowship, and we’ve fallen into inadvertent mentoring. One of the girls was inspired to start her own D&D session with another group of friends. Two of the kids come from fairly sad home lives, and they love being in our house and around adults who care about them. Honestly, it’s an honor to be a strong, loving presence in their lives.

Second, I’ve picked up some extra work responsibilities – which means – careful prioritizing, more money (yay!), more nights and weekends and strange week day hours, and less time with my husband. Because of that, I try to spend as much time with him on our free evenings so that leaves less time for Sims in general. I haven’t abandoned writing though, or gaming, I promise.

My 2020 SimLit Writing Planeh GUIDELINES

Here are my thoughts for the many, many, many stories I have for you. I may or may not stick to this schedule depending upon external factors and inspiration, but I wanted to have some general guidelines so you know what to expect. If you don’t know what the story is, click on the link to learn more or inquire in the comments below.

Introvert’s Guide to the World – I’m actually really excited about the Tiny Living expansion. I think the challenge would be perfect for my introvert protagonist, Aspen Beckett, living in Forgotten Hollow. My plan is to play some of the challenge and post updates soon. Stay tuned for pictures of Aspen’s tiny home! 🙂 Resuming February 2020. 

#1 The Krazy Crazy Life of Kassiopeia Fullbright (KCLKF) – I started the rewrite journey in March 2018. My goal is to complete the rewrite by the end of March 2020. I’m ready to move along to the next parts of Kass’ journey… which brings me to my next announcement.
Resuming Monday, January 27th. 

#2 Kassiopeia Fullbright and The Curse of the Wishing Well (KFCWW)-  Originally, I planned to write a mystery series with Kass’ story. The first version took a different, but interesting detour (a bit more slice-of-life). I’m planning to rewrite Interludes with more mystery elements, but much of the content will stay the same (including the Lucky Palms setting). Cover art coming soon. Coming Summer 2020. 

From Riverview, With Love (FRWL) – As Gage Briody’s story and Kass’s story intersect, Gage will naturally get some updates. I’m not planning to complete a full re-write, more of a face-lift to stay true to the canon I’ve created in the second edition of KCLKF. Coming Summer 2020. 

La Vita Bella – Ah! The Goth family curse! That’s what I’ll blame this disaster of a story on. Eek! Yes, I feel like I didn’t handle LVB well the first time around. Since then, I’ve also revised some canon for related stories and my Sims universe, so Bella Bachelor Goth deserves a rewrite. Much of the bones of her story will remain the same, but I’m planning to expand her story, change some of the settings, develop characters more deeply, align with my current lore/canon, and include vignettes from Mortimer’s point-of-view. Also, I have written (and I haven’t published due to TS3 difficulties) backstory for Jocasta and her family. I thought about releasing at Christmastime last year, but it just didn’t happen due to illness and the holidays.
Returning Winter/Spring 2020. 

Bachelor and Bachelorette: Sulani StyleI am so behind on this! *sigh* It’s also limited by voting in the community so I can’t play too far past the Day 3 stage. As much as I don’t want to drag things out, I think I might need to put things off until summer. Thank you to all of you who submitted Sims and invested in the story thus far. Resuming Summer 2020. 

I Have Never – I love all my stories, but this is such an interesting premise and journey for me. I’m not an elder, but I have parents/in-laws and friends who are considered Elders by Sims standards. There’s so much diversity among the elders in my life, and I cherish them dearly. I love the idea of an elder protagonist. Elders are often overlooked in game, and I like the challenge of breaking stereotypes. I plan to use I Have Never to celebrate seasoned Sims and explore aspects of the game I’ve never tried or played. Whimsical Updates in 2020

Colt Family Traitacy – The more I’ve played TS3 again, the more I want to revisit the Colt-Racket family. My goal is to jump ahead 14 years so little Hope will be 18 and Ernest will be 15. I’m not ready to leave Shark and Lolly behind so they will get some story also. My plan is to have a World Adventures focus – with traits, careers, items, worlds, etc. from that expansion. I’ll be sending Lolly to Champs les Sims, Shark to Al Simhara, and Hope/Ernest (the official heirs) to Shang Simla. Returning Fall 2020. 

Only the Good Die Young – Fall seems like the perfect time to resume this little challenge. There’s something about vampires (pyres) and the Reaper family around Halloween. 😉 Resuming October 2020. 

Home for the Holidays – What better time than the finish the year with H4TH! Returning December 2020 (or perhaps Thanksgiving weekend/end of November for those of you who aren’t in the US). 

Return to Brindleton Bay – Carrie Buckley is getting a spin-off. I announced this fact awhile ago, and unfortunately, I have not been able to write or play her story. I hope to return with her tale very soon. Learn more about my gameplay restrictions and the challenge/story.
Debuting Winter/Spring 2020. 

LASL: Side Tracks – Given the enormous cast of LASL, I am doing my best to write updates for each of the families before moving along to LASL Gen 2. I do have multiple updates for you coming soon! Below are some things to expect! Resuming Winter 2020

  • Strangerville Strangetown Side Tracks – featuring the Tea-Cats family!
  • Jungle Adventures Side Tracks – featuring Munter, John, and Karleen!
  • Outdoor Retreat Side Tracks – featuring #RikiraForever!

And now… the moment you’ve all been waiting for… the reveal of the Livin’ A Simmin’ Life, Gen 2 heir… 






Parker Sophia Simself! It was a close vote with two of the triplets tied for first, until #therealkarleen voted. 😉 Parker will be the next generation’s official heir and will keep the Green family name. Don’t despair if you voted for the other two boys. Both Joey and Nate will be featured in the stories as well. More coming soon!

Day 2, Pt. 3: Happy Feet – the Group Date (SIS)

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Welcome back to the island kingdom of Sulani. I’m your host, Neal “The Dealin'” Wheeler, and this is Bachelor and Bachelorette: Sulani Style – Sweethearts in Sulani. Tonight, we will be “dealin'” our bachelor candidates a challenge – the dance off. Who will be light on his feet? Who will sweep Breanna off her feet? Who will have two left feet? Only the evening will tell… Bring out your dancin’ shoes and join us for the fun!

Our bachelorette is ready to sway… What adorable island attire she’s wearing!

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now.

Mort goes for the theatrical entrance in a cloud of black smoke. Poof! Our special effects department got carried away now, didn’t they?
Breanna is skeeved out by Mort’s strange appearance. She is not impressed.
…that leaves an opening for Hunter, but not so fast, Afu saunters up confidently too.
Too slow, fellows! Miguel makes the first contact of the night. Griffin, buddy, you need more pep in your step!

“Hola Senorita Breanna, the night is so beautiful for dancing, is it not?”

Hunter’s Confessional: Plum!

Afu’s Confessional: How does that guy swoop in every time? 

Mort’s Confessional: Freezer bat bunnies! I hoped she would be impressed by my smoke screen. 

Griffin’s Confessional: It’s nice having my own suite, but man! (slouches forward) I shouldn’t have stayed up all night trying to beat my record for FIFA 08.

Miguel offers to go fetch Breanna a refreshing beverage… making way for Andy-oh! Eyes up top, Afu! Yes, we see you checking out the pirate princess’ booty!

