The Sims 3 Gameplay – At the Aquarius

Bridgeport, 7 am…

Nathan and Jane, the morning after the incident at Eugi’s. It’s not a work day, so they sleep in before heading to a pool party at Aquarius.

Upon arrival, neither of them knows what to do; the party is supposed to be a VIP event, but it doesn’t seem very lively. Perhaps because of the time (almost noon).

Finally, Jane heads over to a lounge chair near the bar to get a little suntan.

Meanwhile, Nathan tries to rub shoulders with the newly resurrected Tiara Angelista, who, by the way, looks pretty good for the age she should be at this point.
Nathan: Hi, Tiara. Is it true you were resurrected?
Tiara: It’s Mrs. Kingston to you, young man.
Nathan: Oh, right, sorry, Mrs. Kingston.
Tiara: Forget about the resurrection thing, okay? What matters is that I’m back, and I’m going to get my life back no matter what.

Tiara: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather enjoy my shrimp cocktail alone and in peace.
That was the end of rubbing shoulders with celebrities for Nathan.

Nathan: Thanks for the drink, it’s top notch.
Bartender: Thank you.
Nathan: By the way, is that your swimsuit, or do you always work in your underwear?
Bartender: …

Nathan: Why so serious? It was a joke. What’s with everyone being so uptight around here?
Tiara: (To bartender) Don’t mind him, darling. He took after his father’s terrible sense of humor.

Nathan: The Littlers’ sense of humor might not be perfect, but at least we know how to have fun, unlike these sour-faced “VIPs”.

Nathan walks away to look for Jane; he thought he’d seen her by the pool earlier, but now only Roderick Kingston is here, and his wife Suzy is over there. She’s beautiful and much younger than him. No wonder Tiara is in such a bad mood.

Suzy is having a great time. She doesn’t seem to care in the least about Tiara’s presence. Bronson Littler, Nathan’s uncle, is there too. Well, at least there’s a familiar face.

Nathan: Where can Jane be? I haven’t seen her in a while. Maybe she went to the restroom? Well, I’ll wait for her in the hot tub.

While Suzy, Bronson, and their unknown friend are having a blast, Nathan sinks into the warm waters of the hot tub, savoring his drink with great pleasure.
Nathan: Ah, that bartender might have a bad attitude, but his drinks are a work of art.

Finally, Nathan has managed to relax. Just in time, because here comes Jane…

Jane: Hey, how’s the hot tub?
Nathan: It’s great. I could live here.
Jane: I wouldn’t recommend it. Your skin will wrinkle like a raisin.

The mental image of his body “wrinkling like a raisin” is enough to make Nathan rush outside, even if only for a few moments.

Jane: Are you leaving? I was just about to get in.
Nathan: Sorry, nature’s call.
Jane: Okay, just don’t belong.

Nathan: Better take my time than to pee in the hot tub, huh?
Jane: You got a point.

Jane: Wow, that was quick.
Nathan: The bathroom isn’t far. I stopped by the bar too, briefly, I didn’t feel like putting up with Tiara Angelista’s diva act.
Jane: Did you have a spat with her?
Nathan: I wouldn’t call it a spat, just a little “misunderstanding”.

Nathan: She’s beautiful but has a terrible temper.
Jane: I don’t blame her. Imagine coming back from the dead and seeing your husband married to Suzy Strummer.
Nathan: What’s wrong with Suzy Strummer? She’s super-hot.
Jane: Exactly. Tiara is dead jealous that she’s with Roderick.
Nathan: She’s jealous of that old man? Come on.
Jane: Many young guys would love to look as good as “that old man.”

The day continues to unfold at The Aquarius. Sunset is approaching, but guests continue to arrive.

Like Jeffrey Cook, for example, whom Jane finds strangely interesting. The grumpy old man looks quite rejuvenated lately. Some say it’s because he became a vampire.

Yeah, to be honest, he doesn’t seem so bitter anymore. And those peculiar red eyes… Maybe the rumors are true?
Jeffrey: Hey, babe, wanna dance with me?
Jane: I will if you promise not to call me “babe” again.
Jeffrey: Deal.

Once they start dancing, Jeffrey and Jane can’t stop.

You have to admit, old Jeff is quite the dancer, and Jane isn’t half bad either.

Something inside compels her to keep dancing as if she was possessed. Maybe vampire Jeffrey has cast a spell on her? Doesn’t matter, cause she’s never had this much fun before.

The guy knows some good moves. Jane follows him as she looks around. Where the hell is Nathan? Is he watching her? Will he be upset that she’s dancing with Jeffrey?

Ah, never mind, she’s having the time of her life.

Jeffrey: How do you like my moves, Janie? Aren’t they cool?
Jane: Yeah, you’re a great dancer, Mr. Cook.

Jeffrey: How about this other one? I learned it at Plasma 501. The vibe there is great, you should come sometime.
Jane: I will. Uh, Mr. Cook.
Jeffrey: Jeff. Please call me Jeff.
Jane: Sure. Jeff, um, listen, I enjoyed the dance a lot, but I have to go find my boyfriend.
Jeffrey: Of course, sweetie. When you come to the Plasma, look for me there, I’ll teach you the coolest moves.
Jane: Thanks, Jeff, see you later.

As she steps into the elevator to go find Nathan…
Jane: Remind me never to agree to dance with a vampire. Those guys have endless stamina. I hope Nathan never turns into one, like his father.

As hard as she looked, he couldn’t find Nathan anywhere.

He isn’t the jealous type, but maybe she spent a little too much time dancing with Jeffrey? He might have gotten bored and decided to leave. Whatever, there’s no point in staying here any longer.

Nathan wasn’t home when she got there. Maybe he got stuck on the subway. He’d better not be too late ’cause Jane is the jealous type.