Sunday, November 20, 2016
Chapter 75: When the Moon Hits Your Eye
As Milo gets more and more game time with The Gnomes, his popularity skyrockets, and he's invited to more and more parties.
He meets more and more ladies...
...and can't stand most of them.
Priscilla's very nice, and clearly digs his muscles, but she's not single.
Milo still thinks of 'Lupe often. He wishes she were around, so they could both be living this wild lifestyle.
Keg stand fail.
Ladies' man fail.
Mercedes May annoys Phil. She's so obviously evil. Why does anyone tolerate her?
Ernesto finds the bathroom, and parties there long after everyone else has left.
Carlos takes Milo aside to yell at him later. He thought they had agreed on there being no parties in the house.
"Why isn't Ceth getting yelled at?" Milo whimpers.
Ceth gets yelled at, too.
"Oh, I see, you want me to never have any friends over just in case you turn into an ugly ass werewolf," Ceth mocks.
"Maybe you should just chain yourself in the garage like a normal dog when you feel like having a meltdown like a little toddler!"
"Maybe you should learn common courtesy or empathy or something, since we can't exactly afford to live separately right now!" Carlos growls.
Listening in from downstairs, Milo cringes and backs away slowly.
"Oh, like anything about you is common!"
"That is not what I meant!"
"I'm going to have a social life whether you like it or not!"
"I don't see why it has to be in OUR house!"
While Ceth and Carlos screamed at each other, Milo took off to Yolanda Lemmon's swim party.
"Way too many dudes here," Ernesto complains.
Most of these guys do not look as good without their shirts on as Yolanda hoped.
She smiles brightly when she notices Milo. "Thanks for coming to my party."
"I'm surprised to see you throwing one," he says, aware of her loner trait.
"Yes, well, I had my reasons..."
Those reasons involved disappearing into a bedroom with Richter Steele. Milo excuses himself from the party early and takes a stroll down the beach.
The moon shines bright over the ocean, but it is never a full moon. It isn't the real moon at all. It is merely a decoration in the sky. Earth lost its moon long ago, and now machines keep stability in its stead. Milo sometimes wonders if his kind had something to do with this.
He knows the stories. A curse caused werecreatures to go lose their minds every time a full moon was in their sky. It made no biological sense, but then, magic is not bound to the biological.
Homesick as he is, Milo returns for a visit.
His parents want to know everything. So he puts on a smile and tells them Starlight Shores is great, fantastic, ocean-y. He tells them about his career success, and Ceth's career success, and how much Carlos loves his job.
"It's a shame you don't play for the Roos," his mother reminds him, before she laughs and promises she'll still cheer for his team.
He meets up with Guadalupe at the arcade above the pizzeria. She doesn't seem too happy to see him, but still jumps at the chance to hang out with him.
She tells him about her father dying, and about a string of jobs she quit, and about a string of boyfriends who dumped her.
He's missed a lot in her life, apparently.
Guadalupe isn't the only one airing grievances tonight...
Gianna Toledo and Marlene Monty are having a disagreement. Apparently it concerns Marlene's son Gaius, but Milo cannot hear the details over the music and beeps of the various arcade machines.
Parents can be so meddling, he thinks. Maybe it's good he keeps his in a different town most of the time.
Even after all the negativity they've been through, Milo finds 'Lupe's presence comforting. When she does smile, it lights up his night.
"So... where did you learn to dance so well?" She immediately feels dumb for asking. The answer is Starlight Shores, of course.
"Well, mostly from Ceth," he says.
She's still so pretty, he thinks. Maybe he should ask her again to come to Starlight Shores, now that her father has passed on? No... something tells him she doesn't want that. She will never want that. She doesn't want a fresh start. She wants to stay here. And, Milo realizes, he has moved on. Home isn't the same place it was before. As much as he missed things here, now that he's actually in Monte Vista he can't wait to hit the road again. "You... uh... wanna get some pizza, 'Lupe?"
"Sure, in a little bit."
She wanted a soda first.
Delicious pizza! Almost as good as Carlos makes.
Oh. 'Lupe is still talking.
"...and my Dad left some of the estate to your aunt," she's saying. "Do you know anything about that? My sister kind of shrugged at me. I don't know if that means she doesn't know, or what, since we're barely even on speaking terms."
"Huh? Why are you fighting with Tina?"
Guadalupe shakes her head, not answering. She and Valentina have never been close.
Milo shrugs and takes another bite of pizza. He chews slowly, then swallows. "Well, Izalee was your aunt Venessa's daughter."
"Are you serious?"
"No way. What the hell?"
"I don't know," Milo lies. "She left my Grandpa when aunt Izzy was just a kid."
"What the hell," Guadalupe repeats. Her father gave her a lot of shit for associating with Milo. Now this, and he's not even around anymore to explain himself. Guadalupe barely even remembers her aunt Venessa at all.
They go back to the Goldbeard place to play video games. It's less enjoyable than the arcade, sadly, because Guadalupe is so insecure about stupid things, making her a sore loser on "real" games as opposed to the ridiculous rigged arcade games, where everyone is expected to lose.
She doesn't feel like going home, so Milo just does his best to comfort her.
"Thanks for letting me know you were in town," she says softly. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time."
"No way I'd come back and not see you," he replies. "You were my best bud."
She leans over and kisses him. It's clumsy and desperate, but, he can't deny it also makes him feel warm and excited.
"Sleep with me," she says.
"I have to leave tomorrow," he replies, finding his voice again with difficulty.
"I know you don't want a relationship with me. We wouldn't be good together. I just... trust me on that. But I still want to... well... unless I'm not good enough for you..."
"Dammit 'Lupe don't talk yourself down."
"Then shut my mouth," she teases.
The only bed left in the house big enough for two people belongs to Milo's parents, so these two frisky sims settle on woohoo in this wardrobe.
Izalee shouldn't have left her cursed wardrobe in Milo's old room if she didn't want this to happen.
"H-how am I in my swimwear?" Guadalupe is pretty certain she left it at home.
"I don't know," Milo says, "but it's really hot."
Control yourselves, guys....
Exhausted, they later decide the bed in Milo's room is big "enough", kinda, to collapse on.
I remind you Milo's room doesn't even have a proper door on it.
In the dead of night, Guadalupe slips out of her... ex-boyfriend's... arms. Yes, he's just her ex. She has to keep telling herself that. They have no future.
Her teen trait was kleptomaniac. She kept that from Milo. It was a struggle. She doesn't understand what drives her to do this, to steal. Maybe it's jealousy. Success and happiness comes so easily to other people, but not to her. Or maybe it's some kind of compulsive madness, keeping her awake, thoughts drawn persistently back to all these shinies laying around unguarded...
The saddest thing is that she thinks this silly walk is stealthy.
Guadalupe doesn't have her father's skills. The local crime syndicate, Good Guys Inc., won't have anything to do with her. She thoroughly bungled the trial job they had her on, and everything she's ever successfully stolen has been minor and stupid.
Perhaps that changes tonight, she thinks, as she looks over the glittering gems...
Or, maybe things just get worse.
"I have you on camera, and I'm calling the police," Izalee informs her.
The household witch sensed Guadalupe's possible treachery hours ago.
Etc.: What would happen without the moon? Bad stuff. But nothing a good old fashioned dose of super sci-fi can't fix?!?!
The oceans would not be completely still, but they'd be a lot calmer.
And most things in them would die.