The Price Legacy - Generation One - Chapter One
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ficwhatficI think this was the very first "flashback edition" I did! And of course, it was from the perspective of the neighborhood lady killer.
Initially this post was primarily through Don's perspective alone, and ended right where the Calientes came over for a visit. I decided to expand and explore Marci, and what happened when she tried to befriend the Calientes.
Don Lothario wants to meet the new girl in town. Unfortunately, the new girl is Marci Price.
The shack appeared...unsteady.
How was it still standing?
This reminded Don Lothario of the Three Little Pigs fable: how the big bad wolf comes and huffs and puffs and blows their house down. Just a sigh would undo all this hard work.
He wasn't out to blow the house down, but he was very interested in who waited inside.
He didn't know her name yet, but the new girl on the block already caught his eye and held everyone else's attention. She was barely in Oasis Springs for a week, but she was already the talk of the town. With a suit of armor in tow, she arrived on the empty lot with papers claiming it as her own.
Within a week, she managed to build herself a house, establish her reputation by kicking the shit out of a crabby neighbor, and ink her entire left arm.
She was wild, unpredictable, sassy...maybe even downright evil.
And smoking hot.
Don had to meet her.
He knocked on the door cautiously.
No one answered.
He knocked again. Louder this time.
Marci: "Damn, hold your horses! I'm coming."
Marci: "Hey, can I help you?"
Don: "You're welcome."
Marci: "Excuse me?"
Don: "Now now, don't play coy. You spent all this time setting up here, under this hot blazing sun, alone and thirsty... wondering when the cute guy working the stand is gonna come and pay you a visit. I decided to save you a trip. So, you're welcome."
Marci: "Ohhhh. Let me guess. You're Don Lothario, right?"
Don: "You heard of me?"
Marci: "Yeah, I heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you."
Marci: "And I get it. You're kinda cute. But I won't lie, man, I'm a little disappointed. I expected more game than this."
Don: "Game? I'm not playing any - "
Marci: "Let me stop you right there, Don. Donnie. Can I call you Donnie?"
Don: "I'd rather you didn't."
Marci: "Donnie, I'll have you know that one of your girls paid me a visit the other day."
Marci: "Clarissa Berry. Remember her? She lives all the way over on the other side of town, but when she heard that a woman moved into the lot next door to you, she came right over. Guess she's made it a personal mission to ruin your life."
"He's a total sleazeball! At first, I thought he was this sweet guy, but I was wrong. We were dating for several months, but when I pushed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, he just ghosted me! He didn't even bother breaking up with me over the phone. He stopped talking to me, period, without warning. I had no idea we weren't dating anymore until I saw him around town with someone else. He's done this to other women, too."
"Save yourself a world of hurt, honey. Stay the hell away from Don Lothario."
Don: "Clarissa Berry? She only told you half the story! We weren't that serious, and I don't have ulterior motives here. We're neighbors! I'm just saying hello. I'm a decent guy once you get to know me."
Marci: "Cut the bullshit. I don't care about the full story or your motives. I told her I had nothing to fear because you probably weren't my type anyway. And turns out, my instincts were right..."
Marci: "Besides, did you really think using that pickup line in this stupid outfit was going to work on me?"
Don: "What's wrong with my uniform?"
Marci: "What isn't wrong with your uniform, honey?"
Marci: "Why don't you go use your lines on SALMONelse?"
Marci: "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm getting my mail and heading back inside."
Don: "You know, you're not exactly what I was expecting either."
Marci: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Don: "I didn't think you were rigid like everyone else around here. Turns out, you're even more stuck up in person."
Marci: "Stuck up? I'm stuck up?!"
Don: "If the shoe fits."
Marci: "You think I'm stuck up because I'm not throwing myself at you the second that you introduce yourself? That says more about you than it does about me! I'm SO SORRY that I don't consider you god's greatest gift to mankind. This must be so devastating for you to deal with."
Don: "Well, I'm sorry that I came here at all. You should consider coming off your high horse up there! Maybe then, you won't be such a--"
Katrina: "Oh Don! The girls and I were on my way to welcome our new neighbor, and you've already beaten us here. Great minds think alike, huh?"
Katrina: "Let me introduce myself. I'm Katrina Caliente. These are my daughters Nina and Dina. We're your neighbors."
Nina: "We would've come by sooner to say hello, but you were so hard at work around here. We didn't want to get in the middle of it."
