Anyway. I had a problem where first there were infrequent mixologists, and then none, and then all of my service sims vanished, except for an elder consignment specialist.
|new mixologist (and terrifying bouncer)|
Next up on the high expectations list: this girl. She is a born in game child of my phony sim self. When I have real teenagers? They will be this awesome, or I will dye their hair while they sleep. I'm a little scared that I'll tell stories like, "When I was your age I had a hot pink faux hawk." and they'll be like, "Yeah, well, it's business up front and party in the back, wassuuuuuup."
And... that green hand? Gets my hopes up for aliens every single time. It's even wearing a nerdy Star Trek shirt!
Maybe it's a Twinbrook zombie. Yeah, that's it. Zombie. All is well.