“Andy-oh is in the house!” Andy declares loudly, ignoring Mort’s not-so-subtle elbow-jab to pipe down. “And Breanna… you got the steps, girl.”

“Uh thank you,” she replies.

Breanna’s Confessional: I’m not sure what to make of their outfit choice – leather mini skirt, fish net tights, and knee-high boots. And don’t get me started on the top! Lawd have mercy!

“They said ‘dress to impress,'” Andy twirls about. “So here I am!”

“You certainly… aremaking an impression,” Breanna says.

Afu’s Confessional: Ooo… do I detect some shade?

“Wanna hear a joke?” Andy inquires. “Our wedding was beautiful. Even the cake was in tiers.” He snickers.

Breanna laughs lightly and curls her fingers. “It’s too early to joke about marriage.”

Afu’s Confessional: And I’m back in the driver’s seat! 

Breanna declares dance-offs have begun. First up…
Afu. I have my eye on you. Twist and Shout.

Well, shake it up, baby, now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now

Come on and work it on out
Well, work it on out, honey
You know you look so good
You know you got me goin’ now
Just like I know you would

Afu pulls out spinning light sticks, surprising Breanna.

Well, shake it up, baby, now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now
Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl
You know you twist so fine
Come on and twist a little closer now
And let me know that you’re mine!

Ah, ah, ah, ah, wow
Baby, now
Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now
Come on and work it on out
You know you twist, little girl
You know you twist so fine

Come on and twist a little closer now
And let me know that you’re mine
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now
Well, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby, now
Ah, ah, ah, ah

Breanna declares Afu’s dance a success! She enjoyed the workout and it was a lot of fun.
Unfortunately for Afu, Mort is swooping in on his territory, eager to make up for scaring Breanna earlier.

“You are a phenomenal dancer,” Mort declares.

“Why thank you,” Breanna fans herself, feeling a bit out of breath from her last dance.

Your turn, Mort. Monster Mash.

I was working in the lab, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise

He did the mash, he did the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the monster mash

Uh oh! Breanna just isn’t feeling it.
Mort, you tried. Maybe the song just hit too close to home… vampire and all.
Mort’s Confessional: Aw bats! I blew it!

After Breanna refreshes with a trip to the ladies room and that drink Miguel promised… she wanders over to bachelor number three for the night.

Kaha. Wipeout.
…with a little help from the props department, Kaha loosens up.
“Finally something to do with his hands,” Hunter smirks.
“Making fun of Kaha isn’t nice,” Miguel calls. “You’re ruining the song.”
“This is a good song,” Andy declares.
Uh oh… Kaha stomped on Breanna’s foot. Maybe he was doomed with a song called Wipeout.
Then laughs hysterically out of nervousness. She hits him with the light wand as she tries to catch her balance.
Poor Breanna fell to the floor and face-planted. Kaha holds his back and groans.

“Ooo, that’s gotta hurt!” Andy says.

“No one’s dancin’ in the moonlight any longer,” Afu laughs.

“Breanna, are you alright?” Miguel rushes forward with concern.

“Everyone, back up,” Miguel shouts, throwing his hand in the air. “Give Breanna some room.”

Miguel puts his hands out to catch her if she falls again. She holds her hand up to her face, her cheeks turning deep red.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” she winces.

“Can I get you anything?” Miguel inquires. “Here… let me help you sit down.”

Griffin decides to take this moment and dive into the bay, swimming around the venue.
Holly rests for almost an hour at this point, giving all the gentlemen a chance to chat with her. Everyone but Griffin. Breanna talks about how she’s squeamish about creepy-crawlies, which apparently saddens Miguel. Hunter observes and listens thoughtfully. Apparently he too decided to take a dip in the ocean. Thankfully, we’re in Sulani. Shirtless guys is the norm. Griffin returns to the hut in his swim wear and chats with Holly.

Miguel’s Confessional: How would I take the lovely Breanna through the bush I so love if she can’t stand the sight of spiders? 

Hunter’s ConfessionalBreanna would do well in the city with me. Maybe skip the entomological exhibit at the museum. (chuckles to self)

Griffin’s Confessional: (in reference to Holly) I like her hair. It’s kinda weird, but cool.

I help myself to a a refreshing glass of lemonade. Gotta stay alert for all the happenings on the dance floor. Holly comes over to see if Breanna was okay. She winces and says she is hanging in there.
While I down my drink, Kaha comes over to apologize profusely to Breanna. She accepts his apology readily. Those two seem to be getting along better now.
Breanna’s ready to get back on the dance floor. Hunter gets redressed at lightning speed. He’s ready to bust a move. Hunter’s turn. Off the Wall. Breanna was really getting into the song.

When the world is on your shoulder
Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down
If you can’t hang with the feelin’
Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town
‘Cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way

On the other side of the bar, it looks like some of the ladies from the Paramours house showed up. Caroline and Nakaia are letting the ‘madness’  get to them. Hortance settles at the bar and Miguel wanders over to order another drink. Mort realizes he’s gotta get his head in the game.

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (live it off the wall)

You can shout out all you want to
‘Cause there ain’t no sin in folks all getting loud
If you take the chance and do it
There there ain’t no one who’s gonna put you down
‘Cause we’re the party people night and day
Livin’ crazy that’s the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain’t so bad at all
If you live it off the wall
Life ain’t so bad at all (live life off the wall)
Live your life off the wall (live it off the wall)
The dance with Hunter was a success!
Do what you want to do
There ain’t no rules it’s up to you (ain’t no rules it’s all up to you)
It’s time to come alive
And party on right through the night (all right)
Are you ready? Andy asks of Breanna. It’s his turn. Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough. Breanna grins and says sure.
Lovely is the feelin’ now
Fever, temperatures risin’ now
Power (oh power) is the force the vow
That makes it happen
It asks no questions why (ooh)
So get closer (closer now) to my body now
Just love me ’til you don’t know how (ooh)
Keep on, with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
Keep on, with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
Mort and some of the ladies join in the song on the corner of the dance floor. Andy isn’t thrilled that they’re moving in on his territory.

Touch me and I feel on fire
Ain’t nothin’ like a love desire (ooh)
I’m melting (I’m melting) like hot candle wax
Sensation (ah sensation) lovely where we’re at (ooh)
So let love take us through the hours
I won’t be complainin’ (ooo)
‘Cause this is love power (ooh)

…but he’s not giving up!

Keep on, with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
Keep on, with the force don’t stop
Don’t stop ’til you get enough

Ooo… looks like Breanna’s had enough. She develops a cramp in her side and stops before the end of the song.
Griffin stops Breanna outside the hut and chats with her about color theories and dance moves. A walk on the beach is exactly what she needed to stretch her cramping side.
Griffin cracks his neck and his fingers and he’s ready to start grooving all on his own. Play That Funky Music.

Yeah, there was a funky singer
Playin’ in a rock and roll band
And never had no problems yeah
Burnin’ down one night stands
And everything around me, yeah
Got to stop to feelin’ so low
And I decided quickly, yes I did
To disco down and check out the show

You go, Griffin! Rock that confidence!

Kaha’s Confessional: How can I learn some of those man’s moves?