Dina: "Your little house is...quaint. Very chic, miss...?"
Marci: "Marci Price. And thanks, I guess. Listen, I wasn't expecting company--"
Nina: "Oh, we know. Mom just wanted us to drop in and introduce ourselves properly. Why don't we head inside and have a quick chat? We can give you the rundown on the neighborhood, where to eat and shop..."
Dina: "We'd LOVE to see the inside of your place, too! I bet it's just as stylish as the outside."
Don: "Great. You girls do that. I'll meet you at home--"
Katrina: "Oh, Don! Don't be so rude! Marci's going to give everyone the grand tour, isn't she? That includes you. Is that fine, dear?"
Marci: "Sure. It's totally fine, isn't it, Donnie?"
Except it wasn't, and judging by the manner she gritted her teeth and fought back a snarl? Don wasn't going to eat or drink anything Marci Price offered him.
Just what did he get himself into here?
***
Aside from the woman she beat up, Marci hadn’t gotten any visitors to her humble abode - until now. If only that Clarissa Berry warned her about Don’s roommates. She was at a loss of what to do, as she didn’t have the means to entertain them.
Marci: “Sorry I don’t have much to offer. There’s water from the tap. It’s clean, I promise. I made some food if you guys are hungry. I’m still working on portion sizes so I made too much…”
Katrina: “Oh, aren’t you a dear? Don’t you worry, the girls and I just had lunch!”
Marci: “Are you sure? I can make something else. I got bread...and some kind of meat. It came with the fridge. Not gonna lie, you might be better off with just the bread.”
Katrina: “Trust me, I’m sure! The three of us are trying that keto diet. It’s very strict. If only we were blessed with a body like yours! You’ve got such a tiny figure beneath that baggy shirt. I bet you can eat anything and never even gain an ounce. I’m jealous.”
Marci fought the urge to roll her eyes. The urge won.
The only reason she was so skinny was that she literally had no money for food several weeks ago. Getting fat was the least of her worries. Not that she was going to tell Ms. Boobs that.
Marci: “Uh, thanks? So, the four of you live together. That’s...interesting. Which one of yous is dating? Don and, uh...Nina, right?”
Nina: “Ugh! As if! All this lazy bum does is a nap on our couch, and when he’s awake, he just stands around and stares at his abs in the mirror!”
Don: “Hold up! I’m lazy? All you do is hog the TV and stare at your phone all day, and that's after you wake up at two in the afternoon!”
Nina: “Uh, hello? I’m a media intern! I write about entertainment! That’s my career like you would know anything about that!”
Don: “Oh, is that what you’re calling it now? At least I get a paycheck - and don’t spend my whole shift taking selfies for my four followers!”
Nina: “No, you save that for when you hog the bathroom for two hours in the morning! What do you even do in there?!”
Dina: “I am so sorry about those two. Once they get started, there’s no stopping them. They’re so over the top.”
Marci didn’t mind. Well, she didn’t mind watching Nina chew Don out. It was a relief that he hadn’t won over every single woman in this town.
Marci: “Please, if anyone should be sorry, it’s me. I didn’t mean to get your sister and your man worked up like that.”
Dina: “Oh, what? No no no no, you got that wrong! Don’s not my boyfriend! I mean, he’s not bad looking, but we’re just friends, and besides--”
Katrina: “These days, he prefers women over girls.”
Dina: “Gross, mother! Why do you have to put it that way?”
Katrina: “What did I say that was so wrong? How do you think I got myself a man like him, at my age? It’s all about confidence, Dina! You should try and take a page out of my book sometime.”
Don Lothario was dating Katrina, the matriarch? He was practically the same age as Dina and Nina! Did he seriously have no shame?
Marci: “Damn, uh...how did you guys meet?”
Katrina: “I was playing piano at the lounge one night, and we just struck up a conversation over drinks. We really hit it off. Don doesn’t seem the type, but he’s always been such a gentleman with me.”
Don: “For you, Kit Kat, I can be anything.”
God, where was her barf bag when she needed one?
Marci: “What can I say? Good for you! I heard so many things about Donnie already.”
Katrina: “Ah yes, he made quite a name for himself around these parts. He never goes anywhere without running into a few familiar faces. It can be quite annoying on our date nights.”
Despite her best efforts to hold back her laughter, she snorted.
Marci: “Oh, I bet it does.”
