5.4 Bonegnasher

NSFW: there's some butts here, blurred butts, but butts none the less (hehe)

Autumns first days had made it's whereabouts known, the chill in the air barely noticable. Walter was chatty as usual. Neda had decided that meeting him out in public was the best thing, that way Steve wouldn't be able to say anything about nothing. Though, for some reason Irenas advice still stuck in the back of her mind. It ofcourse had nothing to do with her own wishes, it was all her sisters fault.

She interrupted his tirade of chattiness: Walter, I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend. Im sorry I've been leading you on. I hope you'll be able to forgive me one day

The bush they were standing next to protected them from curious eyes, and for a short second she worried that he was going to go all werewolf on her. He looked far from happy, but why would he be?

The beautiful day must have done something to his mood, as he quickly calmed down: Thanks for telling me, Neda. I'm not really that surprised that you're already spoken for.

Spoken for? What was this, some bad movie? She let it slide, and pretended it didn't creep her out even the slightest.

I'm so glad to her that! Neda was thrilled either way: I really like spending time with you, and you're one of my very best friends. She had been worried sick about loosing his friendship, which she wasn't willing to. He smiled at her, so that probably meant he was happy about it to. It was always good beeing friends with your boyfriend, but that didn't meant that any friend should be your boyfriend.

As all irony would have it, the sky opened and rain started pouring down. That was so typical. Why couldn't weather stay stable. She'd even checked the forecast for today: Great! Hey how about we go back to my place, and grab something to eat. I'll order pizza and we can watch a movie!

The Pizzadelivery lady knew her by firstname now, she was getting quite the regular. Pizza had become a large part of her diet, and would probably give her an early heartattack.

Atleast Walter wasn't to posh to eat pizza, which was good. Because Neda completely forgot that maybe fancy sims ate different food.

So there's not really a lot on the tellie. She didn't have one of those fancy tvs that could go straight online: But we could go and catch a movie instead if you want to. 

I'm fine watching whatevers on, he smiled; as long as it's with you. Oh boy, this wasn't exactely what she'd been aiming for. It hadn't! She'd had absolutely no other thought behind this than a friendly one.

Walter smelled a tad sour from the rain. She'd never get why that happened, when the outside usually smelled a lot better. And now she was sure he was a bit taller than Steve. But this was all so innocent. Just a hug between friends.

A part of her wanted to pretend she got surprised when they started kissing. But truth was she hadn't been difficult to persuad. But, like, what was she going to do? Think before acting? It didn't have to go further after all. A bit of kissing was all innocent. And it wasn't technically cheating.

Besides, they were a bit chilly from the rain.

This was the last time she'd ever listen to her sister. And she didn't even feel guilty about it. Why not? She was supposed to be a good sim!

Even when meeting Steve she didn't feel guilty, okay maybe a bit. She just had some guilty flashbacks to Walters lips and... well, other things once in a while.

I'm sorry I've been so busy lately. Work and school is killing me. Steve sounded pretty tired, the dark rings around his eyes gave it off as well.

It's okay Texas! Neda smiled, he didn't seem to suspect anything: I understand. We can meet when you have the time for it. School first. 

He gave her that look again: Is everything okay? You seem a bit tense. 

What? Oh, Neda explained. I'm really struggling with school. It's hard and I'm having a bit of trouble learning things. I just need better studyhabits. And, you know. I could use some relaxation. Hopefully it would stop him from asking more questions.

As usual, Steve was happy to help her relax as long as he had the time. Neda on her hand, was just thrilled her neighbours weren't wondering why there nearly was a line of guys standing outside her door.

Ofcourse they also did other things together when he had time to spend the night.

It was just that he usually didn't. But that's how it was when working on those 24 hours open stores.

And he usually let her sleep when he got called after, like any decent sim would. Which again meant she woke up alone.

Did the barista knew she was a cheater? Could he see it on her? Was that why he wasn't looking at her? Neda was starting to freak out sometimes. Her emotional wellbeeing went up and down, everything from completely guiltfree, to beeing sure everyone could see where Walter had touched her. Which, lets be frank, was a lot of places.

She went over to the nerdstore, to feel less judged. But instead she met the cashier in his swimtrunks. Which was gross, so she decided to be the judgmental one instead.

Some greasy fairy with tiny bumblebee wings invited her to dance, and Neda decided to join. He looked harmless, but that creepy smile he had irritated her a bit. Even if he was more than friendly enough: So, what's a girl like you, doing in a shop like this?

Reading, she answered, all the time beeing aware of swimtrunkman staring at them.

Really? Not looking for a new boyfriend?

What's that supposed to mean? Oh shit, had Walter been telling everyone? Had someone figured it out on their own? 

A pretty thang like you have a boyfriend right? The fairy tried beeing flirty again? I just hoped you wanted a new one. If you have one that is, which I assume. Since your cute and all.

Oh, yeah. I have a boyfriend. Wow, that was just not what she'd assumed.

So, he put on his best smile: Do you want to take a walk in the park? He liked the park, like most fairies.

He looked like the type that gnawed the last piece of flesh of humanbones before he threw them in a pit of fire. If he were a horrorfigure, his name would be bonegnasher. No way in hell was she going with this serialkiller to some deserted park: I have a boyfriend. So thanks, but no thanks. That was a pretty nice way of putting it, Neda thought.

Oh! Oh! Oh that is soooo typical! Getting a guys hopes up, but ofcourse she has a boyfriend! Bet it's some huge jock huh! The nerds are, as usual, not good enough for you! Huh?! Yeah, well, we aaalways end up making a lot more than those guys! Have fun beeing beaten by your jock boyfriend, bitch! He'll leave you with four kids in a trailer for some floosy half your age!!! 

Then bonegnasher litterally flew out the door. What a dick.

