Bunter took Emad aside immediately, and in the guise of a game of chess, he gave him a warning.
Bunter: Cause trouble and I'll kill you. I have no time for your tricks. We'll talk later.
Emad thinks to himself: Bide your time, Emad. Survey the lay. Then you can deal with the cur.
Again, some of the invited guests were not able to stay, but the guys looked like they were enjoying themselves, especially David McDonagh. Sugar Free the Dancer was the main highlight of their evening.
Bunter gave the toast. Three of Piers' former research subjects were there: David, Martin, and Malcolm. Bo showed up later after work.
Bunter got crazy again with the nectar. He was the only one during both parties I saw throw nectar around the room like this.
Piers got him back. And Martin sprayed Malcolm while Sugar headed for the manor house.
Someone brought Mac and Cheese, but Bunter's Blueberry Pie was the preferred dish. The Plasma Cobbler was not touched. Not a vampire in sight.
Emad reminded me that he had needs. ...Be patient, Emad! I remember: Flirty, Charismatic, Gold Digger. Got it.
Piers stopped dancing to analyze one of his ideas.
The effort must have been too much because he crashed soon after that--just as Hera and Caprice showed up. David looked at me as if asking what I planned to do about Piers. ...I let him sleep it off. Nerd comas don't last long.
Bo and David talked up in the loft. That's it.
Later, David and Piers had tea together. Gee guys, don't get too wild, ok?
Malcolm and Sugar rocked themselves into a trance.
This was about as exciting as the Bachelor Party got: Emad bikini watching. He didn't even bother to get off the lounge chair.
Bunter finally found time to have a word with Emad. Actually, it was Emad that did most of the talking.
Emad: Majid, I've decided to let you keep the treasure. Consider it a wedding gift to Piers and Hera. In fact, I've already talked to Piers about the gems.
Bunter: You already told His Lordship that the jewels were yours?
Emad: They WERE mine!
Bunter thinks: There goes my plan to impress Caprice and smooth her worries about my activities. Damn Emad!
Emad: I will admit, little brother, you won the battle and caught me red handed. But there's no need to continue the hostilities. I sense some great opportunities here. We can work this gig together, just like old times.
Bunter: Are you kidding me? Have you been hitting the juice bar?
Bunter: Any more talk like that and I'll bust you right in the mouth!
Emad: Ok! Take it easy, Majid. Man, you've turned into a regular scrapper, little brother. That's not healthy, kid.
Bunter: Grrr.
Emad beat a hasty retreat. He HAD been hitting the juice bar.
Bunter thinks: Bloody Kraken!
The guys weren't a lively bunch, but they didn't want to leave. Some stayed all the next day, then joined the wedding celebration.
Emad spent a lot of time in the pool. Martin provided poolside entertainment.
Hera, being an open sociable sim, conversed with Emad. She had no idea who she was talking to; he never showed his true nature, at least not his Evil, Daredevil side. Maybe he was relying on his Natural Born Performer ability. (He's a level 5 acrobat.)
Amazingly, Piers and Emad became friends (on their own). They have nothing in common!
Piers: Emad, old man, I really want to thank you again for your generous gift! I don't know what to say.
Emad: My pleasure, Your Lordship. I am honored to have met you and your lovely fiancee.
Piers: Please, drop the formality. Piers will do.
Emad: Piers it is then, my friend!