Yeah they was dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die, oh till you die

I tried to understand this
I thought that they were out of their minds
How could I be so foolish (How could I)
To not see I was the one behind
So still I kept on fighting

Well, loosing every step of the way
I said, I must go back there (I got to go back)
And check to see if things still the same

Breanna came over and joined in.

Yeah they was dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die, ya
Till you die

Now first it wasn’t easy
Changin’ Rock and Roll and minds and things were getting shaky
I thought I’d have to leave it behind
But now its so much better (it’s so much better)
I’m funking out in every way
But I’ll never lose that feelin’ (no I won’t)
Of how I learned my lesson that day

When they were dancin’ and singin’ and movin’ to the groovin’
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die
Oh’ till you die

Breanna laughs happily. “That was so much fun!”

“How was I?” Griffin asks. “You can be honest.”

“I loved your confidence,” she praises. “A confident man catches my attention any day.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” he inquires.

She bobs her head. “You lay that boogie down!”

It’s Miguel’s turn.

“Tell me,” he inquires. “What kinds of things are you looking for in a good dance song?”

“Catchy lyrics. Good beat. And emotional meaning,” Breanna lists off.

Miguel goes over and requests a song from the DJ, instead of waiting on the random choice of the producers.
Now I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you
‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life
And I owe it all to you
I love this song! Breanna’s eyes light up.

Afu’s Confessional: Uh oh. We might be in trouble. 

Hunter’s Confessional: I didn’t know we could pick our songs. 

I’ve been waiting for so long
Now I’ve finally found someone to stand by me
We saw the writing on the wall
And we felt this magical fantasy
Now with passion in our eyes
There’s no way we could disguise it secretly
So we take each others hand
‘Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Just remember
You’re the one thing
I can’t get enough of
So I’ll tell you something
This could be love
Because I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you
Hey baby

With my body and soul
I want you more than you’ll ever know
So we’ll just let it go
Don’t be afraid to lose control, no
Yes, I know what’s on your mind when you say
“Stay with me tonight” (stay with me)
And remember
You’re the one thing
I can’t get enough of
So I’ll tell you something
This could be love
Breanna is shocked when Nellie Aquafree interrupts and starts belting the lyrics, coming between the two singers.

Because I’ve had the time of my life
No, I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it’s the truth
And I owe it all to you

Afu takes the opening and begins dancing with Breanna.

“What are you doing?” Breanna asks.

“You said… confidence catches your attention any day,” Afu replies.

Breanna isn’t happy.

They finish out the dancing competitions with group dances.

There’s nothing more that I like to do
Than take the floor and dance with you
Keep dancing…let’s keep dancing! 

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show ’em how we do it now
Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show ’em how we do it now, show ’em how we do it now

Let show the world we can dance
Bad enough to strut our stuff
The music gives us a chance
We do more out on the floor

Groovin’ loose or heart to heart
We put in motion every single part
Funky sounds wall to wall
We’re bumpin’ booties, havin’ us a ball, y’all 

We got the rhythm tonight
All the rest know we’re the best
Our shadows crash in the light
Twistin’, turnin’, we keep burnin’

Shake it high or shake it low
We take our bodies where they wanna go
Feel that beat, never stop
Oh, hold me tight, spin me like a top

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show ’em how we do it now
Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah
Show ’em how we do it now

Show ’em how we do it now, let’s get on down
Show ’em how we do it now, show ’em how we do it now, ooh
Ooh Show ’em how we do it now, shake your groove thing

Quite a few guys go for a dip in the ocean to cool off after a night of dancing. Levi from Paramours shows up to check out the party and wishes Breanna good luck.

“Uh… is it legal for him to be here?” Afu asks, raising his hand as if in school.

“Did you enjoy the water?” Breanna asks of Kaha.

“Do your tattoos have any special significance?” Breanna asks of Andy.

“Of course they do,” Andy replies. “Each tattoo reminds me of a place I’ve been and how I’ve grown as a person. Like my bird on a flower branch? It’s to remind me to be free to be myself. That I need to embrace who I am.”

“Actually… that’s quite beautiful,” Breanna admits. “I’ve always been to chicken to go under the needle. If I were going to get a tattoo, what would you suggest?”

Andy steps forward and takes Breanna’s hands much to her surprise.

“I wouldn’t presume to know what you should get,” he says. “Tattoos are very personal. You should choose what best fits you, but as I get to know you, I’d be happy to go with and I’d be honored to help you pick out your first.”

Breanna’s Confessional: I’ll be completely honest. Until now, I didn’t know what to make of Andy. But now. He held my hands. I think my heart skipped a beat a little bit. He’s a little different than the usual guy I’ve gone for, but he’s really rather sweet. 

Mort was the only one of the guys who headed back to the estate. He planned to research dance videos and pickup lines.

Mort’s Confessional: Next time… I’lll…er… compliment her hair or something. Or maybe her feet. She has tiny feet… girls like being thought of as tiny, right? Uh… (gulps) tiny happy dancing feet. Yeah that’s a thing, right? 

Andy must’ve made enough of an impression to get the “second chance” card. Breanna selected Footless.

Been working so hard
I’m punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I’ve got this feeling
That time’s just holding me down
I’ll hit the ceiling
Or else I’ll tear up this town

Now I gotta cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

They danced over to the entrance where Andy offered Breanna a thumbs up.

You’re playing so cool, obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You’re burning, yearning for the some-somebody to tell you
That life ain’t passing you by
I’m trying to tell you
It will if you don’t even try

These two are so cute. They started singing the lyrics with such enthusiasm while looking into each other’s eyes.
You’ll get by if you’d only cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Ooh-whee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoah, Milo come on, come on let’s go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Gotta take the hold of all
Breanna was pretty tired after a night of dancing. She went to relax outside on the lounge chairs. Afu went to find her.

“Hey, just wanna make sure I didn’t totally offend you,” he says.

“Aw… it’s okay, Afu,” she replies. “Apology accepted.”

“Are you even tired?” Miguel asks as he joins Breanna.

“Nope,” she shakes her head. “I feel so energized.”

“I can see why,” he replies. “You looked great out there!”

“Thank you,” she exclaims. “I’m having the time of my life.”

He grins at the pun. “I’m happy to hear you liked my song choice.”

“It’s one of my favorite songs of all time,” she purrs. “How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess?” he shrugs. “You’re easy to talk to, and it makes it fun to try and please you.”

“You know…” she begins as she tries to return the compliment. “You have a really nice smile, Miguel.”

“Looks like we’re doing this again,” he adds. “Saying goodbye in the morning.”

“Twice in a row,” she flutters her lashes. “Must be a sign.”

He closes his eyes. “I do enjoy spending time with you, Breanna. And I’ll be your dance partner anytime.”

She flushes. “I don’t exactly want to say goodbye,” she confesses, picturing her lips on his own as he squeezes her hands.

