Chapter Thirty-Six: Push the Boundries

"Ew, they're kissing!" Isadora squeals in disgust as she flips through the television channels. She'll deny until the end of time that she found the vows before the kiss swoon-worthy romantic.

She flips for a while longer, settling onto the nonsensical humor of the kid's channel. Dancing cows ahoy!

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?!" Isadora screams as a brown-haired creature dances on the screen.

Apparently Isa's never seen Sim 2 Werewolves before, he looks more like Bigfoot!

Irish is bored of doing homework, so she decides to join Isa.
"I'm surprised you're not watching the art channel!" Isa merely rolls her eyes.
"There is no art channel, you're such a doofus!" Irish raises her eyebrow before they both laugh, knowing that Irish isn't anywhere close in the range of doofus-land. She's only a few points short of being a genius with the school mandated IQ test, while Isa is woefully average.

After a few moments of giggles, Irish goes a little too far with the lighthearted teasing.
"You're so dumb Izzy, you couldn't be smart even if knowledge hit you in the face!"

Isadora goes from glassy-eyed to furious within moments, especially when she see the satisfied smirk on Irish's face.
"How dare you! Just because you got some little pathetic score on a freaking test doesn't mean you're better then me! I wish you were dead, life would be so much better without a pseudo-genius freak like you!" Isadora shoves Irish angrily, her little face red and purple as her rage grows. Irish is stunned, tears of her own running down her face. They were just bickering like they usually do, why did Isa say something so mean to her?
"I-I-" Irish has no clue what to say, what does one say to somebody who wants her dead? Isadora's face flushes with guilt, anger abating as she finally realizes what she just said. She runs off, leaving Irish to deal with this numb, tingling feeling swirling in her stomach.

Nathalie sighs sadly as she wakes up to the harsh words, she had hoped that it wouldn't come to something like this. She's glad in a way that Ned isn't around to see this, it would break his heart to see his granddaughters fighting so viciously. She knows that she can't interfere this time however, the girls need to figure out on their own the consequences of their actions.

After sulking for several hours, the girls retreat from their sides of the room. They meet in the kitchen, the tension thicker then the book Irish is reading. Isadora keeps bringing a mouthful of spaghetti to her mouth, then pushing it back onto the plate. They're silent as they stare each other with weary eyes.
"I'm sorry Irish! I didn't mean to wish you dead! I love you!" Isadora suddenly starts bawling, regret evident in her eyes. Irish struggles not to cry herself, unsure of what she should do here.
"Even if you didn't mean it, you said it. It really hurt my feelings Isa." Irish whispers softly, brown eyes watery and sad. Isa stirs around her spaghetti, her stomach too queasy to eat.
"Do you hate me now?" Isadora says, almost to herself. Irish pretends to read, but is really thinking. Could she hate her own sister?

"No, I don't Isa." Irish puts down her book and wipes off a tear running down her cheek. "I love you sis, but you can't just say things like that. It's mean, and you'll become a big mean bully if you keep it up."
"I'll stop, I swear! I love you Irish, I'm sorry!" The girls smile, reunited once more. Isa fights the urge to run over and hug Irish, things aren't all right yet. "I'm sorry that I keep on calling you a nerd, it's not nice. Just because you're smarter then me doesn't mean I should call you names." Irish nods softly.
"And I shouldn't flaunt it either, you're just as smart as me, but in different ways. I'm good at writing essays and stuff for school, but you write so beautifully. Your piece about the cat reminded me of Grampa, you're so good at writing about your feelings." Isadora grins, knowing that she really has been forgiven.
"Your essays are awesome too Irish, I bet you could be an awesome reporter or something! Mmm, this is good Irish, you should have some!" Isadora exclaims. Her appetite has returned, and Isa is now devouring the lukewarm spaghetti. Irish smiles back, almost laughing at her sister's antics. Reading is always more enjoyable with other sims, even if it makes it a little harder to concentrate on the words.

After finishing her meal, Isadora tries out the new easel. Her clumsy, yet eager, hands are anxious to put some colour onto the blank canvas. Maybe if she becomes good enough, she'll show her pretty colours all over town?
"A picture is worth a thousand words, but without words to describe it, the picture would mean nothing." Irish says as she walks by, her disdain for art inherited by her mother. Isadora laughs softly, just happy they're speaking again.

Happy that the girls' fight is over and tired of the same boring routine, Tyson and Roxanne decide to visit a local bar for a date. They find it to be completely devoid of other sims, out clubbing at more flashy bars.

Tyson doesn't let this deter from their spontanous night out.
"Let's make this a private show." Tyson whispers seductively in Roxanne's ear, causing her to giggle. They don't notice the blue man in the corner, watching every move.

They definitely keep to their word, making out and groping so intensely that they don't realize that hours have gone by and the bar is closing.

The couple are shocked when blue guy comes out, seemingly out of nowhere. He shoos them out, while covering a rather large bulge "down there" with his hands.
"Come back again some time, me and my little friend really enjoyed the show!" They both collectively shudder, vowing never to come back to this bar again. And Tyson's own little friend goes limp as he realizes that they were probably being watched by the hiding bartender the whole time.
"We should spend our free time with the girls anyway Ty," Roxanne murmurs at a sulking Tyson. "Maybe they will fight less if we keep them busy." Tyson nods sullenly, wishing that he could have gotten some action tonight without blue perverts watching.