Writer Notes: RE-Post of Chapter 13 of The Gang in TS2 format
Warnings: many Sims on the lot, uncomplete thoughts, mostly conversation
“Well, you look better.” Drake tried to smile as he sat with Sally. The fire chief had been kind enough to handle her a wash cloth so she clean herself up, but the ash was still all in her hair. It would have been better for them just to hose her down.
“I—I’m all right.” She answered.
Drake shook his head. “Sally, you’re not. Your house just burnt down.”
She gave him a sour look.
“Can you please stop being so cool about everything?” Drake said. “It’s a little freaky.”
“I’ll be all right, Drake, god.”
He shook his head. “Well, I’m not.”
“Then go home.”
“What are you talking about? Home? Where Toulouse is snoring right now? No, thanks.”
Sally was sure she heard someone running, but she just thought it may have been a squirrel; however, that’s when she heard his voice.
“Holy crap, Rez, are you guys all right?”
“Well, sort of, Jack.”
Rez looked down and noticed Jack’s bare feet. “Did you run here?”
“Well, of course!” Jack almost shouted. “Pmint had just turned on the news and there your story was. So I bolted out to see if you guys were ok.”
Rez chuckled. “Thanks, Jack. I needed a laugh.”
“Is there anything I can get you guys?” Jack asked.
“Man, I really don’t know.” Rez said.
“You’re the one without shoes.” Rez joked.
“Dude, I have plenty.” Jack said. “Do you need shoes? Or Angel?” Jack looked behind Rez. “Or Sally?”
Rez shook his head. “Jack, I appreciate it, but…”
“Don’t mention it.” Jack smiled. “I’ll do absolutely anything to help you guys out.”
Rez rubbed his neck and looked at Angel talking to Peppermint. Angel was all covered in ash. He sighed. “A shower, maybe.”
“That’s doable.” Jack said. “I’ve got two baths, beds, and a spare. My home is completely open to you.”
Twister returned from his long jog around the neighborhood. His anger was finally boiled down.
“You all right now, Twist?” Drake asked.
“Yeah.” He answered bluntly.
Sally stood up, taking a deep breath. She really didn’t know how she’d feel about returning to the Saiders’ house. After all, last time she was there she had been quite rude to them.
Then Shane drove up, shaking his head while he exited his vehicle.
“So what’s the verdict?” Angel asked him.
“Wez got a bunch of pansies of police and fire departments.” He answered somewhat aggravated.
“Well, that’s dreadful news.” Pmint said.
“All right.” Angel shifted on her hip. “What do your insiders say?”
“My contacts think it was a hate crime.”
Pmint took a sudden breath. “What type—I mean, which type of hate crime?”
Shane shrugged. “This much brutality…it has to be personal.”
“Shane, are you suggesting—”
“Angel,” he shook his head. “It was probably another gangster group, trying to get our attention. For what, I have no idea—yet.”
“Excuse me for a moment.” Rez said, heading towards Shane and his wife.
“Shane thinks it was a hate crime.” Peppermint whispered to Jack.
He just shook his head. “Tragedy’s just following us, hey?”
“Jack—” Pmint shook her head. “Let’s not think that way.”
“Well, looks like you two just woke up.” Drake laughed.
“She did.” Jack said.
“And that’s all he said?” Rez questioned.
“That’s all I got out of him, yeah.” Shane replied. “Don’t worry, Rez. I will get to da bottom of this.”
“Shane…” Angel shook her head. “Please be careful.”
“Angel, they tried to burn you and Sally down alive.” He countered. “It’s blood war now.”
“Shoot!” Twister shouted.
“What?” Drake asked.
“The freakin’ foosball table was in there!” Twister waved his hands. “Holy crap! Sally! The foosball table!”
She sighed. “Yeah, I know Twist.”
Peppermint walked Sally away from the guys. “Don’t worry. We’re going to take you home with us and get you cleaned up.”
“Thank you.” Sally smiled. “That’s very kind of you.”
“That’s what friends are for.”