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210 - “Locker Room”

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(( Smile - Lil Duval, Snoop Dog ))

*Trent yawns deeply*

Bryan: Bootleg Grace Jones’ got you out in these streets like that?? *group laughter & groans*

Trent: Yo, you’s mad disrespectful.

Kareem: He’s just messin’ with you.

Bryan: You mad sensitive!

Drew: Quit being an ass.

Bryan: How am I being an ass? I just asked a question. *Trent shakes his head in disgust* What?! Nigga, we all here thinking it! Just ain’t no one sayin’ shit.

Drew: Nuh-uh. Speak for your damn self.

Kareem: I think what Ball is saying, is Emilie’s not your “typical” type.

Trent: And what’s my “typical” type?

Bryan: You really ‘bout to sit there and play as dumb as you are tall??

Trent: Really, negro!?

Kareem: Y’all just chill?! Damn!

Bryan: She’s just basic, is all I’m saying.

Trent: You mean, she’s not a model, because—

Bryan: Nah, I mean she’s regular. D and Hawk’s chicks ain’t models either, but—

Trent: Who the woock is Hawk?

Drew: *sigh* He means Dirk’s boy with the mohawk; Obie. *Trent chuckles*

Bryan: Regular as he is, his bitch is fine as woock!

Kareem: Regular my ass? You seen that dude? How many “regular” ass men you seen rocking mohawks and shit? *group laughter* Shiiit, I saw Livi damn near walk into a pole staring at him the other night.

Trent: First of all, ain’t nobody basic ‘round here ‘cept yo ass and them gold diggin’ groupies you be bringing back to the spot. *uncomfortable laughter* Second, how and with whom I choose to spend my free time ain’t got shit to do with you.

Bryan: You light skinned niggas be mad sensitive—

Kareem: *annoyed* Yo, Ball, shut it! Shit!

Trent: *counting on fingers* You, Vance, Abel, hell, even Carl ain’t said but two words to none of these sims since we got here, but stay throwing shade. Maybe if you pulled your head out my ass for two seconds you could focus on your own sex life instead of worrying ‘bout mine!

*snickering*

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200- “Bad & Bougie”

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For easier reading, please see transcript below:

Dirk: What do you think’s going on over there?

Bryan: Bryan: You know Vance. Gotta be in charge of every damn thing. *fake Henford-on-Bagley accent* I do declare, tonight we are having “surf ’n turf”! *group laughter*

Dirk: So, Kehlani’s?

Drew: Yep. Might as well get it out of the way early this year.

Arun: Kehlani’s?

Dirk: It’s Vance’s favorite restaurant out here.

Kareem: Just about the bougiest place you can think of—

Drew: Food’s decent though.

Obie: Is it authentic?

Bryan: Yeah—yeah. It’s authentic, just fancy.

Obie: But you guys don’t like it?

Dirk: Nah, it’s not that. It’s just… it—

Drew: It’s more public. More public means more hassle—

Dirk: It’s not that bad. Sims out here tend to respect our space, but they gawk. *Obie & Arun offer a commiserating nod* It’s a mild nuisance, but the food makes it worthwhile.

Obie: That’s great, ‘cause Wally loves Sulanese.

Bryan: Wally?

Kareem: Walker; his girl. *Bryan frowns in confusion* Curly hair, green bikini.

Bryan: Damn! That’s you? *Obie smirks and nods* Shiiit… and I mean that respectfully.

Obie: Um... thanks?  

Bryan: So then, who are the free agents out here?

Drew: Something’s seriously wrong with you, man. *group laughter*

Kareem: It’s like he told you—

Bryan: Yeah, yeah, yeah; but who specifically?

Dirk: *sighs* Penny, in white, Emmy with the book, Liv & Zhi Ruo as far as I know.

Bryan: Hm… so you think—

Kareem: Oop! Looky here now. Trent’s ‘bout to get his ass handed to him!

Trent: That must be quite the page turner. I don’t think you’ve looked up once since you arrived.

Emmy: I don’t know that you could call environmental and economic effects of fast fashion on developing nations a page turner, but it is interesting.

Trent: Hm… That’s kind of heavy subject matter for vacation. No?

Emmy: Perhaps.

Trent: *smirks; intrigued* Perhaps you could enlighten me. I’m Trent. Trent McKinney.

Emmy: *debates for a second* Emilie Noriega.

Trent: Emmy?

Emmy: To my friends, yes.

*raucous laughter in the distance*

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193 - “No New Friends”

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(( Mt Everest - Labrinth ))

Thank you @quiddity-jones, @haziesims, @budgie2budgie, @magnoliapromenadegalleria, @storiesbyjes2g, & @honeykiwis​ for allowing me to play with your sims 😉

For easier reading, please see transcript below:

Abel: Didn’t I tell you this was a bad idea?

Dirk: You did. And I still think you’re overreacting.

Trent: I thought we agreed, no new friends—

Dirk: Bullshit. Mia and Daphne bring new friends every year. Even Vanessa does, now and then.

Kareem: *chuckling* That’s different and you know it.

Dirk: Only because you like woohooing with them.

Kareem: It’s funny how you play innocent. Don’t worry. I won’t tell Dev. *Dirk rolls his eyes*

Carl: Yeah, but our little Dirk is grown now! Y’all are still out in these streets, so you don’t get it. But for the rest of us, it’s—

Bryan: Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah…. This is a crew trip. Wives… they’re part of the crew now, fine, whatever. They bring they girls, cool. But now, they girls bringing other dudes. This—

Vance: I hope you’re happy now. *deep sigh*

Whit: Nessie’s still pissed?

Kareem: *sucks teeth* Quit acting like you now met her. Shit ain’t new.

Dirk: I’m sorry she’s pissed, but this whole thing coulda been avoided.

Vance: Yeah, if they weren’t here—

Dirk:  This shit wouldn’t even be issue if Vanessa would quit the woocking gate keeping. We’ve all told her to quit that shit!

Vance: She straight doing y’all a service. You act like you don’t know these females out here can be treacherous. *group laughter*

Dirk: We’re grown ass men, Vance. It’s not her place.

Trent: I, for one, wanna meet the woman brave enough to piss off Nessa and live to tell the tale.

Whit: Not helping, man… Not helping…

Dirk: Look, I’m a tell y’all exactly what I told Reem when he asked. I don’t cock-block. Just know, if you’re gonna step; step correct or not at all. Cause I promise you, you come at them wrong, you’re gonna get your feelings hurt. These ain’t the girls you’re used to and it’s gonna take a hell of lot more than an endorsement deal to impress them.

Bryan: *sucks in air through his teeth* I dunno… might have to take my chances. *group laughs*

Dirk: I’m just saying; they move different. The shit you be spitting, won’t fly. Trust.

Vance:  So, whatchu saying? They think they’re better us? They think they’re better than Vanessa—

Carl: *tense* Be easy. That’s not what he’s saying.

Dirk: It’s not. I’m saying they move differently. Dev just finished her surgical residency last year. Her best friend Emmy, in the orange, just opened her own consultancy firm after seven years at Maxis Monthly. Penny, in the lace top, runs digital at Metropolitan Sim. Jesminder, in the hat, just completed her administrative license for early education and is seriously considering a doctorate. Walker, in the yellow, was the chief layout editor for a culinary magazine, before leaving to pursue photography. They met in one of the most prestigious schools in the country. So, hear me when I say, red carpet events and showering them in designer labels won’t cut it. It’s more than that… they live outside our circles. How you gonna shame someone into compliance, when they don’t need a woocking thing from you? The girls’ gate keeping won’t track. Like I said, they move different.

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