Griffin’s Confessional: I can’t wait to hug Breanna again and hold her close. She’s such a beautiful woman and a really cool person and it was so much fun to dance with her. I think we’ll have lots of fun together. Should I call her? I did give her my personal number. Or is it still too early? Aww… shoot! I left my cell phone at the bar.
Hunter’s Confessional: Those were some bumpin’ beats. Breanna was on fire last night. Whoo! She hardly stopped dancing. I am confident we’ll do just fine together. And mmm… her lips are fine. I’d love to kiss them.
Afu’s Confessional: Breanna is… mmm… fine! Like a red wine. And I think she likes a little chocolate with her wine. We should schedule a date.
Kaha’s Confessional: I’ve never thought about romance. Not really. I think (blushes) if Breanna feels about me the way I feel about her, I should like to have my first kiss with her.
Miguel stayed behind to help the crew clean up and bought one of the producers breakfast.

Miguel’s Confessional: I need to step it up if I want to stay in this competition. I should read up on romance and I should practice my best compliments. Naw… Breanna doesn’t strike me as someone who really appreciates pick-up lines. I just need to be myself. Whoo! Go for a jog. Clear your head. You’ve got this Miguel.

Andy was the last to leave. Somehow he fell asleep in the bushes and lost his multiple changes of clothes. Tsk, tsk! One of the guys playing a prank. It didn’t matter.

Andy’s Confessional: Breanna was totally digging me. This could be the start of something beautiful. 

Author NotesThanks for reading this epic long update. It grew longer and longer as they stayed at the beach bar for the whole night and through part of the morning. A lot happened here, and the gentleman all earned points. 

The Songs Mentioned in the Chapter: I made a list of fun, catchy dance songs and rolled at random to see who got paired with what. I was actually pleasantly surprised how well they matched. In terms of Breanna’s favorite song, she was the happiest during Time of My Life (until Nellie interrupted), and she had a lot to drink by the time she karaoke-d with Andy on Footloose. 

This chapter featured VanPelt81‘s Andy and Hortance, MaggieMarley‘s Mort, afai1261‘s Griffin, Munterbacon’sMiguel and Nakaia, TheYayToast’sHunter and Caroline, nerdfashion’sKaha, and divanthesimmer ‘s Afu. Try as I might… I couldn’t get Soulgal7‘s Beau to show up, even though he’d been introduced, though he did wander by the bar in the morning when Miguel and Breanna were chatting. He kept saying it was “too late” when Neal would call and invite him. Well, you missed out, Beauregard.

I couldn’t stop townies from wandering on the lot, or I didn’t try very hard. The only one I mention by name is Nellie Aquafree, my TS4 remake of Nancy Landgraab (and I know she looks exactly alike, but Nancy Landgrabb with two b’s makes an appearance in other stories of mine so I count the TS4 version of her as someone else).Care to guess which guy “pranked” Andy and hid his clothes? 😉 

Hope you enjoyed! Tell us who your favorites are and your favorite moments of the night in the comments. And you can vote – which guy deserves extra points on his dance card? (Just in case this affects your voting, Andy is safe from the first elimination because he received a the “second chance” rose tonight). 

Day 2, Pt. 2: My Lips are Sealed (SIS)

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Hello everyone! Welcome back to Sweethearts in Sulani! Oh, I’m gonna sneeze.

Excuse me…. I’m Neal Wheeler, your host in Paradise. The island kingdom of Sulani holds many surprises. One such surprise is an unexpected early contestant. Before tonight’s group date with the bachelorette, I’m going to interview this new bachelor.

Meet Beauregard R. Lee. This Taurun bar owner hails from Magnolia Promenade. No, not the one in Valverde. The original one in the South… in the great state of Bayou…because as Beau insists, it the best one! Self-described as a romantic, Beau is looking for a true Southern lady, and he hopes to woo her with his shared locale, fit physique, and business savvy. Together he hopes to start the little Lee legacy on his plantation. Will this confident, charming Southern gentleman capture Breanna’s attention?
There goes Caroline in the background, strutting about in her short shorts and boots.

“Freeeeezerrr bunnnnieeeees!” Neal sneezes again.

“Bless you,” Beau offers. “Aww… someone must be thinking of you.”

“Oh dear… I must be allergic to something here,” Neal sighs, a slight hint of pink growing on his cheeks. “Alright, tell us about yourself, Beau. I understand you own a bar. How did that happen?”

Beau closes his eyes. “My parents, rest their souls, were pioneers in the south. My mama came from a wealthy family herself and was very involved in the beautification of the town and a patron of the arts. My daddy was a riverboat captain.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” Neal interjects.

“I was born in Magnolia Promenade, an only child and lived a very pampered life. I was away at school when my parents perished in the great flood,” Beau says.

“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that,” Neal replies, and then turns to look at the woman who just sat down at the table.

“And who pray tell is this?” Beau inquires.

Holly giggles. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Neal. But there’s a bit of a problem.”

Neal and Holly step aside with Neal apologizing to Beau. Holly leans in and tells Neal that some of the ladies from Paramours in Paradise have been invited to the group date party tonight with Breanna.

“It could be trouble,” she says.

“Why?” Neal takes off his glasses and rubs them against his shirt. “Did the producers think it was a good idea?”

“Drama!” Holly shrugs.

“Forgive the intrusion,” Neal sighs as he plops down on the chair. “Where were we.”

“Not a problem,” Beau continues. “I came back home and resided at the plantation and with the inheritance that I had, decided to open a bar in town. It was quite a popular bar and sims from all over came to my establishment. Of course, what would a bar be without a bit of gaming, and I garnered more and more wealth and fame through my luck of the draw. Of course, with all my wealth, I was never without an escort to all the charity events, dinners and dances I was invited to. I was a perpetual bachelor, and it wasn’t until recently that I decided that I needed to settle down and start a family.”

He seemed to sober. “But when I looked around and thought of all the women that I knew, none of them seemed suitable to be my bride. And then I saw the photo of Breanna, and knew that she was the one for me. The southern belle that I’ve been looking for. Classy, refined, and with such kissable lips, I could barely control myself.”

Neal laughs awkwardly. “Uh yeah.”

Beau smiles confidently. “Yes, she was the one, and any Yank that may be thinking of putting a move on her, best be dealing with me.”

“Oh excuse me,” Beau says. “A business call.”

“We are on the air,” Neal reminds.

“Sorry about that,” Beau replies. “I’m trying to open a second bar right in Breanna’s hometown of Willow Creek. All the details are worked out. We’re just waiting for our final inspection and move in date.”

“That must be exciting,” Neal says.

“Yes,” Beau concurs. “I could be even closer to home for the lovely Breanna.”

“Speaking of Breanna, what is one thing you would do to put her at ease when you meet?” Neal asks.

Beau grins. “I technically already met the lovely lady. Oh… her picture does not due her justice,” he sighs happily.

“You did?” Neal casts his eyes to the side and Holly bobs her head in affirmation.

“I offered her some sweet Southern treats and to walk with her in the garden, but we did not have the time,” Beau replies.

“I see,” Neal forces a smile.

Why don’t the producers ever tell me anything? 

“And I know the question you’re going to ask next,” Beau says, waving his hand. “And I already prepared my answer regarding a honeymoon.”

“You did?” Neal arches a brow.

Beau casts his eyes to the side, appearing a little uncomfortable. He clears his throat and looks straight at the camera. “Miss Breanna, pardon my boldness for asking such a delicate question of you. I was just so caught up in your beauty that I may have overstepped my bounds. Forgive me. Of course, being a southern gentleman, I know how to take things slow, and if that is how you wish to proceed, I will honor your request.”

