Ookay, this is so my first Sims story. I'm eager to see how it goes. It's based off a family I made on the Sims 3/Late Night Expansion Pack; yeah, they've been through lot… (And by that I mean I put them through a lot of crap) P.S., I don't really know how stories are written for this game, and some things are unrealistic in the game and can't happen in a game. I'm kind of just getting the hang of writing for a video game, it's the first time I've written for something I haven't watched a show on. So I apologize if this isn't the way you usually do it.

Ahh, a new town to start anew. As in, living in the last town-the town of their childhood-hadn't gone so well and once they were old enough to live on their own they took up the opportunity and moved away. Paige Jackson hugged her bushy-haired boyfriend as they entered the elevator that would bring them up to the correct floor that their new Bridgeport penthouse was located on. They all smiled eagerly as the elevator neared the correct floor, one number on the screen changing slowly every minute or two.

As the elevator doors slid open, they looked around. There were god knows how many bedrooms (almost double the amount they needed), a large kitchen and two large bathrooms. At least half the rooms had a stereo-the ones that didn't probably had a computer in it-and the largest room, the living room, containing all the furniture they had purchased when they'd planned the move (and then some from their old homes). They looked around to pick and choose bedrooms and settle in after the long car ride into town through the vast nothingness that was a desert that consisted of a cactus and nothingness.

As soon as they settled down, not having much to do anymore, Jace White stood from his seat where he had been reading a book and found Gina King exploring the wonders of her new computer in the room she had chosen. He stood behind her chair, covering her eyes with his hands. Gina stopped moving the mouse around and sat with an irritated look on her face and in the way she folded her arms.

"Jace, stop," She warned. She stood from the computer chair and turned to face him with a look of disgust painted on her face. She tapped her foot as if to intend that she was waiting for something.

"What?" He asked, sounding like he had no idea what the girl was going after.

"Jace, I told you already. We can't keep this up, you have a girlfriend. Besides, I told you even when you were single that I'm not interested in you that way." Gina warned. He showed irritation as he sighed.

"Why not, Gina? What's so unappealing with me?" He asked, pointing himself out. She sighed; he knew that his brown eyes weren't looking into her blue ones; his eyes never saw the likes of another woman's; just her chest. He never saw into a girl's soul, he never cared to know who she was inside; just what she looked like on the outside. He claimed that 'that was the past', but she knew all he knew how to speak now was the language of lies.

"Remember that day on the beach, Jace?" She asked. He raised his brow in confusion; where she was going with this was unknown to him.

"Yeah, what about it?" He responded. She looked down as she shook her head in disappointment.

"That's what turns me off, Jace. You remember crystal clear what happened that day and you don't care to regret it at all. You're disgusting." She turned to exit the room. Before she could leave, he burst out:

"Come on, Gina, that was a different time! Can't we just forget it and go back to the way things used to be?" He asked, sounding like he was desperate to return to the normalcy they once had. She sighed.

"You'll never change, Jace." She waited for the elevator to reach their floor so she could leave to get some air and explore the night clubs that were advertised so well here. Jace remembered what she'd told him the summer he and Paige hooked up.

She's my best friend, Jace. Don't break her heart. The words echoed in his head as he went over to kiss his girlfriend and explain that he was going out. Where he was going, he had no clue; but he would find out. The new guys are always where the party is; and if not that, it's always where the attention is.

~…~

The messy brown-haired man walked into the night club basement floor to find a waiting area and an elevator. He pushed the 'up' button on it and waited for it to come down to his floor. As soon as it did, he stepped in and waited for the doors to slide to a close and the elevator to slowly rise up several floors; numbers one through sixteen flashing on the screen above the door as he became closer and closer to the top floor where, word around town was, tonight's hotspot was located. Hotspot; the word brought memories of teenage-hood to his mind as the elevator music played calmly and quietly in the small moving box.

The elevator jerked to a stop with a subtle 'ding' indicating the passenger's designated floor had arrived and that the doors were sliding open. Stepping out of the elevator, he saw that several people were there already; of course, the time being at least eight or nine at night, it was expected that a few people would be here already and ordering a first or maybe several drinks. He looked around to see how many broads and blondes were at the bopping place that the locals called 'Aquarius'. There were the people that needed a soothing drink after a hard day at work, there were the people who didn't care about anything or anyone but themselves and desired a party and a bit too much attention, and there were the air-headed young women who liked to be corrupted by the likes of a few drunk men.

It was just the place he was looking for.

Of course, his visit to this club wasn't categorized under one reason; he was a bit of both. He was stressed about his recent fight with a housemate, but he also enjoyed a good party. And some sexy broads. As he explored the bar further, he noticed the bouncer at the door. Must be a VIP place. He looked past the glass door to see the most fun time he'd seen in a long while. He walked up to the bouncer, attempting the direct approach first.

"Hey, man, any chance of me getting in there for a good time?" He asked. The bouncer folded his arms in a way that enforced his power. He shook his head.

"No can do, VIP's only." He said in his muscular-tough-guy tone. The brunette sighed in disappointment and walked away from the bouncer. He hatched a plan as he eyed the girl walking out of the elevator, walking over to her.

"Hey, pay you ten bucks to distract that bouncer so I can sneak in." He held out a ten to her. She crossed her arms.

"Ten bucks huh?" She said curiously, intending that wasn't enough. He sighed. She seemed persistent, that's for sure. He looked around, thinking of something more to offer her. He had no more money to offer her.

"And I'll make out with you in the bathroom or something. That good enough for you?" He raised an eyebrow in irritation. She smiled; not exactly angel-like, either.

"Fine." She walked over to the muscle-y bouncer and flirted. Before sneaking in, he pulled a napkin from his pocket and scribbled 'Jace: 555-2234' on it. As he walked past her, he poked it into her back pocket; sneaking a bootie-squeeze as he did so. He snuck past the doors and quickly found the bar and sat down to order a drink; just a little something to, persay, get him into the party mode. Not that he wasn't itching to party already anyways.

As he grabbed his drink and turned in his seat, he saw the girl that he had bribed into helping him sneak in had found her own way in was walking towards him. He knew what he owed her, and he was a man of his word. If it was a make out session he owed her, it was a make out session she would get. He gulped down the rest of his drink, slapped the glass back onto the bar counter and walked over to her with a slight wobble in his step. Wrapping his arm around her, he led her to the corner where they could get a bit of privacy. Pressing his lips closer to her, he forgot all thoughts of the girlfriend he had waiting at home.

~…~

As Gina walked into the club, apparently called Plasma-something, seeing that as for tonight it was mostly calm and nothing raging, she felt it was just what she needed after Jace's act. Before she could irritate herself with thoughts of the boy she used to date, she cleared her mind of him and enabled herself to relax and relax only. She sat at the bar and ordered a calm drink as she smiled politely at the pale-skinned guy sitting next to her; something seemed to attract her to him as she observed his sharp teeth. Her smile turned to that of admiration as he stuck out his hand for a gesture of common courtesy and revealed his voice to her:

"Hi, my name's Beau. Beau Merrick." She smiled in admiration and laughed with nervousness,

"I'm Gina King. Nice to meet you,"

Well, that'll set hints for future events/chapters, I guess. How'd I do for my first Sims story/chapter? Corrections? Different ways of writing Sims stories? Review!