#michael haze

Rules: Make over one or more of your favorite sims into a style that is completely different from their own. Choose whatever you want; the only rule is it has to be way out of their normal. Post some pics for us to see and tag them #ts4notlikemyself so we can check them out. Then tag some friends, and don’t forget to have fun!

Thank you for the tag dear @nocturnalazure . I haven’t made such thing in a veeery long time, but I admit it was super fun and I was cackling the whole time :D So here we go...

Victor: Yeah! Shaka bra, dudes!

What do you think, Vic.

Victor: I simply love it! It’s super fun and comfy and liberating. Maybe I should switch for good.

Are... are you serious?

Victor: How do you think?! Whose this stupid, disgracing idea was?!

Michael: Trololo!

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Margarita: I hope you like the place, Victor. It has a controversial reputation due to its cook. I still find it very spirited though and the food very delicious.

Victor: I cannot agree more. These pancakes work like an elixir along with the coffee. Especially after last night’s shenanigans, followed by quite an early morning.

Margarita: Yep, that was a bit menace out of Drago. I could still not understand what was all the hurry about.

Victor: Not that I’m complaining - we are heaving a great time, second day in a row. I just wish I could have shaved. Apologies for my unpresentable look.

Margarita: Oh, nonsense! I actually thought you are growing your beard back. It suited you.

Michael: Back? You had a beard?

Victor: Some time ago... But how do you know, Rita?

Michael: Yeah, have you two met before?

Victor: Not like being introduced, no. And I would have definitely remembered being introduced to Margarita Arström.

Armand: It might have just slipped your mind. Especially if she hadn’t been so obviously dangling her boobs in your face at that time.

Margarita: Excuse me?!

Michael: Are you fucking serious, man?!

Armand: Dude, sit down. I was just kidding.

Margarita: Victor, please...

Margarita: Move aside, for fuck’s sake!

Michael: Rita, dear, I’ll talk things out with Victor.

Margarita: No! You sit your ass back there! Enough talking out if you two.

Ready!

Steady!

Go!

Adam: Which one do you like the most, Rita? Just pick one.

Margarita: Neither one.

Adam: “Anything more than two tires...”

Margarita: Is a waste of rubber and metal.

Michael: Might save some money on dental prosthesis though.

Michael: Isn’t he charmante?

Victor: Compared to his outfit yours looks coordinated and presentable.

Michael: *snorts* Why, thank you.

Margarita: Where is Jess?

Mario: Stayed at the hotel. She is not a big fan of speed races.

Margarita: Then why did Drago drag me in such a hurry here?! I would have gladly spend the day with her. Maybe I should call her and drive back if she wants me to.

Victor: But it looks promisingly enjoyable here. Aren't you into races, Rita?

Margarita: Are you, Vic?

Drago: Have you picked a horse already?

Mario: What for? Victor will spill the beans and get me into a huge trouble. Besides who will willingly share such toys?

Michael: I can arrange the Koenigsegg. That dude owes me. I sold it to him practically for pennies.

Drago: I was thinking our man will prefer something home made.

Drago: How about the Enzo? You like it, Luigi?

Mario: I’ll name my firstborn like this. How do you think?

Drago: Alright then. Good thing the owner is a pal.

Mario: Ponytails unite.

Victor: Mario, don’t even think about it.

Drago: Cut him some slack. I’ll drive.

an hour later

Michael: Baby, please quit galloping on that thing already and come back yo bed.

Sisi: Fuck you.

Michael: Please do.

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Michael: Not like I’m not tremendously happy for you, but I haven’t seen you amused like tonight for a long time.

Sisi: Don’t I deserve it, since I was bored to death whole day?

Michael: And what have bored you this time, Sisi dearest?

Sisi: You, Mickey.

Michael: Ouch!

Sisi: You see, the thing I’ve first liked about you is that you were not a fool, not when it comes to business or women. True , you are satisfying your superhero syndrome with Margarita occasionally, but since I won and she lost in such a miserable way, I am fine giving it a blind eye. But after visiting Bridgeport and that gallery in particular, and meeting THAT Jessica... You are just over the top lately. 

Michael: Jessica?! Poor only Jess is the pain in your neck?!

Sisi: More like you hopping around her as if she is about to lay an golden egg any minute now.

Michael: She IS. Did you actually take a look at her stuff in between chattering with Linnie?

Sisi: Did you?

Michael: Yeah, I did! What do you think this is all about?

Sisi: Dunno. About you hardly peeling your eyes off her.

Michael: WHAT?!

Michael: Baby, are you seriously jealous of the little mamma?

Sisi: No! It’s just infuriating giving her so much credit for nothing yet. She is not even your type, for fucks sake -  so lanky and flat.

Michael: Talented, modest and thoughtful women are quite to my taste though.

Sisi: Well, sorry to break the news for you, but obviously you are not to theirs.

Michael: And to whose am I - do nothing, want-everything gold-diggers?

...

Michael: Ah, don’t be like this, honey. You called my shit, I called yours. Big deal! Come back to bed.

Sisi: Fuck you, Michael!