“Of course, as you stated, Sulani is truly a paradise. But for taking it real slow, the mountains are the place to go. I reckon that a spa in a beautiful mountain lodge would be ideal. Nothing quite says pampering like a spa in beautiful Granite Falls. And I have been researching the perfect one for that special time.”

“That sounds nice,” Neal replies.

“And there you have it folks… Beauregard R. Lee,” Neal says. “Good luck to you, Beau.”

“Thank you, I don’t think I’ll be needin’ it,” he winks.

“Riiiight,” Neal replies. “Let’s go gather with the other candidates and wait for them to arrive.”

“I’m a nervous wreck,” Breanna confesses to Merry as she settles at the bar.

“Mmm…” Merry closes her eyes. “This is a beautiful song.”

Breanna proceeds to tell Merry about all the guys she has met. Merry listens in earnest.

“I mean it’s weird right?” Breanna inquires. “Afu is already so defensive of me?”

“I don’t know,” Merry made a face. “Maybe.”

Before signing off for this episode, Neal asked Breanna to dance.

“Who’s your favorite so far?” he inquired.

She tilted her head and smiled warmly. “Uh uh uh… my lips are sealed.”

Author Notes: Thanks for reading everyone! A surprise update! This chapter featured SoulGal7′s Beauregard Lee. Stay tuned for more Sweethearts in Sulani! 

Day 2, Pt. 1: Unexpected Candidate (SIS)

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Welcome back to Sweethearts in Sulani. I’m your host, Neal Wheeler, and today you’re meeting us on a hazy morning in paradise.
Breanna fell asleep after a long night. Miguel carried her back to his room. Thankfully, his roomie, Mort was no where to be found. Probably off fluttering around in his bat form.
…or sleepwalking right into the swimming pool. Oh gawd! Mort! Don’t drown! Thankfully, he fights and kicks and makes it to the surface. Phew!
Breanna wakes up and wanders outside the main house, seeing Miguel already awake, still in his suit from the night before, reading on his phone while waiting for her.

“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.

She frowns.

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.

Miguel’s Confessional: I had a really good time last night. I’m not gonna lie. It stings a little that she doesn’t recall we kissed.

“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’s Confessional: I can’t believe I missed it! I’m sure it was great. He is great… what am I saying? (laughs, flustered) I hope I have sweet dreams. Is that too school girl-ish?
In spite of his terrifying near-drowning experience, Mort was back in the pool after a quick rest.
Miguel also joined him.
Breanna’s Confessional: I can’t believe I don’t remember kissing Miguel? I’d really like to do it again. But Afu is really hot too. I wouldn’t mind making out with that man. Oh did I say that aloud? (flushes)

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).

Miguel showers and changes and pops into the kitchen where Merry fixed a roasted chicken. Looks like everyone already ate breakfast, and seeing as it is nearly eleven, Miguel grabs a plate. Someone left behind a half-eaten hot dog.
Hunter and Griffin head upstairs to work out.

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 decides to bust some island moves. Hunter is down.

Kaha’s Confessional: (singing) I will serenade Breanna from one of our many island love songs.

Andy settles in to research pick-up lines.

Andy’s Confessional: (laughs to self) Oh that’s a good one!

Afu freshens up in the bathroom off the kitchen. One of the other guys is hogging the main bathroom.
He’s about to head outside when Breanna greets him.

“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.

Kaha and Griffin take their pasta lunch out to the beach.

“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.

As Breanna’s heading back to her room to prep for the evening’s group date, Afu follows Breanna and offers her a single red rose.

“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.

Well, look out gentlemen, there’s another contestant strolling up just now. Look at that swagger!
Afu… looks like you aren’t the only game in town!

“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?”

“Gentlemen…” Breanna waves her arms. “It’s alright… uh… I’m flattered, Beauregard…”

“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 corners Breanna off the dining room after she finishes getting ready. He dramatically proclaims his disdain for Mr. Beauregard R. Lee, and why she should not allow him to attend the party tonight.

“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…”

Poor Afu! He’s just exhausted from all his arguing and passes right out.

“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’s Miguel, TheYayToast’s Hunter, nerdfashion’s Kaha, and divanthesimmer ‘s Afu. 

Day 1, Pt. 6: First Night Fun and Fiascos (SIS)

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Neal’s Voiceover: Greetings and Salutations, viewers! I borrowed that phrase from Hortance. Welcome back to Sweethearts in Sulani. Let’s check in with the guys house. Tonight, seven bachelors will participate for the heart of our bachelorette, Breanna Gaines in the first competition of the season – a mixology contest! Hopefully, some of them have read the full dossier on Miss Breanna and will remember her drink of choice – Tang and Zing!
Neal’s Voiceover: Before we get started, let’s check in with our team and determine where each candidate stands. Thank you to the viewers for casting your votes on our official website.

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.

Will Breanna (and the viewers) reward the bold and confident, or choose the sweet and shy contestants? As you can tell from tonight’s episode title, the competition is about to get fierce, and crazy things are about to go down. (Neal winks at the camera). We wouldn’t want it any other way, would we folks?

“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.”

The crew dim the lights for dramatic effect and intense music begins to play. Neal starts with some basic mixology tricks, including stacking bottles and balancing them on his palm. The crowd gathers, with Andy snagging the seat to Breanna’s right, and Kaha sliding into the seat on Breanna’s left. Meanwhile, Miguel hovers behind the bachelorette.

“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.

Despite Andy’s loud enthusiasm, Hunter and Afu are the first contestants to make it behind the bar to begin. Kaha is a little too late. “It’s okay,” Breanna encourages. This gives the two of them time to talk. Kaha manages to tell a funny story about a dog and a ill-fated fishing trip.
Hunter wows Breanna with his bar tricks. Neal decides to dance and cheer Hunter on. Hunter’s Confessional: Remember. I can make one heck of a cocktail.

“Opps, Neal,” Holly reminds. “You’re supposed to be impartial.”

“What can I say?” Neal responds. “I like a good actor like Hunter.”

Afu’s Confessional: I think Breanna wants a taste of the islands. In more ways than one. And I’m gonna give it to her. (he winks at the camera)
Hunter’s Confessional: Plum! I look good. Afu’s Confessional: I am going to wow Breanna with the a combination of fresh fruit and alcohol.
Hunter completes the challenge first. Breanna’s Confessional: Oh my! He smells amazing. I wonder what cologne he uses.

“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.’

While Breanna is distracted by Hunter, Griffin swipes her drink. He takes a sip. Griffin’s Confessional: It truly was a work of art in the form of a cocktail. I couldn’t let Breanna have this one first and then all of our chances would go right out the window. It would be all downhill from here.

“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.”

No worries, Breanna! Hunter declares. He made enough for everyone to have his signature cocktail. Miguel moves behind the counter to begin scoping out his options. Afu is still working on perfecting his drink as he squeezes a lime into the mixer.

“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.