Dina: “I’m surprised at these paintings, Darci! Only a true resident in Oasis Springs supports local artists like Hay and Bashir. Maybe you will fit right in.”
Dina offended her on so many levels, she wasn’t sure where to begin. The implication that she didn’t belong in Oasis Springs, that they expected her to be basic and boring, and how this bimbo couldn’t be bothered to remember her name. She forced a grin on her face.
Marci: “It’s Marci, actually. And I gotta be real with you, I have no idea who painted any of these. I just found them at the thrift shop. They’re strategically placed over the cracks in my walls, as you see…”
Katrina: “Hah! Over the cracks! You’re a riot. I have to admit, when Lily told me about your little encounter, I wasn’t sure if coming over here was such a good idea. You’re much more well-mannered than she made you out to be, not to mention...quirky.”
Marci: “Uh, Lily who?”
Katrina: “Lily Feng? She said you two got into a scuffle outside. It sounded awful. Now she claims she and her husband are moving back to the city - that our neighborhood changed too much. She can be so dramatic.”
Oh. That woman.
Marci: “You…you got the whole story wrong! She started with me. I was just building my house when she came over and throwing accusations at me. I had to defend myself, or she was going to call the cops.”
Katrina: “Oh, that’s just how Lily is, dear! Her husband is a politician and she’s quite accomplished herself, so she likes to throw her connections in other people’s faces. I’m glad to see her fears were unfounded. I was afraid we were going to have a problem with our new neighbor. She built you up to be this dreadful, hostile homeless twig - you clearly have cleaned up since you two met. Although she never mentioned you shaved your head...it's, ah, adorable.”
Dreadful? Homeless? Adorable? Oh, that does it.
Marci: “Well, I wasn’t going for something adorable! You don’t shave half your head if you want to look adorable!”
Katrina: “I didn’t mean anything by it, dear, I was just--”
Marci: “I’m not your dear! I’m Marci! Marci Price! And you should’ve never listened to that broad in the first place! I see what you’re doing: coming over here to scope out the place, check and see if the new girl is as batshit scary as your snooty friends tell you. You want to know if I’m trouble, right? Well, guess what? I am! Sorry to disappoint!”
Katrina: “I see. We clearly wore out our welcome. Perhaps we should leave.”
Marci: “Oh gee, whatever gave you that idea?”
Katrina: “Very well. Come along, girls, Don. Let’s leave Marci be.”
Nina: “It was, uh...nice meeting you?”
Marci watched as Katrina left with her daughters. She glared at Don, who hadn’t followed them out just yet. Instead, he was snickering under his breath.
Marci: “What’s your problem?”
Don: “Me? I got no problem at all. I’m glad I stayed for that shitshow. You’re entertaining, I’ll give you that.”
Marci: “Oh, puh-leeze! You’re mooching off that old cougar and her daughters, and you don’t think that’s a shitshow? Get bent - and get the fuck off my property!”
Don: “Gladly. And feel free to ignore me, if you want, but maybe you should worry more about what just happened than what or whom I’m doing. Word gets around, fast. Just saying.”
Assholes.
Her neighbors were absolute assholes.
Who needed them or their approval? She didn’t.
Screw them!
***
AUTHOR'S NOTES
1. So, Don Lothario in Sims 4 doesn't have a job, right? He just mooches off Katrina Caliente and her daughters, Dina and Nina. In my Price Legacy reboot, however, he worked the food stand in the boulevard. Here are screenshots for proof:
When I moved Marci into her home for the first time, Don literally left his stand-alone and rushed over to knock on her door without my interference. (You can even see Nina in the distance still walking over as the welcome wagon; he wasn't even part of that.) Boy did not waste any time making a move!
I thought this was an interesting in-game decision. I figured he probably worked part-time shifts to make some spending money, or because he got bored. He was still unofficially unemployed when I visited the household.
2. You can sorta tell the difference between the screenshots from Don's perspective and the screenshots from Marci's perspective. For starters, I didn't have her body freckles until later; Sev found them for me and I was able to restore Marci to what she really looked like when I created her.
3. It's funny. In every single Don Lothario and Caliente story I ever browsed through, there always seems to be an agreement that Don and Nina are endgame, or that he cares about her a little more than the other women he fools around with? Yeah, I flipped that, lmao. In my game file, he definitely smooched her to get the serial romantic aspiration fulfilled but it doesn't happen in the story. I think my Nina sees right through him and doesn't give him the time of day at all. Not for a while, anyway.
