Awkward Encounters: Day 7

Was it a coincidence that the day after the allegations of corruption had surfaced, Reece was bounced from his Super Sim position, and in fact was the designated Loser for the day?  Coincidence or not, it didn’t really quell the gossip—and the whole situation left Reece feeling quite discouraged.

Efrain, on the other hand, had woken to find the prized green Super Sim hat outside his door, and was feeling in the mood to party.

 

All of the sims had received emails that morning, along with instructions not to discuss them with one another.   

Could that be the reason for Braylen’s distinctly inappropriate behavior?  Really, Braylen! 

 And, Deb!  What on earth did she ask Hunter during Morning Meeting?

Calling a halt to the, um, discussion, Efrain announced that it would be a home day for all of the sims except for one.   

The Sim in Spot opportunity that morning was rather dubious—a sim would go to the park, find a likely stranger, and flirt with them successfully enough that they agreed to come home with him  or her. 

Even Braylen, who had demonstrated only half an hour earlier that he was open to some pretty risqué behavior, seems to have been embarrassed by this one.  Hunter’s opinion was that it was garbage, and Alysha said firmly that it wasn’t in any way consistent with family values or morality.

Reece, however, perhaps still stinging from his sharp demotion to the Loser chair, agreed that he’d give it a try.  So after Morning Meeting, he set off for the park.

Scanning the area, he strolled over to a distinguished-looking older gentleman playing a quiet game of chess.

“Mind if I join you?  Reece Britton.  I’m new in town—“

“Have a seat.  Tommy Rassmussen, glad to meet you.”

After some chess and casual chat, Reece decided to ease into his mission for the day.   

Although Tommy initially put on a show of reluctance, Reece persevered.

By 6:00 pm, he returned to HRS with Tommy, mission accomplished!   

One can only wonder what Tommy thought of the household.  Certainly his hopes, if he had any, were destined to be dashed—he spent the evening chatting a little and playing a rather lonely game of Blicbloc. 

As it turned out, it was a busy and uncomfortable evening for the HRS sims.  Each sim had received an email that morning—instructing them that they were to approach the household member whom they found most attractive and make their moves.  Of course, no one was sure whether other sims had also received the same instructions—it was all horribly awkward and embarrassing.

Keira cornered Efrain out on the patio, where a casual supper turned  very quickly into an awkward encounter.

Alysha made her approach to Reece, but perhaps her choice of venue could have been better.

Braylen spent some time thinking about the ideal venue,  but was caught unawares when Efrain reached out to him.   

By chance, he was planning to approach Efrain, too—the situation might have become quite romantic, had it not been for the presence of Aileen. 

Having just been rejected by Efrain herself, she was very distressed to find herself the unwilling witness to the suggestive behavior of the two men.

Braylen, perhaps not the most sensitive of souls, seemed either not to notice, or not to care about Aileen’s humiliation.  He had a wonderful idea.

Efrain was probably not unwilling to have his hands kissed—if only Aileen hadn’t been staring at them the entire time!

“Zut, alors! “ exclaimed Braylen furiously.  “You play weeth my heart!  You toy weeth my feelings!  I cannot tolerate thees cruel behavior!  Good night!”

Upstairs, things were not going any better.  Having fortified herself with a drink, Deb approached Hunter in his bedroom and told him of her feelings. Inexplicably, Hunter shut her down, then proceeded to express his attraction to her in return! 

 Things might have taken a better turn for them, had not Reece shown up at that very moment, to find them sitting together—on his bed.

Perhaps overwhelmed by embarrassment at this situation, Deb, apparently forgetting her earlier admission, denied any interest in Hunter, and went to bed herself.

Hunter, once again finding himself in a bad situation at the end of a day in HRS, slumped off to repair the leaking toilet.  After all, his day could hardly get any worse at that point.