Meanwhile, Hunter sits back down after giving Breanna her second (really, her first) glass and she takes a sip. Andy’s Confessional: I wonder if I can S’moogle that Sweet and Salty recipe. Or is it Sweet and Tangy? Kaha’s Confessional: I don’t actually drink so I do not know anything about mixing up alcoholic beverages (wrinkles his nose as he steps up next to Afu). I might just have to sit this contest out. Hunter’s Confessional: I hope she likes it. I make the best cocktails. Everyone says so. Afu’s Confessional: (after taste testing his concoction) Plum! That’s not the right mixture.
Mort’s Confessional: Should I ask Breanna to dance too like Miguel? She has to do something while waiting. Look at all those guys fighting over the spirits! Good thing I brought my own.

“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.

Andy has already had too much to drink. He left his juice in the middle of the floor.

“Ai-yai-yai-yai-yah!” Andy yells and begins busting a move behind the counter.

Hunter’s Confessional: That guy is super annoying.

Breanna and Hunter return to the end of the counter. It’s musical barstools tonight! Meanwhile, Kaha pulls out a bottle of fresh water.

Andy and Neal begin chatting. Afu still works on his drink. Breanna abandons her first drink to speak to Hunter once more. A nervous Mort disappears off to his room with sudden chest pains.

“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.

Breanna takes another sip of Hunter’s Silent Film.

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.”

Breanna leaves the bar with Hunter’s drink in one hand and Kaha’s glass of water in another.
Griffin catches Breanna’s eye. Kaha makes his move.

“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.

Kaha proceeds to tell Breanna all about making a home, and twisting the pipes into place, and how fun it is to see the water flow through for the first time. Breanna seems mildly impressed.

“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.”

A frustrated Kaha slinks off to sulk outside the tiki hut. Breanna returns to the counter. Kaha’s Confessional: Breanna touched my leg? How forward! Breanna’s Confessional: That wasn’t uncomfortable at all!

“Welcome back,” says Hunter.

“Thank… you…” Breanna replies, delicately.

Mort returns, a glass of milk in hand. Milk will help his acid reflux.
He quickly downs a glass when he sees an opening with Breanna. Too bad she needs to use the restroom. She’s desperately waiting for Hunter to get out of the bathroom off the hut. Breanna, there are other restrooms on the lot!
Mort’s Confessional: Oh my word! She is so beautiful!
Mort retrieves a chilled bottle of wine from the refrigerator. He returns to the counter only to discover someone “stole” the bottle opener. Griffin’s Confessional: Don’t look at me! (shrugs)
When Breanna returns, Griffin is waiting for her with a drink in hand. Hunter has returned to bar tricks. Andy sniffs, annoyed that he still hasn’t gotten an opportunity to chat with the bachelorette.

“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.

Andy’s Confessional: Hey! No fair! I want ice cream. Mort’s Confessional: Bats! I didn’t open the bottle fast enough.

“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.

Griffin’s Confessional: Come on, guys. Give me a break. I’d like a moment with Breanna.
Breanna’s Confessional: He removed his arm so fast. (pouts) I rather liked the feeling.

“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.

While Griffin goes for a napkin, Andy moves in. Afu swaggers across the room, catching Breanna’s eye. Miguel settles on the sofa across from Breanna, patiently waiting his turn.

“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.”

Griffin? What are you doing? Fail! Go sit with Breanna! Kaha has returned and is busting a move.

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.”

Breanna’s Confessional: I prefer a good white wine. But Mort was looking at me so earnestly. It was rather cute. I just couldn’t hurt his feelings.

“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?”

Breanna’s Confessional: I really didn’t.

“I promise I’m a normal dude… normal…ish… dude… guy… man… person,” Mort says, flustered.

“Eh,” she shrugs. “Normal is overrated.”

Meanwhile, Hunter has decided he’s had enough of his hot layers and sheds his clothes to jump into the swimming pool, catching Breanna’s eye.

“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’s Confessional: It was a little weird. The scuba suit. But… that drink was divine. And well… (flushes) That suit was a bit form-fitting. Andy’s Confessional: Hmmf! Whyyyyyyyyy didn’t I th…think… (his words are a little slurred) …to…try…scuba gear? Who knew… (he hiccups) …it was ssssuch… a turn…on! 

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.

Dance party! Breanna declares. Miguel smiles and slips off the barstool to join her. Afu somehow changed back into his other suit. Wow! So fast? How did he do that? Maybe he was wearing the scuba dive outfit under his tux. Griffin and Mort join in while Neal begins cleaning up some of the mess. Hunter offers to help and brings some dishes to the sink.
Whoo! Breanna is tuckered out after all that dancing. It’s good for her core, she laughs. Kaha picks up Mort’s half-empty glass of milk. Afu arrives with a second drink in hand – this one blue. Andy and Griffin flank Breanna.

“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!”

Breanna offers to help Hunter with dishes, but Neal shoos her away. Afu grins in her direction.

“I could watch you smile all night long, beautiful,” he says.

She giggles.

Andy finally makes it behind the counter and whips up a drink for Breanna… in a red party cup?  Breanna’s Confessional: Ugh! What is this? It’s brown! Griffin’s Confessional: That guy just can’t win. I can’t believe he already got wasted. Oh… that smells horrible.

“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.

When he returns a few minutes later, he’s covered in dirt and grime and smells like the wrong end of a cowplant. Neal winces. Ooo! Party foul!

“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.”

Miguel heads over to the bar, which is finally free, to fix Breanna her drink. Neal declares it is already midnight and the contest is over. Miguel sighs. Shoot! I missed it! Breanna declares Afu the winner. The chocolate and coconut drink was surprisingly refreshing and delicious.
He decides it doesn’t really matter. He didn’t really need to enter the contest. He can make a drink anyhow. Breanna’s favorite is Tang and Zing, he remembers.
Most of the contestants head into the main house now that it’s after midnight. Hunter decides to wow the remaining folks with his bar tricks. Miguel offers Breanna her favorite drink.

“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.”

Miguel’s Confessional: I am the luckiest guy tonight. I’m getting one-on-one with Breanna before the solo dates are declared.

“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.”

They start digging through the sand. Eyes up, Miguel!
Unfortunately, Breanna doesn’t find anything. A seagull poops on her shoulder. She freaks out. Miguel tries to calm her down. Miguel’s Confessional: It’s just a little seagull crap. (smirks) It won’t hurt. (shakes head) I don’t know if she’d survive in the jungle.
Breathe in… and… out. Breanna’s Confessional: (wails) I can’t believe my moment with Miguel was ruined! And my top! Is ruined too. She wanders over to a bush to tinkle. A little too much booze tonight? I guess that’s what happens with a mixology contest. It’s a long walk back to the beach house, and she’s not sure she wants to wear bird crap the whole way back.
Never fear! Miguel is here to save the day. He offers her his jacket. She eagerly ducks into the bush and removes the top, and slides her arms into Miguel’s oversized coat so she doesn’t have to walk back in just her bra and skirt. A lady would never do that.

“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.”

You’ve got to get down here… Merry texts her sister. Miguel and Breanna are getting some really adorable one-on-one time. He gave her his jacket!

“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.

Miguel suggests they gaze to at the stars. These two are so cute together!

“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)
  • Kaha (Water)
  • 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.

