Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

25 - Beach Party

Deano toiled up the steep sandy slope in the heat of the mid-day sun, weighed down by the paraphernalia that a morning on the beach now required - raffia mats; beach towels; parasol; windbreak; bags of creams, ointments and lotions; spare clothing; sun-hats; spades; fishing-nets; and heaven only knows what else. Ona and Lottie skipped ahead, water sloshing from a bucket that contained today's treasure. EssGee, resplendent in a peach bikini top and matching tie-dyed sarong, beach-bag hanging from one shoulder, ambled along behind, still reading her book.

"Neat!" "Wow!", cried Lottie and Ona coming to an abrupt halt at the top of the slope.

Deano trudged up behind them. "Move!", he barked. Dropping his load onto a picnic table, he collapsed onto the bench. "Frat brats", he muttered, surveying the half-a-dozen or so sports cars and RVs now blocking his way to the road, "Just what I need."

Sophia-Grace, sensing that the others had stopped, looked up from her book. A huge smile spread across her face. Wordlessly handing her book to Deano, unconsciously adjusting her hair and smoothing her skirt, she headed across the parking lot to where some of the 'frat brats' were gathered around one of the vans with its hood open.

Deano watched her sashay across the lot, barely concealing the look of contempt on his face and disgust in his voice as he called out to Ona and Lottie, "Come on kids, help me get this lot stowed and then we'll have lunch."

Lunch was over. Lottie and Ona were off with the bucket, taking their treasure back to the rock-pool it had been extracted from, and Deano was ostensibly tinkering with the engine, but was really watching the 'frat brats'. Before lunch, a lad in a top-of-the-range Mercedes convertible had arrived with a load of beer, and then they all, EssGee included, had headed into the dunes with the kegs, blankets and hampers. More had arrived, so there were now about twenty expensive vehicles barricading his exit.

Boys in T-shirts proclaiming their affiliation trotted back and forth, carrying gas cylinders, burners, wood, and other stuff from the RVs into the dunes. They seemed to be having two competitions, a) who had the most garish beach-shorts, and b) who could impress the girls by carrying the most in one trip. Girls in postage-stamp bikini tops and 'daisy-dukes', that left very little to the imagination, scuttered around the boys, giggling and pointing, carrying small bags and boxes.

Deano idly wondered how much carnage he could cause by ramming his way out of the lot.

"Go directly to jail", he chuckled to himself, "do not pass go!"

"Oh, you can pass go", purred a voice just behind him. A dark arm snaked around his waist, while nimble fingers scampered under his shirt and traced his abs, "I've been watching you watching me."

Deano slowly turned.

"Hi", breathed the girl, "I'm Tanya-Anne, but you can call me "Tani". Who are you?"

"D...d...d... Deano", he stuttered.

"Well, d...d...d...", mimicked Tani, pressing herself hard against his body and gyrating her hips, "is that a spanner in your pocket?"

Before he could reply, she raised her face to his and kissed him full on the mouth. One hand slid onto his buttock and squeezed, the other cupped his crotch. "Let's take your spanner to my van and you can look under my hood. My engine needs tinkering with."

Early evening and Deano went in search of the girls.

"Nice kite,", he called out, "new?"

"We found it.", responded Lottie gaily.

"Nice shawls, find those as well?"

"We were getting cold", shivered Ona, not meeting her brother's gaze.

Deano was no longer sure as to who was setting a bad example to whom.

"Come on,", he said, picking up the now empty bucket, "time to go home and have supper."

"Midnight!" Deano paced the length of the bus, torn between staying with Ona and Lottie, and going to find EssGee.

On one hand, Ona hadn't had a "Night Terrors" episode since arriving at the coast, on the other, EssGee was almost eighteen and could take care of herself.

Ten minutes later, Deano quietly closed the bus door and slipped into the warm, still night. Following the glow from the bonfire and sounds of a party in full swing, he headed into the dunes.

Midnight. Sophia-Grace was bored. The picnic lunch, with all kinds of delicacies from the hampers, had been divine. The afternoon had passed in a blur of beach-games, and the dusk bonfire-barbecue had been fun. Hanging out with like-minded people and chatting about everything and nothing - fashion, hairstyles, travel, films, reality TV - and even some shared parties where 'their parents had known her parents'. She even vaguely recognised some of their faces. But, when the conversation inevitably turned to more recent events, she felt excluded, marginalised.

Too little food and too much beer, the larger groups that Sophia-Grace could feel a part of had fractured. Couples escaped the light of the fire into the dunes, accompanied by laughter and squeals. The others congregated in small cliques. The boys only talked of one thing - sport - and only wanted one thing - to get past first base. The girls weren't much better. Sophia-Grace wandered aimlessly from the periphery of one circle to another, occasionally swigging from a bottle. Dizzy, irritated, excluded, she blundered into a boy coming out of the dunes, zipping up his fly.

"Oi!"

"Pard..."

"Oh, it's you!"

Sophia-Grace turned sharply to leave, stumbled into the darkness, and tripped over a piece of driftwood.

"Soph, come back, I haven't felt your tits!"

Deano slowed as he approached the bonfire, instinctively staying in the shadows.

Beer kegs, food containers, empty bottles, a bikini top, were strewn between the small circles of people. EssGee was nowhere to be seen.

As he skirted the party site, giggles and muted voices from the dark dunes alerted him; but none were her voice.

"Soph ...", a boy halfway through zipping up his fly.

EssGee shot out of nowhere, stumbling, tripping, contents of her bag emptying, bottle flying from her hand, sprawled in the sand, 20 feet ahead.

"... felt your tits!"

Bile rose in Deano's throat, his fists involuntarily clenching, gathering himself to spring at EssGee's attacker.

Sophia-Grace pushed herself up on her hands, causing her to look directly at Deano. "Oh shit!", she uttered.

Deano rushed to her side, trying to help her up.

"Let go.", she dismissed him, "Just back off!"

He started collecting her spilt possessions.

"Leave them!", she hissed, "I can do it. Just leave me alone!"

Dumbfounded, Deano scanned the dunes for fly-boy, willing him to step out of the shadows.

Temper rising, Sophia-Grace wrenched the stuff from Deano's hands, thrust it into her bag, and stormed off into the dark.

Deano, picking up the beer bottle, trailed after her.

"I'm here anytime she wants a real man!", shouted a disembodied voice from the shadows.

Deano spun and hurled the bottle into the dark.

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