Initially this post was primarily through Don's perspective alone, and ended right where the Calientes came over for a visit. I decided to expand and explore Marci, and what happened when she tried to befriend the Calientes.
Don Lothario wants to meet the new girl in town. Unfortunately, the new girl is Marci Price.
The shack appeared...unsteady.
How was it still standing?
This reminded Don Lothario of the Three Little Pigs fable: how the big bad wolf comes and huffs and puffs and blows their house down. Just a sigh would undo all this hard work.
He wasn't out to blow the house down, but he was very interested in who waited inside.
He didn't know her name yet, but the new girl on the block already caught his eye and held everyone else's attention. She was barely in Oasis Springs for a week, but she was already the talk of the town. With a suit of armor in tow, she arrived on the empty lot with papers claiming it as her own.
Within a week, she managed to build herself a house, establish her reputation by kicking the shit out of a crabby neighbor, and ink her entire left arm.
She was wild, unpredictable, sassy...maybe even downright evil.
And smoking hot.
Don had to meet her.
He knocked on the door cautiously.
No one answered.
He knocked again. Louder this time.
Marci: "Damn, hold your horses! I'm coming."
Marci: "Hey, can I help you?"
Don: "You're welcome."
Marci: "Excuse me?"
Don: "Now now, don't play coy. You spent all this time setting up here, under this hot blazing sun, alone and thirsty... wondering when the cute guy working the stand is gonna come and pay you a visit. I decided to save you a trip. So, you're welcome."
Marci: "Ohhhh. Let me guess. You're Don Lothario, right?"
Don: "You heard of me?"
Marci: "Yeah, I heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you."
Marci: "And I get it. You're kinda cute. But I won't lie, man, I'm a little disappointed. I expected more game than this."
Don: "Game? I'm not playing any - "
Marci: "Let me stop you right there, Don. Donnie. Can I call you Donnie?"
Don: "I'd rather you didn't."
Marci: "Donnie, I'll have you know that one of your girls paid me a visit the other day."
Marci: "Clarissa Berry. Remember her? She lives all the way over on the other side of town, but when she heard that a woman moved into the lot next door to you, she came right over. Guess she's made it a personal mission to ruin your life."
"He's a total sleazeball! At first, I thought he was this sweet guy, but I was wrong. We were dating for several months, but when I pushed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, he just ghosted me! He didn't even bother breaking up with me over the phone. He stopped talking to me, period, without warning. I had no idea we weren't dating anymore until I saw him around town with someone else. He's done this to other women, too."
"Save yourself a world of hurt, honey. Stay the hell away from Don Lothario."
Don: "Clarissa Berry? She only told you half the story! We weren't that serious, and I don't have ulterior motives here. We're neighbors! I'm just saying hello. I'm a decent guy once you get to know me."
Marci: "Cut the bullshit. I don't care about the full story or your motives. I told her I had nothing to fear because you probably weren't my type anyway. And turns out, my instincts were right..."
Marci: "Besides, did you really think using that pickup line in this stupid outfit was going to work on me?"
Don: "What's wrong with my uniform?"
Marci: "What isn't wrong with your uniform, honey?"
Marci: "Why don't you go use your lines on SALMONelse?"
Marci: "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm getting my mail and heading back inside."
Don: "You know, you're not exactly what I was expecting either."
Marci: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Don: "I didn't think you were rigid like everyone else around here. Turns out, you're even more stuck up in person."
Marci: "Stuck up? I'm stuck up?!"
Don: "If the shoe fits."
Marci: "You think I'm stuck up because I'm not throwing myself at you the second that you introduce yourself? That says more about you than it does about me! I'm SO SORRY that I don't consider you god's greatest gift to mankind. This must be so devastating for you to deal with."
Don: "Well, I'm sorry that I came here at all. You should consider coming off your high horse up there! Maybe then, you won't be such a--"
Katrina: "Oh Don! The girls and I were on my way to welcome our new neighbor, and you've already beaten us here. Great minds think alike, huh?"
Katrina: "Let me introduce myself. I'm Katrina Caliente. These are my daughters Nina and Dina. We're your neighbors."
Nina: "We would've come by sooner to say hello, but you were so hard at work around here. We didn't want to get in the middle of it."
Dina: "Your little house is...quaint. Very chic, miss...?"
