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Fight
Characters: Tank and Ripp Grunt
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: language
"So, let me guess... you got dressed up for your boyfriend?"
Ripp just looked at him for a moment, willing him to die.
"Fuck you."
"Nice comeback."
"I know the concept of friendship is pretty fucking new to you, Tank, but -"
"I just don't get why you insist on kissing his ugly green ass."
"Oh, you mean the one you attempted to kick?"
Tank stewed in his rage, staring straight ahead.
“You’re not going to say anything, are you?”
“I’m going to tell them the truth.”
Ripp genuinely feared to know what Tank’s version of the truth looked like.
Sick
Characters: Johnny Smith, Ripp Grunt
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: minor language
Johnny threw open the door, and entered the kitchen. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shaping it into an impossible tangle. He poured himself a glass of water and chugged it back. From the couch, Ripp moaned out a request for a glass.
"Oh, so you are alive." Johnny said.
"Barely."
"Did you get sick?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I hate to say it, but you have nobody to blame but yourself."
Like shit, Ripp thought. Johnny loved to say it. Every time Ripp was hung over, Johnny lectured him, and made a big show of going for a jog.
Balance
Characters: Johnny Smith, Ripp Grunt
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: minor language
Note: This drabble continues from "Sick".
“You know what your problem is, right?” Johnny settled into a lecture.
“Oh, please tell me.”
“You have no sense of balance.”
Ripp’s head throbbed along to the cadence of Johnny’s overly loud voice.
“You see a plate of cookies, and you eat them all. You take a bath, and you’re there all day. You see a girl, and you’re trying to get into her pants.”
“At least my cock won’t drop off from lack of use.” Ripp laughed through the pain.
“Do you know what you can do?”
“No. Tell me.”
Johnny smiled, and gave him a one-finger salute.
Space
Character: Ophelia Nigmos
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: none
He had a very tenuous grasp on the concept of personal space. It wasn't unusual for him to stand so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body, or to even have him leaning against her. He took advantage of any excuse to touch her. He was like that with Johnny too.
Naughty
Characters: Ophelia Nigmos, Ripp Grunt
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: slight spoiler, drug use
Ophelia coughed violently after the first puff, but soon got the hang of it, and looked like she’d been blowing bubbles all her life. "Too bad Johnny isn't here. He's missing out on a good time."
"Johnny'd never do this," Ripp said.
She laughed. "No. He'd lecture me, and tell you what a baaaaad influence you are."
"Ooooh. Are we going to get in trouble?" Ripp mockingly looked over his shoulder for an imaginary Johnny.
"Screw Johnny."
Ripp fell back to the floor with laughter. "What did you say?"
"Screw him."
"Well, maybe I would, if he ever put out!"
Peaceful
Characters: Ripp Grunt, Ophelia Nigmos
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: slight spoiler, drug use
Ripp helped Ophelia as she climbed into bed. The bubble blowing had really knocked her out. It was always like that the first time you did it.
She smiled. "Thanks for helping me." She had completely forgotten about earlier that day, when he hadn't shown up to get the groceries with her. They had forgotten about the groceries too.
He was going to say something, but she had already fallen asleep. She looked peaceful and very beautiful. Nobody was watching him, so he kissed her cheek.
"Sweet dreams, Phi."
Then he went downstairs and ate a whole bag of chips.
Promise
Characters: Ophelia Nigmos, Ripp Grunt
Subject: Sims 2 - Strangetown, Here We Come.
Wordcount: 100
Warnings: none (a bit of a spoiler)
He awoke to find her standing by his bed.
“Phi?”
He recognized the look on her face. He had first seen it on that night, back when they were teens. “Ripp,” she said, hesitantly. “I had a bad dream. I…”
She didn’t have to explain. “It’s okay.” He reached out for her and pulled her close. “You’re safe, Phi.” Just as she had promised, she had come to him. She was there, in his arms, and he could comfort her.
Again, he was reminded of that night at the Specter estate. That same question returned.
“Where’s Johnny?”
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