Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

16 - Too Close For Comfort

"Ignore the spirits, they're tagged. And the till will be empty, so forget that. I'll go this way and get the food; you hunt around for what you need."

"They're over there", said Sophia-Grace, pointing to her right.

"How do you know?", he said, quietly vanishing down a long aisle to their left.

"I can read the sign", she sighed sadly.

"Deano!", hissed Sophia-Grace, "where are you, Deano?"

Sophia-Grace had got everything she needed (and some dazzling lip-stick shades and pastel eyeshadows that she didn't) but now couldn't find Deano. She was starting to panic. Perhaps he was outside waiting for her. She berated herself for not arranging a meeting place, something she always did with Lottie, and made her way to the back of the store. Passing a centre display of 3-for-2 spirits, she unthinkingly grabbed a bottle of vodka.

"Deano!", she hissed, "where the hell are you?"

The side door was shut; she couldn't remember if they'd shut it on their way in. Perhaps the wind had blown it shut and she was now trapped until the store opened, when she'd be caught and thrown in jail! Panic rising, she pushed at the door with her foot; It swung gently open.

"Deano, where the f**k are you?", she called.

He had to be outside. She stepped through the door and all hell broke loose.

Deano had just about finished, he been deciding between pears or plums (he liked pears while EssGee liked plums - he been veering towards plums), when the alarm went off. His first assumption was that a police patrol had found the forced door. He ran along the end of the aisles searching for EssGee. Unable to find her, he doubled back to the front of the store to check the fresh produce bays, and that was when he saw her, running pell-mell down the road outside, bags in one hand, bottle of vodka in the other. Then the patrol car, full sirens and lights, came screaming down the road from the other direction.

Bags in hand, he bolted.

He caught up with EssGee just as another patrol car came into view from the opposite direction, he grabbed the sleeve of her blouse, ripping it, and spun her into an embrace, bags falling to the dusty ground, spilling their contents into the ditch.

'Please, please, please, keep going', he thought to himself, 'we're just having a snog, nothing to see here officers.'

The patrol car speed past.

"Let me go!", screamed Sophia-Grace, beating her fists on his back, "LET! ME! GO!"

She twisted out of his embrace, but he caught her arm.

"You ...", he was lost for words, "... you ...".

He wanted to say something rude, "... you stupid ...", he needed to add more.

Deano knew a lot of rude words for a woman, he'd heard his mother called most of them when he was younger, but he just couldn't use one of those. A distant memory shot to the surface, an older girl had called herself this, he didn't know what the phrase meant - 'equal opportunities cuddle slut' - , but it hadn't sounded nice, but then, as she'd called herself it, it couldn't be that bad. "... slut!" he added.

The stinging slap to the side of his face, coupled with being unbalanced as Sophia-Grace ripped her arm from his grasp, caused him to trip on the shopping and fall to the ground.

"Never!"

"Never!"

"NEVER!" She punctuated each word with a vicious kick to his legs. The last one, from a stone lodged in the tread of her boot, caused a deep ragged gash in his calf.

"Call me that again!", storming off into the night.

Deano, in a state of shock from the ferocity of the attack, collected the groceries as best he could, and limped after her.

When Deano got back to the bus, EssGee was sat towards the back, in her bra and skirt, sewing the rips in her blouse sleeve. He limped slowly down the bus, trying to maintain eye contact, but he had to look down every now and again to check his progress.

"What you staring at?", she hissed at him, venom dripping from every syllable.

"You want these", she said, thrusting her breasts out.

"Boys like you don't ask, you just take!", she spat.

Deano, maintaining eye contact in case she flew at him, she was holding a pair of scissors, carefully lowered the bags to the floor, fished around for the vodka, then limped backwards down the bus, turning only at the door.

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