Marci: "Marci Price. And thanks, I guess. Listen, I wasn't expecting company--"
Nina: "Oh, we know. Mom just wanted us to drop in and introduce ourselves properly. Why don't we head inside and have a quick chat? We can give you the rundown on the neighborhood, where to eat and shop..."
Dina: "We'd LOVE to see the inside of your place, too! I bet it's just as stylish as the outside."
Don: "Great. You girls do that. I'll meet you at home--"
Katrina: "Oh, Don! Don't be so rude! Marci's going to give everyone the grand tour, isn't she? That includes you. Is that fine, dear?"
Marci: "Sure. It's totally fine, isn't it, Donnie?"
Except it wasn't, and judging by the manner she gritted her teeth and fought back a snarl? Don wasn't going to eat or drink anything Marci Price offered him.
Just what did he get himself into here?
Aside from the woman she beat up, Marci hadn’t gotten any visitors to her humble abode - until now. If only that Clarissa Berry warned her about Don’s roommates. She was at a loss of what to do, as she didn’t have the means to entertain them.
Marci: “Sorry I don’t have much to offer. There’s water from the tap. It’s clean, I promise. I made some food if you guys are hungry. I’m still working on portion sizes so I made too much…”
Katrina: “Oh, aren’t you a dear? Don’t you worry, the girls and I just had lunch!”
Marci: “Are you sure? I can make something else. I got bread...and some kind of meat. It came with the fridge. Not gonna lie, you might be better off with just the bread.”
Katrina: “Trust me, I’m sure! The three of us are trying that keto diet. It’s very strict. If only we were blessed with a body like yours! You’ve got such a tiny figure beneath that baggy shirt. I bet you can eat anything and never even gain an ounce. I’m jealous.”
Marci fought the urge to roll her eyes. The urge won.
The only reason she was so skinny was that she literally had no money for food several weeks ago. Getting fat was the least of her worries. Not that she was going to tell Ms. Boobs that.
Marci: “Uh, thanks? So, the four of you live together. That’s...interesting. Which one of yous is dating? Don and, uh...Nina, right?”
Nina: “Ugh! As if! All this lazy bum does is a nap on our couch, and when he’s awake, he just stands around and stares at his abs in the mirror!”
Don: “Hold up! I’m lazy? All you do is hog the TV and stare at your phone all day, and that's after you wake up at two in the afternoon!”
Nina: “Uh, hello? I’m a media intern! I write about entertainment! That’s my career like you would know anything about that!”
Don: “Oh, is that what you’re calling it now? At least I get a paycheck - and don’t spend my whole shift taking selfies for my four followers!”
Nina: “No, you save that for when you hog the bathroom for two hours in the morning! What do you even do in there?!”
Dina: “I am so sorry about those two. Once they get started, there’s no stopping them. They’re so over the top.”
Marci didn’t mind. Well, she didn’t mind watching Nina chew Don out. It was a relief that he hadn’t won over every single woman in this town.
Marci: “Please, if anyone should be sorry, it’s me. I didn’t mean to get your sister and your man worked up like that.”
Dina: “Oh, what? No no no no, you got that wrong! Don’s not my boyfriend! I mean, he’s not bad looking, but we’re just friends, and besides--”
Katrina: “These days, he prefers women over girls.”
Dina: “Gross, mother! Why do you have to put it that way?”
Katrina: “What did I say that was so wrong? How do you think I got myself a man like him, at my age? It’s all about confidence, Dina! You should try and take a page out of my book sometime.”
Don Lothario was dating Katrina, the matriarch? He was practically the same age as Dina and Nina! Did he seriously have no shame?
Marci: “Damn, uh...how did you guys meet?”
Katrina: “I was playing piano at the lounge one night, and we just struck up a conversation over drinks. We really hit it off. Don doesn’t seem the type, but he’s always been such a gentleman with me.”
Don: “For you, Kit Kat, I can be anything.”
God, where was her barf bag when she needed one?
Marci: “What can I say? Good for you! I heard so many things about Donnie already.”
Katrina: “Ah yes, he made quite a name for himself around these parts. He never goes anywhere without running into a few familiar faces. It can be quite annoying on our date nights.”
Despite her best efforts to hold back her laughter, she snorted.
Marci: “Oh, I bet it does.”
Dina: “I’m surprised at these paintings, Darci! Only a true resident in Oasis Springs supports local artists like Hay and Bashir. Maybe you will fit right in.”
