Greenzelda's Alternate World : Frank Albion's true colours pt 2

While I argue with my Sims 3 game, there's at least one thing I can bring to all you fine people out there. Another chapter of what I'm now calling "The Albion Chronicles". I've also decided that each generation will have a different title featuring the name of the current heir. E.G. Frank is the current heir, therefore the title of this production is called "Frank Albion's True Colours". Geddit? No? I'm sorry. :-(

Anyway.. Without further adieu let us begin!
WARNING FOR PROFANITY AND MATURE THEMES (15+)

Without another thought, Frank made his way over to his Neighbour's house.

                                             He wasn't bothered by the fact that she already seemed
                                             deep in conversation with another Sim. He didn't have
                                             such social inhibitions. So he gleefully interrupted their
                                              talk. "Excuse me darlin'
                                                (ah he'd opted to turn on the southern charm)
             I'm new to the area, and as such don't have many people I can call friends as of yet. So I                                      couldn't help but waltz over here and ask for your name.

                               ???: Well you don't have to worry about being alone anymore good Sir.
                                 The name's Amy. Amy Bull, and this here's Gardenia.
                                  Frank: Wow! like the flower? (What a dumb name)
                                  Gardenia: Yep, that's it.

                                 Amy motioned towards the house,
                                    "We were about to head in and some takeout. It's kinda getting late?
                                          Wanna come in and join us?

                                It wasn't long before Frank reached step 2. of his Master Plan.
                                 titled 'She'll be riding 6 white horses'. It had been awhile since
                                 he'd messed around with a pretty girl. "Better late than never" he mused.
                                 After dinner had been served, Amy had proposed that he stay and join them for a movie night. Frank obliged, quite willingly of course.

                               Amy: So Frank, tell me about yourself. What's a guy like you doing living in a backwater town like this?
                                    Frank: *Hiding from the Feds* "Well", he said in his best sourthern drawl, "I grew up in these parts, and while I was livin' in the city, I got" he whispered. "The itch".
                                     If Amy knew he was putting it all on, she didn't show it.

Amy: Well Frank, that's understandable. I sometimes wonder what it'd be like working in New York you know? But something always keeps me rooted to the spot.

Frank: Well, they say that "home is where the heart is" and from experience I know it to be true.

With that last sentence so carefully constructed, Frank was sure he'd be sleeping with her tonight, at least.

He stared at his watch, "Well, Crap. Work."

Amy followed his gaze and made an appropriate assumption "well, I guess you'd better get going, right?" "It's been really nice meeting you Frank".

"You too, Amy Bull".

"Well, you know, I could always pop back over this afternoon if you're not busy. He paused, dragging out the syllables. For a few drinksssss".
Amy shuddered inwardly, Frank was certainly one charismatic guy.
She took a few seconds to mull it over, and when she decided that it couldn't hurt to have him over, after all he seemed nice enough.

                             "Well, I don't think that could hurt. Bring some Rum and we're in Buisness".
                                Frank was grinning in the inside, this was almost too easy. Pah, Women. He thought.
                                 "Well, I'll guess I'll see you later, Ms. Bull."

The hours seemed to drag on, much slower than usual at work.
Frank was enjoying his new job as a decoy immensely, and no matter how small the job, he always felt a swell of pride each time he successfully evaded capture. But today, today was different. He had a girl waiting for his company. Frank was feeling conflicted, and felt like he didn't put in a solid effort.

-At last, work was over. If Frank was still putting on that ridiculous accent, he might've whooped for joy. But sadly had more dignity than that.

Sadly, he had to take care of some 'things' first.

item 1 on the list of 'evil deeds': Donate to undermine charity.

Mwhaha level= meh.

Item 2 on the list of 'evil deeds': Do some squats. After all,

He didn't want a saggy butt.

Evil level= That's evil?

Finally, we come to item 3: a bath. Yep, that's really evil Frank.

Can totally see you as the emperor of evil..

Evil level= Pansy.

After Frank's bath there was nothing left to undertake, so he toddled on over to Amy Bull's residence.

In. His. Cardigan.

With the twilight hour descending upon them rapidly, Amy and Frank met outside the mansion once again. Their greeting was a rather formal one. After a quick handshake, Frank was once more invited in to Amy's beautiful home.

Frank: Amy! you are looking positively radio-active tonight.

Amy: Well, thankyou Frank. Always the southern gentlemen I see.

Wow, she still didn't see through him.

While Amy cooked dinner, the two of them made small talk.

"Well, Frank. It's just occurred to me that I have absolutely no idea as to what your last name is".

Frank: My last name is Albion. Yep. The truth was, Franks last name consisted of those letters, and had just been re-jumbled into a new surname, just like his first name too.

"and I also realised. I never asked you what your profession is".

Frank was amused by Amy's barrage of questions. She definitely was interested in him.

Frank told another fib. After all, it wasn't like she'd ever find out, unless he got arrested.