Hope you enjoyed. This chapter featured VanPelt81‘s Andy, MaggieMarley‘s Mort, afai1261‘s Griffin, Munterbacon’s Miguel, TheYayToast’s Hunter, nerdfashion’s Kaha, and divanthesimmer ‘s Afu. 

FYI, I’m taking a quick break tomorrow for a LASL update, but I’ll be back soon with more Bachelor and Bachelorette:  Sulani Style.

Day 1, Pt. 7: Good Evening, Sulani! and Voting Commences

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Welcome back to Paramours in Paradise. I’m your host, Neal Wheeler. Tonight, Levi met with seven beautiful women competiting against one another to be Levi’s future partner. What the ladies don’t know is we’ve kept the cameras rolling and they have the opportunity to earn some extra bonus points after the meet-and-greet earlier this evening. Levi, our bachelor, has just come back from a little solo night swim in the ocean. Let’s see what happens.’
Kiana heads straight to bed in her private quarters. She was so tired, she didn’t even bother turning the lights off. Gotta get your beauty sleep, girl! 
Caroline and Nakaia start chatting with one another. Oliana is annoyed by Nakaia’s presence.
Oliana announces that Levi clearly thought she was funny. Nakaia glares at her cousin and falsely instills confidence by stating Oliana copied her hairstyle and that will give her an edge.
Caroline doesn’t want to get in the middle of a family thing.
Oliana heads inside and fries an egg in toast, adding a pinch of salt. Okay a lot of salt. Island salt tastes better, doesn’t it, Oli?
Nakaia changes into something more comfortable and returns to the porch. “I’m funny,” she waves her arms around and cackles as she mimics her cousin. “Amateur!”
Leilani asks Hortance about her career.
Hortance happily replies, but mentions she hates children. (Oh yeah, we forgot about that little fact).
Already tense, Leilani is upset. Hortance attempts to calm her down.
After awhile, most of the ladies head to bed. Seriously, no one is taking advantage of extra time with the bachelor?? Oliana invites Hortance to star gaze with her. Hortance squints her eyes and wishes she wasn’t so near-sighted. She already took her contacts out for the evening.
Oliana and Hortance appear to be getting along well.
Oh wait! I take it back. Hortance passes Levi on the docks. She smiles. He says he was looking for her (as he hasn’t been able to get her out of his mind).
Hortance is thrilled to hear so and offers to give him her personal number.
Levi says he thinks she looks fine… especially in the bathrobe. His knees get a little wobbly and she suggests they sit down as she purrs happily. Hortance’s Confessional: Maybe I’ll rethink my thoughts on baby pink… maybe… just for Levi.
What’s wrong, Levi? Turns out… Levi has it bad for Hortance (all his whims were about Hortance, and many of his moodlets were related to her). Is he gonna be sick?
She manages to soothe his nerves and brighten his day. He confesses how he is totally into her.
Hortance explains she usually doesn’t go for younger men. Levi is shocked. Hortance smoothly recovers by saying she finds Levi hot enough to suit her tastes, and apologizes if she makes him nervous. 
Levi puts his arm around Hortance. “You also boost my ego too,” he says. Looks like these two are getting cozy!
Levi kisses… or nibbles… Hortance’s neck after she mentions she has a thing for vampires. She giggles.
He goes in for the full blown dip kiss. Whoa!
Hortance is a little caught off-guard. That was quick. Still… Hortance’s Confessional: I wanted to kiss Levi. And after that kiss, whoo! I need a cold shower. But I don’t want to move too fast. Let’s leave some mystery for later.
Levi politely kisses her hands good night and leaves.

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. 

Leilani Lovemore: +1 lovely outfit, -2 misunderstanding, +1 hands of friendship, +1 beautiful name, +3 compliment,  +1 ask about career, +2 discuss career, -1 bored, -1 unimpressed, -1 no sparks = 4 total
Caroline Grofield: -1 rude introduction, +1 smooth recovery (on Levi’s part and that’s why this point is added since he legitimately laughed in game after Caroline’s introduction), +1 adorably anxious, +1 flatter, +1 unique accessory, +1 hot outfit, +1 cute, -1 bad dancer, +1 A for effort, +1 pathetic attempts at flirting (the worse Caroline was in game, the more Levi liked it somehow!), +1 kiss from the bachelor, +1 rose (safe) = 8 total points
Kiana Hamilton: -1 late arrival, +1 ask question, -1 bragging, +1 funny, +1 impressed by introduction, +1 “rescued the damsel” (I know this isn’t really an interaction in game, but Kiana freaked out in the middle of her interview so I rolled with it, and Levi found it endearing), +1 game of charades, +1 whisper sweet nothings, +1 fire up, +1 tickle fight, +1 enjoyable conversation, +1 attractive, +1 great smile, +1 rose (safe) = 10 total points
Hortance Hildenbrand: +1 suave introduction, -1 made Levi nervous, +1 compliment appearance,  +3 boldness, -1 insult hometown, +3 get to know, +2 flirt, +1 suggest change of venue, +1 rose (safe), -1 rushing his answer, -1 over-confident, +1 experienced older woman, +1 planning for future, +1 flattery, -1 declined to go fishing (um… why, Hortance? You might like it), -1 playing hard to get, +1 risque question, +1 sweet talk, +1 thinking of woohoo (both did, but Levi’s points count), +1 hot woman  = 13 points Bonus Points: +1 exchange numbers, +1 brighten day, +1 confess attraction, -1 give fake bad news (from not liking younger men), +1 cuddle, -1 rejected kiss  = 15 total points (with 2 bonus points)
Oliana Kealoha: +1 cheerful introduction, +1 polite, +2 compliment, +1 welcome to the island, -3 failed jokes, +1 joke about mimes (the only one he didn’t dislike), -2 fake bad news (she did this twice??), +1 ask question, +1 suggest fun activities, +1 hug, +1 amusing = 5 total points
Indie Jones: +1 friendly introduction, +2 discuss interests, +1 ask about hometown, +1 enthuse about interests, -1 evangelize vegetarianism, +1 cook a meal, +1 kiss from the girl, +1 sweet girl, -1 thinking about Hortance, +1 flattery, +1 rose (safe) = 8 total points
Nakaia Aroha: +1 funny introduction, +1 stunning, +1 a lady who stays fit, +1 intriguing career, -1 brag, +1 challenge, -1 failed flirt, +1 show off muscles, +1 gorgeous outfit, +1 compliment appearance, -1 failed joke (Levi joked about his eyes, but Nakaia didn’t get it), +1 compliment personality, +1 rose (safe), +1 schedule a date with Nakaia = 7 total points 

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. 

Day 1, Pt. 6: Oliana, Indie, & Nakaia Meet Levi (PIP)

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Though he’s not sure how he will keep his mind on anyone but Hortance, Levi puts on his game face and decides to power through the last few contestants. After all, meeting beautiful women wasn’t exactly a chore. A dozen guys would kill to be in his place.

“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, ‘Wellpoop!'”

“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.

Uh oh! Where’s the bartender going?

“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.

Oliana’s Confessional: What a beautiful night! I’m happy to be here. Levi is such a nice man, and I look forward to meeting with him again. I think… for now… I might look at the stars. There’s so many… up there!
Levi’s Confessional: Well… Oliana… was different. All those jokes. Hmm… I could see things never being boring. She was pretty amusing, except for that poop truck joke. Ugh! (shudders)

“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.”