Almost as soon as bonegnasher had left, an equally disturbing thing happened: Excuse me. Neda went over to the redhead: There's a man stalking you. Really, a guy walked after her and kept staring at her.

No ones stalking me, Ye said.

Yeah, that man right over there. She moved her head slightly in his direction, careful so that he didn't notice that she'd noticed him.

What are you talking, you crazy bitch? No ones stalking me! What the hell, she didn't see the creep that was litterally standing right next to her?

He's litterally right next to you!

No ones there, you bitch! 

Whatever! Fuck you! That was it. Neda was done with these nerds! And everyone complained about Jocks! Why? These freaks were a lot worse!

As the jocks- of- the- lanterns wanted it, she got invited to a kegparty at Mahmouds fraternity.

She had no idea why she'd been invited, she'd barely met the guy before. Not that she was complaining when Mahmoud picked her up and helped her drink of the keg. He was halfnaked to, but what did she care.

There was some seriously strong stuff they were drinking. Neda hadn't been much of a drinker, so maybe she should've taken it slower. But these guys really partied hard, and she didn't want to be any worse!

No really, they were nice guys. A bit on the wild side, but kind at heart. So she drank with a clear conscious.

butts....

Mahmouds butt....

more butts....

so many butts....

Wait, this wasn't her bed. And why was she remembering so many butts?!! Okay Neda, take a deep breath. Try to piece together everything that happened. You weren't that drunk, you're just a bit hungover. Butts.... So many butts... because they were streaking. Okay, there weren't so many butts because you... well, you know. They were just streaking.

What else happened?

The cop! Someone called the cops on the kegfest! Damn, he mouthed of Mahmoud. Poor guy. Wait, was it because I called... didn't I call him Rudolph? Ups, I'm never getting invited back here.

Looking around Neda calmed down, she was still at the frathouse. Who else would have that gross chair, and actually sit in it. Damn, that headache was aweful. She'd been drunk the night before, but not so drunk that she didn't know her own name. It was just this damn hangover making it hard to focus. What else had happened?

I know him, talking to someone I know. Who's that again. Caps, I know who that is. Man, this headache was aweful.

Neda got up, just to realize she was naked. Damn hangover! Blinking hard at the light, she tried again. Think, what happened. Come on Neda, you weren't that drunk!

That cap, that was... Oh no. She'd made out with Troy! Eeeew! He'd been so cold and pasty. He'd had a wild ammount of stamina though. Wait, why did she know he was cold, pasty and had a lot of stamina?

It came crashing down on her. She'd fucked Troy! Oh no, she'd fucked Troy! She had a boyfriend, and a lover, and she still had fucked Troy!!! Oh no! And he had a girlfriend! Oh no!

Assuming it was Troys fault her mouth tasted like death and decay, Neda didn't have time before class to run home and shower. But she swore, if Troy told anyone, she'd rip his fangs out and stab him in the eyes with them. The hell, those kegfests at Mahmouds were crazy!

Ofcourse she then couldn't say no when Ye, that crazy fucker, invited her to a kegfest. But this wouldn't be as wild as the other, she was sure of it. These women were a lot more sophisticated than a bunch of jocks. Neda obviously didn't like Ye, but she'd just fucked Troy; and Ye and him were dating. So it would seems suspicious if she didn't go.

She did her best to help with a kegstand, but Neda wasn't exactely well trained.

Ofcourse she dropped her, Ye got angry and Neda was really just happy that it wasn't Troy she was mad about.

Neda was smart, and waited until big, strong Anoki came alone and picked her up like she was a leaf. Not that she was going to get drunk this time. Just a little to heal the hangover.

After the initial kegstand, she just had a few more drinks, just a few more. Nothing bad was going to happen now. Not that she was oogling big, strong Anoki or anything. He wasn't that hot, he just thought he was.

Butts... More butts. Anoki- butt so hot.

Wait, this wasn't her room? Not again! Come on, she hadn't had that much to drink! The hangover was even worse this time, even if she wouldn't think that was possible. Okay, she'd definitely not fucked Anoki, he'd probably have crushed her under that massive body and she'd be dead now. Think Neda, who helped you to bed. Guaranteed one of the girls.

Let's see, the bonfire. Yeah, she remembered that. But who was with her? No one special. Okay, move on to the next memory.

She was making out with someone, he'd been in the pool. Because his body was wet; slim. Not Anoki then, not that she had the hots for him or something. Who was it? It wasn't Troy again was it? No, not pasty enough. Damn headache.

Walter! She'd slept with Walter again?! The day after she slept with Troy? Holy shit, she was like some community matrass! What the fuck was wrong with her?! Okay, that was it, she was never drinking again!
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So this is what happens when you have the opportunist at university for the record. Recommended 10/10. I blame RLC- rules for this one. It's depraving my kindhearted sim, turning her into some wildchild. So this is techincally not my fault. Ofcourse, I could just say no to the partyinvites but it seems a bit cheaty, since I know that they'll consist of opportunities.

To be a bit more clear, it's a mix of the RLC rules and a homebrewed one. I've had "opportunist" before with 1 gen, and she had so few opportunities. So to compensate, I make the sims with that roll go with their wishes; especially if I think they somehow relates to an opportunity. Try to do that either way, but I'm strickter with the opportunist. However, when I made that "extra rule" for myself, I didn't have uni, so it kind of backfired a bit :) I could've just stopped, but to be honest I absolutely love it. Because that makes Neda so immensly affected by the RLC rules that it's pretty much changed her entire story. Anyway, I try to get her to go with guys she already know, because it seems more fitting to her traits. I could also appologize for the buttpictures, but I have the humour of a small child.   

Oh Neda, I'm sorry that RLC and me, made you into this, but it's a bit funny.

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