https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MafbWkedw3I
In my business, you learn to expect the unexpected.
And CC hunting probably grows on you for that very reason. I mean, you're out looking for some John Lennon specs and come back with a Classic Colt Python revolver. Timeless icons of peace and violence, all quite literally at your fingertips.
https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims3-accessories-glasses/title/leahlillith-lennon-glasses/id/1284535/
http://sims3planet.net/новости/Vintage-Colt-Python-Object-and-Accessory-by-Cloudwalker-Sims
Not that I'm packin', mind you. Plum no. I hate guns about as much as I hate pop-up ads on YouTube.
But I do find that placing the right "vintage" accessories around your lot, can give the illusion that maybe you're a little more authentic than you actually are.
The odd ash tray for the textbook nonsmoker.
http://sims3planet.net/новости/Smoking-Ashtray-by-Cloudwalker-Sims
The carefully-placed tumbler of Gold Peak green tea that everybody thinks is gin.
http://sims3planet.net/новости/Scotch-On-The-Rocks-by-Cloudwalker-Sims
Not that I need any of that, mind you.
They sure don't hurt though.
Not one bit.
So when I got back from the docks, I couldn't help but cock my head at the blue tag on my door. The Mega.nz Delivery service missed me some time yesterday.
Nah.. No way....
Had I really been out that long..?
Gotta lay off the Gold Peak over the weekends.
I'm shaking my head, frowning in practiced pessimism. Like surveying a great CC image that my guts tell me is a dead link. Package from one @SweetDevil care of Agent @Pary out of Monte Vista.
Thing is everybody knows there ain't no post office to pick up your pickups in Bridgeport. Which means they gotta be forwarded to a trusted recipient.
I didn't wanna go back to the docks at this time of night. I mean, REALLY didn't wanna go back. But I'm my main sims best man, and I'm pretty sure it's that gift I'd reached out to @Pary for on a long shot. It didn't surprise me she'd delivered. She's a kid making some real waves over there. International. Much bigger fish than this guy.
Still, it did surprise me how fast she got back to me. I mean, who the plum was this @SweetDevil anyways? Did she deal in the black market? Was she in with the government? Or the military? And what about @Pary herself? The toothy dame don't seem to age, as crazy as that sounds. Reminds me of some of these pale types here in Bridgeport. People talk, you know. But that's all way above my pay grade either way. Best not to ask.
Expect the unexpected, I mumbled aloud as I pulled the sticky note off the old lead paint job crackling over the front door of my office.
The parking lot at The Grind wasn't packed. It never is. Most folks in this town either brave the subway or shove their SUVs into their pockets. I don't bother with my sloppy jalopy. Nobody steals cars in Bridgeport. And they wouldn't bother with mine if they did.
Their loss.
Did I mention my main sim's main squeeze is that aforementioned trusted forwarding recipient?
Yeah, she's the bartender here. Probably not the brightest move letting the delivery come to her. But again, I had no idea @Pary was that connected. Gotta shift gears with the expectations now that I'm playing in the big leagues, I guess.
The bright pulsating colors make me squint my eyes as I squeeze in amongst the throngs of much younger, much hotter sims and push my way towards the crowded bar. Needless to say, it's gonna be interesting trying to talk my package out of her hands without spilling the jelly beans.
I take a deep breath, wipe at my damp brow and try to look casual, despite being the only sim dressed like James Cagney in a room full of what might as well be Biebers and Beliebers.
Is that even a thing anymore..?
Plum I need a drink...
Case 1 - Shorts with 3D Buttons for Females by Ulito4ka - CLOSED
