Author’s Note: I know that the first chapter was told in the first person. When I wrote it, I thought I was going to write the legacy in the first person, but while I was writing this part, I realized that I’m a lot more comfortable writing in third person limited. I think it will also be advantageous when there are more members of the family if I want to switch perspective. Sorry for any confusion between that part and this one!

Lorelai’s first week in Brindleton Bay was pretty uneventful, she spent most of her time at SimsFeed HQ fetching coffees and writing down lunch orders. On her first day, everyone was asking for her social media handles and she had to admit that she’d never had any social media. They couldn’t believe it. Her boss pulled her aside at the end of the day and “suggested” that she at least make a simstagram and a twitter to start building her online presence.

When she got home that night, she noticed something tied to her front porch.it looked like a small black puppy with a note tied to its front paw. She walked up to it, close enough to see the small white patch on its chest. The puppy perked up as she walked closer, it started barking and running in circles. Lorelai bent down and grabbed the note, wondering who had left a dog on her porch.

She started laughing. Of course it was Devlin who sent her a puppy, he knew that she’d always dreamed of having her own dog. She missed him and Lady more than she could say. It was killing her knowing that they missed her just as much. She would have to invite them to visit her soon, show them her house and neighborhood. Let lady meet her new dog, Fish.

She looked down at Fish sitting by her feet. “Hey there, buddy,” she whispered. “Are you gonna protect me?”

Fish started barking at her, she took it as an affirmation.

“Let’s get you inside.”

She picked up the small, squirming fuzzball and carried her inside. Lorelai is already falling in love with the puppy, she’d always loved dogs and taking care of them. The only problem was that she is not exactly swimming in money, so it could get tight with another mouth to feed. Still, it would be worth it to have this cute little girl at home.

She made a mental not to stop at the store tomorrow to grab a food bowl and some toys for Fish. For now, she could feed her some leftovers from the fridge and she thought she might have an old softball that she could give her to play with.

She set Fish down and pulled out her phone, people on the internet loved pictures of small animals, so she was sure she could attract some attention with the new puppy. Lorelai wondered how ethical it was to exploit her pet for likes, but dismissed the thought by reminding herself that everyone does it.

“Look at my new puppy,” she muttered to herself as she typed the caption, “her name’s Fish.”

Fish barked at the sound of her name.

Lorelai’s phone immediately started pinging with notifications from simstagram and twitter with people liking and commenting on the cuteness of her puppy. By the end of the night, she had gained about 20 followers.

Part of her wanted to groan at tell him that no one had used the XD face unironically since 2010, but she let it slide. It made her feel like any other person her age texting their dad. A little exasperated, but in a charmed way.

Fish nudged her leg and whined, so she put her phone away and started cooking.

At work the next day, Lorelai noticed a poster stuck to the corkboard. It was bright yellow and purple with the words HUMOR AND HIJINKS FESTIVAL TONIGHT 5PM. She started asking around the office and learned that a few people were planning on going. She figured she could head into the city for the night, she really didn’t out much between work and Fish. It seems like a good opportunity to meet some friends.

The next few hours at work flew by and before she knew it, she was getting in a cab to San Myshuno. She shot a text to her neighbor asking if they could let out Fish for her, so she wouldn’t have to clean up poop when she got home. They’d been making good progress with the potty training, but Fish was still just a pup and couldn’t hold it forever.

The cab stopped and she hopped out, tipping the driver and getting her first look at the city. The quad was decorated with purple and yellow banners, fireworks, and four beautiful fountains. There were clusters of people standing around each fountain. Lorelai took a deep breath and walked toward the crowd.

There’s a sign in front of each. The one in front of the purple fountain read: PRANKSTERS, JOIN THE TEAM AND PRANK EVERYONE FOR POINTS. Lorelai crinkled her nose, she didn’t really like pranks, especially the ones that were needlessly mean. So, she went to the other sign, which read: JOKESTERS, JOIN THE TEAM AND JOKE FOR POINTS. That seemed more her speed, so she grabbed a cup and drank the punch out of the fountain.

She took a sip and glanced around. A young women made eye contact wither and walked over. She also had a glass full of the yellow punch. Her makeup was perfectly done and her inky black hair fell perfectly down her back. There is something vaguely familiar about her face.

“Hello,” her voice was low and raspy, the kind of voice that could wrap a man around her finger, “I see you’re also a jokester. My name’s Bella Goth, I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Lorelai almost smacked herself in the face. No wonder her face was familiar, she the matriarch of one of the most powerful families in Willow Creek. She’d never seen her in anything but her signature red dress and heels, but tonight she was dressed in a tight white shirt.

“I just moved to Brindleton Bay,” Lorelai responded. “I’m Lorelai.”

“Pretty name,” Bella responded, “it suits you.”

She smiled, “I get that a lot.”

They walked over to the bar and ordered some chips, she hadn’t eaten since she left the house that morning. The bartender smiled at the pair, obviously checking out Lorelai. She had to admit he was cute, maybe she could get his number before the night is over.

“So tell me why you moved to Brindleton Bay,” Bella said.

Lorelai swallowed a bite of chip. “I got a job at SimsFeed. I wanted to start my own legacy somewhere new.”

Bella nodded solemnly. “That sounds really cool. I love SimsFeed quizzes.” She laughed. “I’m apparently a pomegranate according to ‘what fruit are you according to your star sign.’”

Lorelai giggled, “Oh yeah, I’m a banana.”

The two women collapsed in laughter. Behind them, the scoreboard started ticking up, putting the jokesters four points ahead.

Lorelai couldn’t believe how easy it is to talk to Bella, she imagined that a woman so well-known would be more snobbish or self-important. However, she was nice and funny. She hoped that they could be friends.

They continued chatting all night until a handsome man with dark hair walked up to them and put his arm around Bella. “You ready to go, hon?” He must be the Goth patriarch, Mortimer.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Bella said to her husband. “Sorry, I have two kids at home, so we have to get back before the sun rises. We should definitely hang out together some time, though!”

“Yeah, of course,” she answered and waved goodbye. It was nice to see that the Goths are at least responsible parents, as well as good people.

She sat at the bar until the fireworks started going off. The jokesters won and Lorelai was given $500 for being a part of the winning team. As she started to get up and hail a cab to get home, but before she could walk away the bartender slipped her a piece of paper. She assumed it was the check, but it was just a torn piece of paper.

A name and number was scribbled on it.

Lorelai laughed at the cheesiness of the moment. “Okay, I get it,” she glanced at the paper and back to the bartender, “J Harrington III.”