The Last Birthday
A: How you doing, Not?
Not: It's raining.
A: How very observant.
Not: Well, fix it!
A: Darnit, Not! I'm a watcher, not a weatherman!
Not: I'm kind of cold, too.
A: Really sorry, but I have to go now. Planning your dad's party and all.
A: Oh, look. It worked. Good job, Emerald.
Emerald: I still want to marry Parker.
A: How about this? I'll arrange a non-official ceremony after this party. It won't be on the record books, but does it matter?
Emerald: I'd really appreciate it, A!
A: I'll see what I can do.
A: Even on your birthday, you're still cooking?
Crazy: Well, what else are my guests supposed to eat? Emerald's food?
Emerald: Hey! I'm right here!
A: It's not like he's wrong...
Emerald: I didn't ask you!
Crazy: But I will cheat a little. If anybody asks, you saw me cook all this, okay?
A: Why would they ask?
Crazy: I've invited my coworkers. They know what my food tastes like.
A: Poor them.
Crazy: Hey, I didn't get to the top of my field without picking up a few things.
A: Such as how to set up a buffet table?
Crazy: ...
Emerald: *muffled sounds of joy*
A: So this is how the party begins. With thunderous kissing.
Emerald: Guess what, Jade? I'm pregnant!
Jade: Oh, congratulations!
Gala: Ugh... so hungry...
Emerald: Hey, I can see that Starving Moodlet up there. You might wanna get some plasma fruit, Gala.
Gala: Nah. I think I'll go over here and die instead.
Ugh! I was just about to ask her to leave before she starved to death when she decided to go do it anyway. Now I'm gonna have to find a new best friend for Crazy! Here I thought we had his requirements all wrapped up.Crazy: Excuse me! My best friend just died, and you're going on and on about how this inconveniences your master plan! Who's the evil one, now!
A: Wait, hold on. This is weird. Better come over here, Crazy.
Grim Reaper: Oh great. You again.
Gala: I can't exactly
make myself Unlucky, you know!
Grim Reaper: Yeah, I guess. But you have this under control. The first few times, it was pretty funny. Now, it's just boring.
Gala: Won't happen again, sir.
Grim Reaper: *snort* Not likely.
A: See, Crazy? We're good, now! Let's go blow out those candles.
A: See, Crazy? What a great party we have here. Great food that you didn't even touch, friends dying and coming back to life, and- wait, Grim?
A: What are you still doing here?
Grim Reaper: This is Crazy's last birthday, you know. Since I won't get to take him away, I figured I'd be here for the party.
A: Okay, then. Enjoy yourself.
A: Oh, you don't look happy, Crazy.
Crazy: It's not that bad, is it?
A: Worse, I'm afraid. Come on, I think I have a little gift for you. Hope you like it.
Crazy: My bowler hat! You found it!
A: Yes, I did. Figured it'd be a nice Immortal present.
Crazy: But what happened to my mustache?
A: Apparently, pencil-thin mustaches are too young for you to wear. Silly Create A Sim. I'll find you some better facial hair soon.
Jules: You look lovely as always.
Crazy: Speaking from the master of lovely, no less.
Jules: Why aren't you out at the party?
Crazy: The party can wait. For now, it's just the two of us.
A: And me.
Crazy: Hello? We're having a moment here! Go check on Not or something.
A: Well, fine then.
A: Oh. You don't like good.
Not: How... very... observant...
A: Hold on. I'll get you thawed out soon enough.
Not: Thank... you...