kykyxstandler – YOU'RE seriously amazing! Thanks for the review!
JB – Thanks so much! Natural dialogue is the best dialogue. LOL Sims 2! Throwback! And that WOULD be a good idea – stay tuned for various party crashers.
So yeah. Party still hasn't started, but it's heating up!
"Hey there, sexy. What's up? You're a hot little thing, aren't ya? You wanna get outta here? Was that a 'yes'? Oh yeah….you're a feisty one -"
"Mercutio, stop talking to yourself," Romeo said.
Mercutio was inches away from the mirror, waggling his eyebrows and making kissy faces at his reflection. "Sorry, Romeo, but look at this fabulous suit. I just can't resist myself. It's a serious problem."
Rolling his eyes, Benvolio pulled his best friend out the door and down the hall. Mercutio looked like a crazy person and Benvolio didn't look much better. They wore the same suits that they had worn to the wedding, Mercutio's green, Benvolio's blue, Romeo's purple. But this time, Mercutio had given them "bling" to wear in addition; they all wore huge golden cross necklaces and pinky rings. "I look like a pimp," Benvolio said as they walked.
"You are a pimp," Mercutio replied, and Romeo cracked up.
"Mercutio, no, I'm not," Benvolio snapped. He found himself in one of those moods when enough was enough out of Mercutio.
Mercutio, as usual, didn't notice. He skipped along ahead of Benvolio. "It's okay, we can be your whores!"
Benvolio let out a long, exasperated groan and stopped dead. "Mercutio, come here."
Mercutio and Romeo had been laughing up ahead, and Mercutio was telling some stupid joke when Benvolio beckoned them back. "Why, what ails thee, friend?" Mercutio asked.
Romeo died laughing. "Who talks like that?!"
"I know, right?"
"ENOUGH!" Benvolio screamed; his friends gave him surprised looks. "Now, I'm gonna warn you one last time: this party is a horrible idea. Are you sure you want to do it?"
"I think it's a little too late for that," Romeo said. "Look outside."
He was right; Benvolio looked, and at least a hundred cars had filled the palace parking lot. Young people in summer clothes were making their way to the gate. It was too late.
"ROMEO!" Mercutio suddenly gasped. "Did you get the stuff?"
That did it. "MERCUTIO!" Benvolio erupted. "IT IS BAD ENOUGH YOU'RE HAVING A PARTY. IT IS BAD ENOUGH PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE GETTING TRASHED. NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE GONNA BE SMOKING MARIJUANA?"
Romeo laughed. "Relax, cuz," he said, pulling a large jar of Nutella out of his pocket. "It's for the Nutella-Kahlua-Vodka smoothies."
Benvolio relaxed – a little bit. "Oh," he said. "Okay. Sorry." And they kept walking. But Benvolio didn't see his friends exchange amused glances.