the rock n roll clown

Other girls:                                

x Long Hair                                  

x Make-up                                    

x Big-boobs                                  

x  Sporty      


x Pale Skin

x Blue Hair

x Rock n’ Roll Clown

x I do Cocaine

x Dr. Rockzo                      



“This is fucking bullshit,” I exhaled sharply, “I got better things to do than track down that clown!”

The smell of sex,drugs and rock ‘n’ roll became stronger as I descended the staircase of what looked to be a goddamn shithole. What is this, a fucking crackhouse?

Bingo. There they are, fast asleep like little drugged-up angels. Wait, where’s the other one? Beverly, I think. Shit, she better not be far.

“Rise and fucking shine!” I shouted. Jack jolted awake, looking confused as hell about what was happening. Goddamn, even strung-out he still looks good. Bastard. The other members of the band stirred and rubbed their eyes.

Jack stood up and stretched, yawning as he moved closer to where I was standing.

“Long time no see,” he grinned, “you look like hell.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I sneered, “I could say the same about you. Besides, I’m not the one who needs to be at soundcheck. An hour ago.”

“Oh…what time is it?”

“Time to get your ass in gear!” I spat, “I’ve been looking for you guys all damn morning!”

“Alright, alright!” Jack waved his hand, “we’ll get there. But I have to admit, I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” I rolled my eyes, “do you even remember the last time we saw each other?”

“Err, well…”

“Exactly,” I raised an eyebrow, “now, get the hell to the club or I will shove that guitar so far up your-”

“Okay, we’re going!” Jack exclaimed, “Kathie…where’s Bev?”

“How would I know?” Kathie groaned, “I was here.”

“We’ll find her,” Ed said, “she can’t be far.”

“I sure fucking hope not,” I sighed, “she’s kind of important. Jack, take your wife or whatever the hell your guitar is and come with me, you guys get Bev and come on. Randy will have my head if we fuck this up!”

Music is my wife…”

“Whatever,” I retorted, “and while we’re at it, you better hide your stuff unless you want Mr. Fun-Police to flush it!”

Looks like the band got a gig and @beverlyallitsims is nowhere to be found! Also, having Aida gather the troops might have been a bad idea!