Warnings: Sexual innuendo, mild profanity
And Lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man!
Nina Caliente was searching for a reason to get out of bed. She wasn’t tired, just apathetic. In fact, her therapist often said the root of her problems was that she had too much energy, which had a tendency to manifest in outbursts of aggressive and otherwise problematic behavior. Also, the delusion that she actually had a therapist.
What finally got her to lift her head was the realization that her sister was up before she was, and it wasn’t even noon yet. She’d made herself at home; there was already the usual path of destruction leading from the bed to the door.
“All kinds of weather, we stick together, the same in the rain and sun…”
Dina’s pitchy voice was cutting through the walls.
“Two different faces, but in tight places, we think and we act as one!”
“Still in bed? And I thought I was the lazy twin.” She climbed over the hide-a-bed; there wasn’t enough room to go around. "How can you just lie there when a new city is waiting eagerly outside your window with a come-hither look in its eye?"
Nina replied with a small groan.
“Oh, come on, honey! Now’s the chance to make some friends outside me and your own hallucinations!” Dina rummaged through the mess of clothes on the floor. “I don’t want to come back and find you dancing with the mop again.”
“It’s got better rhythm than you.”
Dina tried a change of tactics. “You know, there are boys out there.”
“Boys are stupid.”
“I know, but this is a college town. The boys here are men, supposedly. I mean, sure they’re even poorer than us at the moment, but you’re always telling me that’s ‘not important’.”
Nina rolled her eyes. “I don’t need a man, I just need an outlet.”
“There’s one behind the dresser,” said Dina, smirking. “An outlet, I mean, not a man.”
“But seriously—” Dina dropped all the cheeriness in her voice. “Nobody knows us here except Dulcinea, and you know she hasn’t been bragging about our…family history. Don’t you want to take advantage of that?”
She turned away and the cheeriness was back, albeit strained. “I mean, for all anyone here knows we’re Al Simharan princesses studying abroad—that’s what I’d tell everyone if I could pull off the accent.”
She said nothing else and started getting dressed.
“Okay. I’ll go with you.”
Dina beamed. “We can go to the outlet mall, if you like.”
They were eighteen-years-old, fresh out of high school but not yet on their own. While everyone else was backpacking through exotic locals for the summer, they’d ended up at their step-grandmother’s house near Sims State University. Both of them were content to just get out of town, especially in light of a recent incident involving Nina’s imaginary therapist.
"We're going out, Dulcinea!"
“Mmkay, don’t get pregnant.”
They decided to check out the “University Way Shops” located on the Sims State campus, across the street from the library. The college didn’t get out until the following week (a fact that their dad was blissfully unaware of) but the stores didn’t open for another hour.
The girls only had 200 simoleons to split between them, but besides clothes shopping their choices of joint activities were fairly limited. Dina was only interested in movies that had been out of theaters for decades and preferred not to spend money on any food that didn’t contain chocolate. Nina liked jogging, but not with her sister skipping along behind her.
They were waiting in a garden nearby, when a strangely dressed man appeared at the edge of the lot, twirling his mustache at the sight of them. Nina assumed he was a either a drama student or an eccentric professor.
“Oh no,” Dina whispered, as he tipped his hat to them and started approaching.
“What’s wrong, Deeds? I thought you liked old guys.”
“Not when they’re after our money.”
“What makes you think that?” The amount of money in Nina’s pocket could buy each of them a tracksuit or new underwear, but anything else they would have to share.
“He’ll take what he can get and we look like easy targets. Watch.”
“Good morning, ladies! Spare a coin to make a wish in the magic fountain? Built by fairies, believe it or not!” he said, gesturing toward it with a flourish.
Dina flourished back at him, smiling. “If only we had coins to spare.”
“Wish for more money, then. But keep your head up for bags of gold falling from the sky!”
Dina looked up skeptically. “If it can give us money, why does it want ours?”
“I’ve heard stranger things that turned out to be true,” said Nina, reaching into her pocket.
She tossed a coin into the water. There was barely time to think of a wish before Dina’s shrieks drowned out her thoughts.
“Nina! Dad gave that money to both of us! Half of that simoleon was mine!”
There were some flaws in that reasoning, but Nina was not in the mood to explain them. Her sister wasn’t going to shut up about this for the rest of the day, but it’s not like she ever shut up anyway. “I guess we’ll have to share the wish, then.”
“Oh and what’d you wish for? ‘True love’? That’s the one thing we can’t share, if you recall—” Dina winced and quickly changed the subject. “You could have at least tried the bags of gold thing!”
“Maybe we each get half a wish. You get half a million; I get half a boyfriend. I don’t care which half.”
Dina closed her eyes and inhaled, loudly. “I’m going to dive in there and take it back.”
“You can’t, that’s illegal. The owners of the park probably donate it to charity!”
“And then you won’t get your wishes!” the man added, reminding them that he was still there.
“She doesn’t really believe in magic; she’s just trying to annoy me by throwing money away! And now we’re not gonna have enough to buy anything but tracksuits!”
“Whoa, calm down, mini-miser!” The man stepped between the two of them, putting his arms around their shoulders. “All this bickering over a single coin?” He really wasn’t bad looking, Nina thought, strange facial hair choices aside.
“Oh shut up, thief,” Dina said, alerting Nina to the fact that he was indeed stealing their money as she spoke.
As soon as the money was back in Nina’s hands, Dina decided to pull a Pocahontas.
