Lars Royal: A wannabe criminal who lives in a little house on the other side of the mountains, is unemployed, and has a lifetime wish of Renaissance Sim while having no skills at all. Like a certain Sunset Valley sim, his eyes are always hidden by sunglasses. Unlike that same Sunset Valley sim, it's a shame, because his eyes are his best feature.
Sofia tried to jump straight into flirting, but quickly realized that Lars was not okay with having a random woman try to flirt with him. Instead, she tried a less threatening approach.
Aha. Now
that's what I'm talking about.
After a few hours of meaningless pleasantries (in Sofia's opinion, anyway) she decided it was time to take things to the next level--whether Lars wanted to or not.
She stepped back to see his reaction. Would he look shocked? Be angry? Pass out?
As the sun slowly set, Sofia tried to cement the relationship. Lars, not so insane ("Commitment-phobic," Sofia says in disgust) turns down the proposal.
However, that's okay. Sofia's too persistent to be turned off by a little thing like her boyfriend refusing to get married after six hours of knowing each other.
Then Ms. Vanderburg decided that her fun bar needed a boost.
The next morning, Sofia asked Lars to move in. She figured that he would be easier to manipulate into marriage if they were sharing a house, and having someone help pay the bills would be nice. Oh--and love. Love is important, too.
At home, the boyfriend starts making food while Sofia takes a nap--because gender roles are for chumps. Then again, the food he made was horrible, so maybe gender roles are in place for a reason. It's okay, Lars, you'll learn.
Once there's a plate of autumn salad that somewhat resembles food, Lars goes to find his lady love up on the deck.
Sofia proposes for the second time in two days, and, due to a tiny increase in relationship in the twelve hours between interactions, Lars accepts.
Okay, I suppose it's okay to feel a little warm and gooey just this once. After this, however, it is all
strictly professional! No more
awww moments. But,
just this once . . . awww.
They were married--not right there on the deck, but in the woods behind the Vanderburg house.
The newlyweds went out for dinner at the Bistro, which would usually be too expensive, but hey--it's not every day you're married to someone you met the day before. Unless you're in a dynasty, that is, in which case it
is every day.
At home, chimes floated through the air as the first heir to the Vanderburg DecaDynasty was conceived.