Dina offended her on so many levels, she wasn’t sure where to begin. The implication that she didn’t belong in Oasis Springs, that they expected her to be basic and boring, and how this bimbo couldn’t be bothered to remember her name. She forced a grin on her face.
Marci: “It’s Marci, actually. And I gotta be real with you, I have no idea who painted any of these. I just found them at the thrift shop. They’re strategically placed over the cracks in my walls, as you see…”
Katrina: “Hah! Over the cracks! You’re a riot. I have to admit, when Lily told me about your little encounter, I wasn’t sure if coming over here was such a good idea. You’re much more well-mannered than she made you out to be, not to mention...quirky.”
Marci: “Uh, Lily who?”
Katrina: “Lily Feng? She said you two got into a scuffle outside. It sounded awful. Now she claims she and her husband are moving back to the city - that our neighborhood changed too much. She can be so dramatic.”
Oh. That woman.
Marci: “You…you got the whole story wrong! She started with me. I was just building my house when she came over and throwing accusations at me. I had to defend myself, or she was going to call the cops.”
Katrina: “Oh, that’s just how Lily is, dear! Her husband is a politician and she’s quite accomplished herself, so she likes to throw her connections in other people’s faces. I’m glad to see her fears were unfounded. I was afraid we were going to have a problem with our new neighbor. She built you up to be this dreadful, hostile homeless twig - you clearly have cleaned up since you two met. Although she never mentioned you shaved your head...it's, ah, adorable.”
Dreadful? Homeless? Adorable? Oh, that does it.
Marci: “Well, I wasn’t going for something adorable! You don’t shave half your head if you want to look adorable!”
Katrina: “I didn’t mean anything by it, dear, I was just--”
Marci: “I’m not your dear! I’m Marci! Marci Price! And you should’ve never listened to that broad in the first place! I see what you’re doing: coming over here to scope out the place, check and see if the new girl is as batshit scary as your snooty friends tell you. You want to know if I’m trouble, right? Well, guess what? I am! Sorry to disappoint!”
Katrina: “I see. We clearly wore out our welcome. Perhaps we should leave.”
Marci: “Oh gee, whatever gave you that idea?”
Katrina: “Very well. Come along, girls, Don. Let’s leave Marci be.”
Nina: “It was, uh...nice meeting you?”
Marci watched as Katrina left with her daughters. She glared at Don, who hadn’t followed them out just yet. Instead, he was snickering under his breath.
Marci: “What’s your problem?”
Don: “Me? I got no problem at all. I’m glad I stayed for that shitshow. You’re entertaining, I’ll give you that.”
Marci: “Oh, puh-leeze! You’re mooching off that old cougar and her daughters, and you don’t think that’s a shitshow? Get bent - and get the fuck off my property!”
Don: “Gladly. And feel free to ignore me, if you want, but maybe you should worry more about what just happened than what or whom I’m doing. Word gets around, fast. Just saying.”
Assholes.
Her neighbors were absolute assholes.
Who needed them or their approval? She didn’t.
Screw them!
AUTHOR'S NOTES
1. So, Don Lothario in Sims 4 doesn't have a job, right? He just mooches off Katrina Caliente and her daughters, Dina and Nina. In my Price Legacy reboot, however, he worked the food stand in the boulevard. Here are screenshots for proof:
When I moved Marci into her home for the first time, Don literally left his stand-alone and rushed over to knock on her door without my interference. (You can even see Nina in the distance still walking over as the welcome wagon; he wasn't even part of that.) Boy did not waste any time making a move!
I thought this was an interesting in-game decision. I figured he probably worked part-time shifts to make some spending money, or because he got bored. He was still unofficially unemployed when I visited the household.
2. You can sorta tell the difference between the screenshots from Don's perspective and the screenshots from Marci's perspective. For starters, I didn't have her body freckles until later; Sev found them for me and I was able to restore Marci to what she really looked like when I created her.
3. It's funny. In every single Don Lothario and Caliente story I ever browsed through, there always seems to be an agreement that Don and Nina are endgame, or that he cares about her a little more than the other women he fools around with? Yeah, I flipped that, lmao. In my game file, he definitely smooched her to get the serial romantic aspiration fulfilled but it doesn't happen in the story. I think my Nina sees right through him and doesn't give him the time of day at all. Not for a while, anyway.