“Don’t kill him, sis! Although, I’m sure under the circumstances we could easily get away with it.”
“I can explain,” he sputtered. “I wasn’t trying to rob you—”
“Oh, I know you weren’t trying to rob us. Robbery by definition involves threat or force. For example, if my sister, having just kicked your ass, threatened to do so again until you handed over your monocle and snazzy hat—that would be robbery. I think the word you’re looking for is ‘pickpocket’, which happens to be something I have a sixth sense for. But if this is—as you’re going to claim—a misunderstanding, and we just assaulted you, then maybe we should all go the police right now?” she said, finishing with a raised eyebrow.
The eyebrow plus monologue were scary enough for him to make a break for it, leaving his hat behind. Nina could have caught him but her rage had subsided halfway through her sister’s power trip.
When he was out of sight, Dina pulled a man’s wallet from her sleeve. “So, shopping anyone?”
“What the—did you just pickpocket the pickpocket?”
“Yeah, while he was pickpocketing you. Don’t you think he deserved it?” Her smile broke when she saw the look Nina was giving her. “But don’t worry; I’m not planning to make a habit of it or anything.”
“You better not or I’ll punch you.” Nina snatched the wallet out of her hands. It contained at least enough simoleons to buy a pickup truck and still have enough for a jalopy. ”I bet he stole this too. We have to turn it into the police!”
“Of course! …But you know, it’s probably just petty cash he lifted from loads of people who they’ll never be able to find.”
“Uh-huh.” Inside were a Driver’s License and Sims State University ID, bearing the name and picture of a young man who was definitely not the guy with the monocle, as well as a library receipt for The Definitive Book of Pickup Lines, Zombies? Zombies!, and Sense & Sensibility. Also, a couple of condoms.
Dina was still talking. “Plus, now that that he’s got a taste of his own medicine, he’ll probably never steal from anyone ever again. And in fact, the amount of money he’s now not going to steal could very well outnumber the amount in your hand!”
Without a word, Nina took off in the direction the thief had originally come from. Dina followed, skipping to keep up.
“Excuse me, is Parker Langerak in there?”
“Yeah, he’s probably in the Jane Austen section, scoping for chicks.”
That’s where they found him. He didn’t hear them coming because his headphones were the loudest thing in the room. Nina took a deep breath and tapped him on the shoulder. “Um…Parker?”
He quickly took out his earbuds and gave her his full attention. He was cute, with dark eyes and a bright smile. Quite a few years older than her but still young enough, in Nina’s opinion (Though, probably not in her father’s opinion.)
“Are you, um, missing something?”
“Your number! You must be new in town, if we’d met before I would definitely remember.”
Nina blushed. “Yeah… I’m here to check out what Sims State University has to offer.”
“I’m what Sims State has to offer. You gonna check me out?”
“Is this yours?”
“Wow, how’d you do that?” he said, checking his pockets. “Are you one of those street magicians?”
“Yeah, and I’m her lovely assistant.”
“No. We found it,” Nina said, throwing her sister a look.
“Oh. Thanks! Didn’t know I lost it.” He seemed grateful, but disappointed that she didn’t have magical powers. “Look, if you ladies really want a taste of campus life, there’s a party tonight over at the new tower. I’m bringing Myshuno.”
“I love Myshuno.”
“The party starts at six, just look for the tallest building on campus!” As soon as he finished his sentence, it was suddenly as if he was called by some invisible force. “I gotta go to class,” he said, without even looking at his watch.
And then he was gone.
“College boys, Deeds! Can you believe it?”
"To think I thought they were a myth. I hope it’s a real party and not a creepy euphemism.”
“I don’t care either way!”
“Honey, you don’t think that guy’s the ‘true love’ you wished for, do you?”
“That’s silly, Deeds! Why, do you think he likes me?”
“Of course he does,” Dina sighed. “Can we finally go shopping, now? You can’t go to a college party dressed that. We’ll have to see if Dulcinea can lend us an extra simoleon, unless you want to show up in a brand new tracksuit.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, Deeds. I was really out of it this morning.” Nina patted her pocket, only to find it was empty.
“Missing something?” said Dina, with a smug look on her face. “Maybe I should be a street magician!”
And yet Nina couldn’t bring herself to be too concerned about her sister’s newfound kleptomania. It was shaping up to be a much better day than the one before.
The song "Sisters" is by Irving Berlin.
The Caliente album pictures suggest they had a good childhood with loving parents and a comfortably middle class economic status, but in my mind their lives took a sharp downfall right as they hit adolescence. Their memories show their mother died before they reached their teens, and Nina did not grow up well from a teen to an adult. So I guess I picture them as “fallen princesses” in a way, which would explain why Dina is the way she is.
They are supposed to be 18 here, which still counts as a teenager to me. I realize some people might still be squicked seeing Young Adult Sims flirting with Sims in the Teen stage, but I don’t think they look underaged and all relationships will be within the "half your age + 7" rule. They have such narrow faces that aging them down just sort of filled them out. I won’t be posting any explicit content with them like this, so hopefully it won’t be much of an issue.
Also, here’s their personality points if anyone needs a refresher:
Nina: Neat - 8, Outgoing - 2, Active - 9, Playful - 2, Nice - 4
Dina: Neat - 2, Outgoing - 8, Active - 1, Playful - 8, Nice - 6
Notice a trend?
Thank you so much for reading! Please comment!