Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

12 - Dinner for One

Analise walked into the restaurant, resplendent in a gold glitter cocktail dress,

and approached the maitre'd (never book, you're important enough that they will find a table, if they don't, you never dine there again, and trash them in the press). The hotel manager had briefed the staff that afternoon, her table was ready. Was she expecting company? An imperceptible signal and the table waiter cleared the other place setting before she arrived (slowly, give the other diners time to admire and wish they were you, if you're feeling mischievous, pick someone at random and wave at them). The maitre'd pulled her chair out (count to three before sitting, you are NOT that hungry), laid a napkin on her lap and offered her the menu (she was pleased to see there were no prices on it).

She dismissed it with a slight flick of her wrist, "Whatever the chef recommends" (puts the kitchen into a blind panic), "and a mineral water, please."

The table waiter brought her water (sealed, presented, opened at the table - he'd been trained as well)

and the bread basket (nibble, never finish your first piece - Analise had taken precautions and eaten a local speciality dough-ball whilst out shopping, she was looking forward to the second one back in her room). The chef's choice of starter was 'fruits de mer fusilli tricolore', which she rather enjoyed and resented leaving some (never clear your plate, you are NOT that hungry) and "chicken medallions in a citrus butter with seasonal vegetables" for entrée, which she ate all of, by using the remains of the bread as a decoy.

"Would Ma'moiselle care to see the dessert trolley?"

Ma'moiselle could kill for the dessert trolley, "Non merci"

"Coffee? Digestif?"

"Expresso Amaretto, thank-you"

She could see the table-waiter bringing some concoction of coffee and whipped cream in a tall glass towards her, at least there was no umbrella. She stared him down and he veered off between two other tables. He returned, a few minutes later, with a cocktail glass of expresso and liqueur, and a biscotti. She hated him, she adored biscotti, but she couldn't eat it!

She finished her expresso, dabbed her lips with the napkin, and placed it on the table. She counted slowly in her head, and got to 43. The maitre'd politely enquired if all was satisfactory (if they arrive before 30 they want to see the back of you, after 60 and they're not paying enough attention), and when Analise replied "Delightful" (if you want to upset them "acceptable"), he got her chair (count to three, stand up, walk out slowly, don't ask for the bill, someone else will pay, or it will be added to your room).

Analise relaxed on her bed laughing,

she'd forgotten just how much fun dining out could be!

She lay in bed. It was so hot! She opened the French-doors, pulling the thin curtain across. There was no possible way anyone could see in, but she needed the curtain for her own peace-of-mind.

There was no breeze; opening the doors had achieved nothing! She took the T-shirt off, dropped it on the floor and pulled the sheet to her chin. A few minutes later she fumbled under the sheets and dropped her knickers on top of the T-shirt. She lay on her back under the cool sheet - not even with John had she ever been naked in bed before - the caress of the silk sheet as she moved was faintly erotic, a bit like being in a French movie. She fell asleep, dreaming of a chorus line of can-can dancers - all with tanned, shapely thighs.

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