Indie doesn’t want Levi to wait. She starts pulling together ingredients, fresh-baked bread and all-natural butter from the refrigerator. She cannot believe Levi has never had guava-wood-smoked goat’s cheese before.

“Ooo… you’re in for a treat!”

Levi recommends she fry up some bacon. Indie is appalled and closes her eyes. She attempts to convince him that vegetarianism is so much healthier for a person, and who could eat a cute little piglet anyway?
Levi laughs half-heartedly and says they will have to agree to disagree. Indie sucks in a deep breath as if trying to decide if this is a deal-breaker.

“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.

Evidently, she’s really happy and shows her gratitude in the form of her lips on Levi’s.
Her expression of gratitude pays off. Levi gives her a rose, which she snatches, her eyes growing wide with surprise.

“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?”

Levi’s Confessional: Indie is a sweet girl. Honestly, her kiss was surprising, but I liked it. I think I’d still rather make out with Hortance, and that whole I-need-to-convert-to-vegetarianism thing was a bit much, but Indie is a solid A- in my book. And that sandwich? (he kisses his fingers) Delicious. (he smiles and strikes a pose confidently) Apparently I eat good, Indie said.  I could do a commercial with it. Maybe I missed my calling. Obviously, some of the ladies think I was meant for TV.
Indie’s Confessional: Aww… I couldn’t help myself. I just kissed him. (squeals with delight) He’s such a cutie. I think it was a total surprise. I’m usually much more composed, but I couldn’t help it. It was so nice to meet him. I think Oliana got a rose too. Does that mean we’re safe? I never really heard that part. I was just so happy to kiss the guy on the first night.
Levi’s Confessional: Wow. She is stunning.

“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.”

Evidently, Levi is impressed enough by Nakaia that he offers her a rose.

“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.”

Nakaia’s Voiceover: I got a rose! To be honest, I’m surprised. I could see how I’d make Levi very happy, but I’m not sure if he would make me happy. I just didn’t feel any connection really. I hope by thinking positive thoughts about him that I’ll change my mind. I wouldn’t want this to be a waste. He is good-looking, but I didn’t really feel like I got to know him.
Levi’s Confessional: That’s everyone. Oh… this really is paradise. Seven ladies. I hit it off with some. Not so much with others. Nakaia is definitely a gorgeous girl. I loved that fiery red. (he grins) And she has an intriguing job and dream for her future. I would like to do an active date with her I think.

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’s Indie 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’s Nakaia 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! 

Day 1, Pt. 5: Kiana & Hortance Meet Levi (PIP)

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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?”

They play a quick game of charades. A model? Levi guesses.
An important person in history? is his second guess.
A movie star? is his third guess. Nope, she shakes her head.

“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.

Levi repeats his gift of a rose before Kiana leaves. She is genuinely surprised, and smiles graciously.
Levi’s Confessional: I might slouch all day long… if she’ll help fix my posture. She’s very attractive. I’d like to take a yoga class with her… maybe a clothing-optional one? (he stares off into space with a goofy grin on his face) If she does that sort of thing. She’s got a great smile. I definitely want to schedule a date.
Kiana’s Confessional: Levi is so attractive. He’s classically hot with a little bit of stubble. Orange is a good choice for him. He’s funny too, but not overconfident. I like that. I could see us shooting basketball in the neighborhood and practicing yoga in the evenings and cooking brunches on the weekends. I think he’d love my souffles.
Hortance wonders how Kiana manages to go before her. Actually, she wonders how three ladies have already gone before her when she was clearly ready first and owning it. I’m a real lady, she thinks to herself, and I’m going to show Levi what it’s like being with a woman.
Work it, Hortance, she coaches herself. Swinging her arms and sashaying her hips. Levi seems to approve as his eyebrows arch and he immediately straightens in his seat. That’s right. Keep your eyes on me! Hortance smiles.

“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?”

Hortance orders a Simsmapoliton from the bartender, and a manly drink for Levi… a EAPA. She could already picture Levi chugging the beer with his guy friends while loudly watching the big game and forgetting to pick up his dirty socks like a real man. It would be heaven.
Levi is smitten by Hortance already as they slip into one of the off-limits bachelorette rooms. Neal still hasn’t returned so Holly decides ‘what’s the harm?’ Levi offers bachelorette candidate number four a rose.

“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.”

Levi grins.

“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…”

Hortance’s Confessional: Hmmm… (arches a brow) I got him. Hook. Line. And sinker. He was reeled in, and I even played a little hard to get. Somehow my confidence wasn’t a turn off. I don’t know why men are always terrified of me, even my late husband. Did I say late? I mean… ex! I’m not so scary, am I? Levi has serious potential in my book even if he’s a bit younger than I am. We connected, and I haven’t connected like that in a long time. It’s flattering.
Levi’s Confessional: (exhales heavily) Wooo! I need a cold shower! (laughs) Can someone bring me a bucket of ice? And a bottle of champagne? No… on second thought… just the ice. That Hortance is one… hot… woman! And she sure does know how to sweet talk a man. I’d stay in any night of the week if I knew she’d be waiting for me at home.

Author’s Notes: In my Sim world of Simterra, Veni is a representative of Venus or Aphrodite. Vlad the Impaler was also the inspiration for Dracula. 

Wow! That wasn’t at all how I expected those encounters to go. First, kittymeow’s Kiana – 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? 

Day 1, Pt. 4: Leilani & Caroline Meet Levi (PIP)

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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.”

Neal’s Voiceover: Welcome back to Paramours in Paradise… where seven lucky ladies are about to meet the man of their dreams… Well, one of them will get to go home with the bachelor. The others will have received a trip to Paradise. Speaking of Paradise, let’s meet-and-greet with our first lovely lady, Leilani Lovemore, a local islander.

“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.

Leilani’s Confessional: Levi showed interest in me. This is a good sign. I think we could make a good team. I’d be curious to learn more about his dreams as he asked about mine. I hope I get a chance to tell him of Sulani and all who live here… including the merfolk.
Levi’s Confessional: To be completely honest? (he winces) She was a little boring. I mean, the outfit was interesting, and she is beautiful, but I didn’t feel anything… (he thumps his chest) No sparks! I don’t want to be mean, but her dream is a little generic. It’s not like no one knows about Sulani. She could be a good friend though, perhaps. She obviously has a good heart.
Caroline’s Confessional: Oh my gawd! Why did I let Karleen talk me into wearing this? She knows what she’s doing right? She is the expert. I mean these are the shortest shorts I’ve ever worn in public. Ever! (the color floods her cheeks). And boots in the sand? Bad idea. My feet are already sweating. It’s so not sexy. Oh gawd! Sexy… do I even know how to be sexy?

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!

Neal: Whoaaaa! Holly shakes the camera. Holly: Did that just happen?

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.

Levi’s Confessional: Caroline is the sweetest! And those short shorts! She was workin’ it and she didn’t even know it. I thought the fork in the hair was adorable too. Who knew dinnerware could be such a turnon? She’s a cutie! I didn’t even really mind the ask for the water.

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?