Don´t know what happened to Cathy. I guess it was the chemistry table.
Being the baby in the house, Beverly get´s a lot of love from everyone.
There was a prom. I didn´t expext Randolph to wear his formal, but what happened to yours, Cathy?
Catherine: … the limo was late. So we went here by bike.
Catherine: Actually, I don´t want to talk about it.
I think there went something wrong because Randolph asked Connie to go with him to prom. She arrived at the house, but there was no limo, so I sent them on their own, and they didn´t change their clothes. Connie stayed at the house, but had a fabulous time at the prom with Randolph nontheless.
Catherine: I didn´t! I fell flat on my face! Perhaps if I also stayed at home, I would have become prom queen!
Macella starts to work on her LTW. There´s an accident.
Macella: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I´m on fire!
I waited to see, if she would run to the shower herself. She didn´t.
So I made her. Stupid sims.
Randolph: That´s a magnificent picture.
Uhm… you don´t notice anything weird?
Randolph: No, why?
No reason. Stupid question, really.
Macella repeatable sets herself on fire. At this rate, she´ll never reach her LTW.
Shaoran draws Miles.
Shaoran: Your hair looks a bit like a brush…
Shaoran: Now both arms in the air please…
Shaoran: OK, perhaps I should have used the easel…
Miles: Are you kidding me??
Miles: Are we finished yet??
Shaoran: A good picture takes time, I mean, think of the Mona Lisa…
Miles: … This looks nothing like me, but I like it!
This kind of turns into a berry-legacy, but that´s OK.
Someone suggested Shaoran should have a bachelor party. The groom is thrilled.
And I don´t really know what happend to Jaron.
I kind of treated this like every other party and just invited a bunch of people.
Including this lovebirds.
Macella: They are blocking the bed! I want to wohoo with my fiancé!
Amber: Dear, you look ridiculous!
Jaron: This better?
Amber: Much better, handsome!
Macella: Want to find another bed?
Shaoran: Uhhh… this is so embarassing!
The other guests meet at the bar.
Randolph: Hehehe, juice!
Gabby: Urgh, Fiona!
Fiona: …her outfit kind of resembles mine…
Gabby: Who are all these people?
Just some random guests and family, chatting with the
strippers dancers, or themselves, ominous puddles and clothing on the floor, underage drinking, and… Oh, f***, can somone put the toddler to bed??
Fiona: So, how do you stay so slim? Lots of vegetables?
Carly tries mixing.
Jaron: Let me!
Carly: I´ve got this!
Jaron: No, you don´t! What are you doing??
Carly: Phew, he´s gone! Better look this one up on the cooking chanel!
Uhm, I don´t think you can learn mixology that way.
Carly: You can´t??
I like her.
Nothing really interesting happened after this, and/or I took no more photos. One or the other.