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✨ record store chaos in Strangerville ✨

Eve dragged Kimmy and Theresa to the local record store that afternoon, insisting she needed to check if the new Donna Summer vinyl had arrived. The moment they walked in, Theresa started critiquing the décor (“the lighting is tragic, who approved this?”) while Eve headed straight for the disco section like a woman on a mission.

Kimmy trailed behind them...until she froze.

Because across the aisle, leaning casually against a display of old rock albums, was Marilla.

Green-haired, smirking, effortlessly cool Marilla… …currently laughing a little too sweetly with some conspiracy theory loser that Kimmy knew ran the stall by the trailer park.

Kimmy tried to play it cool, flipping through records with the subtlety of a brick, while very obviously positioning herself close enough to eavesdrop. Eve kept giving her the “stop staring before she notices you” look, but Kimmy was already locked in.

Marilla twirled a strand of her neon hair. The guy leaned closer. Kimmy blinked so hard the sleeves of the album she was holding crinkled.

Secrets, Steam, and… Kimmy? 🚿

While Ellio was in Eve’s tiny trailer shower, the one that rattled every time the water changed temperature, she searched through his clothes as quietly as she could. She checked every pocket, every seam, every place a key card could hide.

Nothing. Not a trace of it. He must keep it somewhere safer.

The water shut off. Eve froze for a second, then hurried to smooth everything back into place before stepping into the kitchen. Ellio came out a moment later, towel around his waist, hair dripping, looking far too comfortable for someone in a stranger’s home.

Before she could say a word, he pulled her in and kissed her like they were more than friends. She barely had time to react before she heard a quiet giggle from by the door.

Eve turned slowly. Ellio looked confused.

And there was Kimmy, Eve's best friend.

“Hi,” Kimmy said, cheeks red. “I… might have let myself in.”

A Dangerous Kind of Chemistry 🌙

In the cool desert night behind the bar, things heated fast between Eve and Ellio. One minute they were laughing, the next they were pressed together in the alley, flirting so fiercely it felt like sparks were hitting the pavement.

When Ellio kissed her neck and asked if the offer from earlier still stood, Eve smiled and told him to come back to her place. The walk home was a blur of giggles, hands roaming, and whispered promises.

Inside the quiet little trailer, they tumbled into her bed and let the night take over. It was fun, wild, and everything the two of them had been building toward.

But while Ellio was drifting into sleepy comfort beside her, Eve kept her eyes open. She was thinking about one thing.

The key card. The one she had seen clipped to his uniform. The one that opened the door to the lab.

A Night of Games and Flirtation 🎲

The night at the bar went surprisingly well. Both Eve and Ellio were energetic Sims, laughing and teasing as they played foosball and darts, their competitive spirits keeping the date lively.

As the drinks started to hit, the music grew louder and they found themselves dancing together, spinning and laughing in time with the rhythm. Flirtation flowed easily between them, playful touches and shared smiles sparking a chemistry neither could ignore.

At one point, Ellio leaned close, his voice low and warm. “Your place or mine?” he whispered in her ear.

Eve paused, her mind racing. What if this was a ploy? Ellio was technically under Commander McCillon's command.

Eve ALSO couldn’t forget he had mentioned earlier in the date, with a few drinks in him, that he was related to the commander. HE WAS HER NIECE!! Could she trust him? Or was this just another way to get her to let her guard down?

Secrets Over Drinks 🍸

A few nights later, the phone rang again...it was Ellio. His voice was casual, almost too casual, as he asked if Eve wanted to join him at the bar the next evening.

She hesitated for a moment before agreeing. Maybe this was another chance to dig deeper. The next night, she slipped into an outfit that turned heads, hoping a little charm might loosen his tongue.

“People around here love their conspiracy theories,” he said, eyed her outfit. “They think the military’s some kind of cover-up operation. It’s nonsense.”

Disturbing Sight at the Diner 🚪

As Eve’s breakfast date with Ellio was winding down, she stood and gave him warm hug, ready to head out the door. That’s when she noticed a scientist near the entrance, guiding a woman who looked terrified. Her eyes were wide, her hands trembling as she tried to resist, but the scientist’s grip was firm.

“Be quiet, you're going to cause a scene,” the scientist said quietly. “Let's just talk about this outside, alright Doctor Gotts.”

"No, no! I won't go back. You can't make me go back there." the lady struggled.

Eve’s brow furrowed. “Is… is everything alright?” she asked, stepping closer.

The woman’s gaze met hers for a brief second, fear flashing across her face. Then, before Eve could react, the woman bolted out the door, disappearing into the street beyond the diner.

Eve slid into the booth across from Ellio, trying to keep her nerves in check. His bright red hair was impossible to miss under the diner’s neon glow, and she felt a flutter in her stomach despite everything.

“So, how long have you been posted in Strangerville?” she asked casually, hoping to ease into the subject of the lab. To get information from him.

Ellio shifted uncomfortably, stirring his coffee. “I… I don’t really want to talk about work,” he said, his tone firm but polite.

Eve raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. “Fair enough,” she said, letting the topic drop.

A Surprising Call 📞

Eve ate her dinner, still shaken from her encounter with Commander McCillon. Her thoughts were heavy with her missing sister, the lab, and the warnings she had just received. Then her phone rang.

It was one of the soldiers who had been stationed outside her trailer. “Hi… um it's Ellio, I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?” he asked, voice awkward.

Eve stared at the wall, incredulous. How stupid did they think she was? Did he really think she would fall for a trick like this?

For a moment, she almost hung up. But then a sly smile crept onto her face. Two could play at this game. “Fine,” she said, her tone playful. “Meet me at the 50s diner tomorrow morning for breakfast. 8 AM. Don’t be late.”

"I won't!" he beamed.