Lola: So, Rick, what sort of style are you looking for?

Rick: Something that makes me look classy; handsome.

Lola: …..what about a new face?

A quick and thoughtless stylist session later…

Rick: Oh wow!

Lola: …I based the look on an old hobo who I used to pay to go into the store and buy me beer when I was 15. I don’t think I hit the classy and handsome thing too hard, but hey.

This is the full body shot.

Lola: It’s a new fashion craze.

No it’s not. You’re just lazy.

Lola: Umm, I can’t be that lazy! I got a job!

True. It’s nice to see that you’re finally taking on your founder responsibilities.

Lola: Actually, I still don’t really want to do it, but I found someone else to take my place! Everyone, meet Charlie!

…you can’t pass on your foundership to anyone, let alone a spaniel.

Lola: *sniffle* Why don’t you trust me?

You made that guy up like a hobo. I rest my case.

Lola: But he’s so adorable! Who’s a good founder? Who’s a good little founder?! You are!

Lola: OW!

What’s wrong, Doctor Dolittle?

Lola: He bit me!

Lola: Don’t make an enemy of me, Charlie. I will chew you up and spit you out.

Charlie: I wouldn’t mind, you’re pretty hot.

Lola: You’re my dog and you’re gonna do what I say, OK? I want to go and introduce myself to all the guys in town but I’d look desperate if I went on my own. That’s where you come in. I’ll go up to their houses and say that I’m taking you for a walk and that I just ‘dropped by to introduce myself’. Capiche?

Charlie: As smokin’ as you are, if I’d have known that this was what was waiting for me outside of the pound… I think I’d rather have stayed.

So, Lola went on her stalker spree to meet the neighbours.

Lola: Well Charlie, here we go!

Lola: *Sigh* I wonder what kind of eye candy is waiting for me right behind that door. Who knows, this could be the one!

Aww, Lola, you’ve decided to settle down and find a husband?

Lola: No. By ‘the one’, I mean the guy who won’t kick me out for staring at his abs for too long. Now that would be a dream come true!

…It’s a start.

Lola: Oh god, this is so awkward.

Lola: It’s Gustav! The guy who I kissed at the club the other night! The one who danced with me! The one who flipped out!

Gustav: Hey, don’t I know you? You’re the girl from the club, right?

Lola: Yeah… My name is Lola. I was just walking my dog and I thought I’d introduce myself to the neighbours… I live next door. Listen, I want to say sorr–

Gustav: It’s fine, honestly. I’d led you on a little and I was too harsh. I’m the one who should be sorry. Friends?

Lola: With benefits?

No.

So that’s one friend made, 19 to go for Lola to complete her lifetime wish.

Lola also met Dante Morganthe…

…Dayvid Musgrave…

… and Markus Aragon, the university mascot that showed up at her house. He has lilac eyes. Quick, Lola, pervert mode activate!

Lola: Listen Markus, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I find that llama costume of yours very attractive.

Who wouldn’t? Yum.

Lola: But I think it would look even better on my bedroom floor, if you catch my drift… (or at least it would if I had a bedroom).

Markus: I think I get what you’re saying… you want to buy the costume?

Lola: You’re obviously a dumbass but you’re cute so I’ll take it slow – do you want to go out for drinks?

…

Lola: So, tell me about yourself.

Markus: Oh… I didn’t know there’s be a test, I didn’t study.

Lola: … OK then, maybe I should start. I’m 22; I originally come from a small town down South; I’m sassy and fabulous; I love to party, and you’d be lucky to have me as a girlfriend. Now you try.

Markus: …Umm… I’m a guy. And…. I pull this face a lot.

Lola: He’s so interesting.

By the time Markus had walked her home, it was morning already… where were they all night? He’s pretty dumb – he probably got them lost.

Markus: Lola, I had a really great night, even though I forgot where I was going and we spent it sleeping under a bridge with homeless people.

Markus: So I got you these! Tadaa!

Have you ever seen a more desperate face?

Lola: Thanks, but I don’t know if I want a relationsh–

Markus: –I’m a charismatic, flirty, friendly party animal! We share four traits.

Lola: …

Woo! Lola’s first kiss! Well… the first one that she’s not been rejected for anyway.

So, I saw you outside with Markus! Is he your boyfriend now? Have you chosen him to be your co-founder? Are you going to have little llama babies?

Lola: Nope, nope and nope.

But you’re so similar, and you get on so well!

Lola: Maybe we’re too similar – there can only be one Lola Zodie, and that’s me! This town is my domain, the land of Lola, and I’m not sharing it just yet. Besides, I don’t want to settle down and be a founder! I just want to party and mess around, which reminds me…

What are you doing?

Lola: I’m throwing a party, duhhh! I can invite all my styling clients and all the guys I introduced myself to around town!

But you haven’t got a house, you have this tiny shack.

Lola: No problem, it’ll be a garden party. Now excuse me, but I’m making plans! Oh, hello, is that the bartender service? Good, well, I’d like to hire three bartenders for tomorrow afternoon. Male ones, please. Is it possible to have ones that all look like Channing Tatum? No? Well… can they at least walk around with their shirts off? Hello? Hello? …Huh. They hung up.

The next morning, preparation started for Lola’s party, and, considering she lives in what is essentially a field, there was a lot to be done.

Lola: You know… I’m starting to think that settling down and getting married wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all, because I could really do with a man-slave to clean up for me. It would be a win-win situation – I’d have no work around the house, and they’d get to live with me and my fabulousness!

It wasn’t long after Lola had set up a buffet, stereo and bar (and other pointless things that this legacy could really do without spending money on, but make her happy) before everyone began to arrive…

There was Param Singh and Rainflower Ivy, my favourite stalker!

Rainflower: Mmm, that Lola is one sexy lady. I can smell her perfume all the way from here … mm, yes, she smells like vanilla.

Param: Should I call the cops or just hope he’s joking?

Two of Lola’s styling clients, Violet Slymer and Olivia Goth, also came…

… as did Helen Hall…

… Dante …

… Markus …

… and Gustav, who popped by the salon the night before, and looks pretty good – maybe Lola only gives bad makeovers to people she doesn’t know.

Hey! Talking about bad makeovers, look who’s turned up! Hi, Rick!

Rick: This party is a complete sausage fest.

…it’s nice to see you too.

I didn’t get too many pictures because everyone just stood in a small group like this, but there were plenty of awkward moments.

Helen: Boo! We don’t want your kind here! Go back to mailbox land! You too, leprechaun!

Rainflower: … what drugs have you taken? Because I think I speak for all of us here when I say you should share them.

Lola: I don’t believe I’m saying this, but I think this party is a complete failure!

Not completely!

Lola: Oh yeah? I think Gustav is dead over there.

No, just passed out. Still – that’s not good.

Helen: Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have passed my herbs around.

The party finished pretty soon after that.

Lola: Well, that whole thing was an embarrassment.

Your party got the ‘modest success’ rating, that’s good!

Lola: Not to me! If a party isn’t epic, then it sucked. Damn it, what did I do wrong? Was it the music? The people? Or the extra spicy curry I served?

Charlie: …..that’s what that was? I ate some out of the trash! Oh boy, I am going to pay later.

And on that note, I’m finishing the post, before Charlie’s bowels explode. Which one of the men around town will Lola settle down with? Will she even decide to? Will Charlie become friends with Lola, if he survives the bout of explosive diarrhoea that’s sure to come? Find out next time; until then, happy simming!