Darryl had found a new point of interest for his livestreams. Sims loved to watch him meet new people. And if those new people were hot and single like Sara Joyson, well that was an added bonus.
Darryl loved spending time with new hotties. He really really did.
He didn’t want to become too famous for the wrong things though, so he stayed focused on the big plan. After working his contacts, Darryl had identified the perfect members for his new club.
There was this cool couple out on Windenburg Island, the Friedmans. Ryan was a well-known writer and Lupita was a popular and effective community organizer–Darryl had to have this power couple in his club.
There was a set of friends in Oasis Springs named Aria and Devan who were making a splash live streaming their cooking prowess and BFF shenanigans–they were both in.
There was also another couple in Del Sol Valley named Aspen and Maggie. Aspen was an actress and Maggie was a painter–Darryl wanted them both, but he could only add one more club member, and he’d decided on Aspen. He was sure Maggie would understand.
The club members were identified, and the invitations were sent. Darryl chose the Newcrest Bowling Alley as their meeting place since it gave all of them a chance to get out of their home locations and let their hair down. Plus, it had recently become one of the hottest spots in town, a place to see and be seen. He secured a club meeting room upstairs next to the VIP section, and he couldn’t wait for the rest of the new club members to see.
The first club meeting was set, and everyone he invited showed up. It was the end of the first week of summer, and it was hot in Newcrest. Darryl was impressed at how in sync they were at the vague suggestion from him that they dress “polished.” As he led the club upstairs from the bowling alley to their room, he had a good feeling that this was going to work out well.
Everyone gathered at the table for the first meeting. As they sat down, Darryl got a really good look at Aria. She was even more beautiful in person and had this sparkly smile. She was definitely his type (let’s face it… who wasn’t?), but his dance card was a bit full at the moment, and he didn’t want to risk messing up the club before it even started. He was about to lean to his other side to ask Devan if it was really really true that he and Aria were just friends, but he couldn’t because Devan was too distracted by Lupita–and so was Aspen.
Darryl decided to skip the part where they acknowledged that Sims in the room were obviously attracted to other Sims in the room. He hoped Lupita’s husband Ryan was not the jealous type. He looked around the table, smiling at everyone in turn, and said, “thank you all for meeting me here today. You might be wondering why I asked you to come here today.”
“I’m not,” said Aspen. “I looked you up on Simstagram, and I saw your story about starting the club. I think it’s really cool what you’re trying to do, and once I was sure this wasn’t going to be some weird sex cult, I knew I had to join.”
“Heh, no… not a weird sex cult,” said Darryl. “I just think that we have similar goals in life. We want to make an impact on the world and make Sims stand up and take notice of us and our contributions. And I think there’s strength in numbers. I’m hoping today, we can just get to know each other, see if we click. And from there we’ll discuss how we can help each other advance in our careers, our communities, everything. So what do you think? Do you want to join the Sims Success Club?”
“Hell yeah,” said Aria, gesturing to herself and Devan, “we’re in!” Devan smiled his agreement.
Ryan and Lupita had one of those silent married-folk eye conversations, then Ryan turned to Darryl and nodded their assent.
“Oh yes I’m in,” said Aspen, “but my girlfriend is going to kill me if I don’t ask… Is there room for one more? Her name is Margaret, but everyone calls her Maggie. She’s a very talented painter, and she’s really fun to be around once she settles in. She’s considered a Notable Newcomer too, just like all of us. And it would really mean a lot to me if you would consider it.”
“Yeah… about that…,” said Darryl. “I actually did consider Maggie for the club. I wanted to invite you both, but new club charters for Sims only let you have 6 members to start. I’ve been told that after we’ve established ourselves, we could potentially add more members. Would that be okay?”
“Wait,” said Aspen, “you thought about adding her, but picked the five of us instead? Yeah, I cannot tell her that. It would be better to pretend you didn’t even know about her at all. No, don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
“Dude,” said Aria, “Maggie is an amazing painter! I have my notifications on for her Simstagram so I never miss a post. I can’t believe you picked me and Devan over her, all we post is food and pranks. What gives bruh?”
“Well…,” began Darryl, looking uncomfortable. “I’ll be honest. I wanted to have an even number of men and women to start. You know… to keep things equal and fair… Wait that doesn’t sound right. You know what I mean? No… you don’t know what I mean…”
“I’m, sorry, what?” Lupita raised one eyebrow dangerously, and as Darryl was about to open his mouth to try to explain further, Ryan shushed him as a warning that Darryl thankfully heeded.
“Don’t worry my love,” said Ryan. “What’s done is done, no need to beat up our new club leader about it. Let’s just all agree we can teach him some things about equality, eh?”
“Yeah, I definitely cannot tell her this–and neither can any of you,” said Aspen. “Swear it, right now, even if she joins the club later, she never hears about this.”
“I don’t feel comfortable lying to your girlfriend,” said Devan.
“Well if you want me to stay in this club,” said Aspen, “you all have to agree. I don’t need these type of problems upsetting my home.”
“Wow, diva,” said Aria. “Okay, we agree, damn girl. It’s like that at home?”
“Don’t worry about it, chica,” added Lupita, “we all–except super single Darryl here–understand the importance of a happy home–”
“We’re not dating,” said Aria and Devan in practiced exasperated unison.
“Sí, yes, I’ve seen your videos,” said Lupita, “you’re just friends. Solo amigos,” she added with an eye roll. “But still, you’ve lived together for how long? So we all understand that Aspen deserves peace in her home by not unnecessarily upsetting the person she lives with.”
“Fine, fine, we’ll keep the secret,” said Devan with a loud sigh, also failing at his attempt not to smile at Lupita.
“Okay,” said Darryl with an uncomfortable chuckle. “Now that that’s settled, let’s grab some food from the buffet and get to know each other and this place. Feel free to roam around, even go bowling with me downstairs if you’d like. There are shoes in that cabinet over there so we don’t have to use the gross ones downstairs.”
The club was officially established!
Darryl Cross: fearless leader and the man with the plan.
Lupita Friedman: firecracker extraordinaire and here to keep everyone in check.
Ryan Friedman: witty wordsmith and always ready with the voice of reason.
Devan Walter: prankster chef and somehow the quiet one of this group.
Aria Jacobs: a beauty inside and out and here to keep it real.
Aspen Sanders, real life drama queen and
for now the proud owner of a happy home.
And Miss Kitty.