Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate
Charlotte’s gonna date date date date date
Puddles gonna wait wait wait wait wait
Shake it off, shake it off
Hey, Char, it’s a new day—how’re you feeling after last night’s fiasco?
"Our headwear was compatible, but our hearts and his wife were not. Alas. Can we choose someone single next time?"
Ahheheheh, maybe. >:D One lover down, nine to go!
"Why not? WHY NOT? YOU SELFISH FROG, BECAUSE FIONA TOLD ME YOU’RE MARRIED, THAT’S WHY NOT."
"So, let me get this straight: when you said ‘WooHoo’ at the park earlier, you didn’t actually mean…?"
"I WAS EXCITED. I JUST REALLY LIKE PARTIES, OKAY? IT’S IN MY BIOLOGICALLY VIRTUAL PROGRAMMING."
"And when you kissed me…?"
"OUR HEADWEAR WAS COLOR COMPATIBLE! IT WAS OUT OF MY CONTROL!"
"We should be lovers…"
"…we can’t do that."
"We should be lovers, and that’s a fact."
"Okay, if you insist. Why not?"
Even the party animal in Charlotte can be subdued by the promise of trashy journalism.
"I heard that Gunther Goth offered to WooHoo with a Sim that wasn’t his wife! The scandal! Wait, weren’t you standing right next to him?"
"Mhmm… and what do you know about those flying llamas? I need to know what you know. For science."
So she did what any rational Sim would do—vented her frustrations by writing a bad review for the local bistro, then invited every Sim she knows to a casual party at the park.
Of course, in the morning, Charlotte woke to a bit of a crisis. Spoiled waffles, broken sinks, and that nagging Lifetime Wish…