Felipe’s working on his DJ-ing skills at the never-ending party down at the Ivey house.
River’s not doing quite as well…
River: ”Oh God, you didn’t…? I mean, I thought I was picking up on something. Oh God! Oh God, I’m so sorry! Oh God. Okay, bye. Oh God.”
Let’s cut to a more comforting scene of child labor…
Hey, Trenton! Nice of you to join us, too.
So. Um. Felipe’s… expecting. Yeah.
Felipe: ”But I’m…. a boy! I didn’t… Oh God.”
Felipe: ”Okay, be cool. Be cool. Just tell him. It’ll be okay. He’s over there. It’ll be okay.”
Felipe: ”Umm, Trevor…”
Trevor: ”Hey, babe!”
Felipe: ”Yeah, uh, hi. Listen… I’m… pregnant.”
Felipe: ”It’s, uh, your baby.”
Trevor: ”Oh. But, uh… I hate children.”
Oh God… Felipe felt like his stomach was turning upside down and inside out.
Felipe: ”So, what…? Where does that leave us?”
Trevor: ”Oh I dunno. Nowhere?”
Felipe: ”So that’s it? You’re breaking up with me?”
Trevor: ”I mean, yeah… Duh. We can’t have a kid. So this was nice and all but… see ya.”
Felipe: ”Oh God!”
Amidst all of this drama, here’s the actual reason for this party! It just so happens to be Amelia’s birthday.
Um. She grew up childish with the leader of the pack aspiration.
In a moment of weakness I gave her an over the top party-girl makeover.
Which I failed to get a decent picture of, because the poor thing was all partied out!
Poor, sad, pregnant Felipe. For once he doesn’t have to worry about getting fat from eating too much cake, and the thing’s spoiled! Can nothing ever go his way??
Here’s finally a good shot of Amelia post make-over!
…then she went straight to pouting again.
Felipe’s trying to cope the best he can, despite varying results he’s taking the gang on a dance party far, far from home.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t far enough.
That guy strolling in the background? Yeah, that’s Trevor. Who wasn’t invited.
Ooookay. Getting back into the game. You can do this, Felipe!
At least Darian seem to like kids. It’s something.
Meanwhile, River’s trying his darndest to be a popularity sim. Clearly.
Felipe: ”Just keep looking straight ahead. Don’t mind that stupid hot guy on the other side of the bar. Just look somewhere else…”
When nothing else works, just dance.
I keep dancing on my own!