Spiders and Cocktails: Lobo

“Hmm, another spouse out of the way after all!”

Nope, just sleepy. But we headed to Myshuno Meadows for a wedding fast, regardless about how Diego felt. Not exactly the most passionate husband/Partihaus partier out there.

We got wedding vows, city views, Jade Rosa, Lucia and Sonora not watching the wedding (they were already tired of this game I suppose), someone from Sulani, and of course my next two husbands for Marg…if everything went right.

You might be able to tell that without me hinting at it. Sorry if this marriage doesn’t hit you in the right place.

And it was Christmas! There was not much room for a tree in Diego’s apartment, but Lucia and Sonora forgot about the boring ceremony in an instant.

Even Father Winter came through…so Diego has a fireplace in his living room (cool) and bathroom (HUH). I have gutted out his apartment before and will do it again and somehow forgot about the bathroom fireplace. Well Father Winter did not.

Did the kids care? Absolutely not.

Though they may have cared about the cramped bedroom. It wasn’t going to be the last one either. Diego was still exhausted and testing out the beds.

Plus, they had to have a child too. Not like I was in a hurry…right?

Right??

It all started with this annoying neighbor…and remembering that my next two spouse options were both elders. But mostly the neighbor listening to loud music and giving everyone an angry moodlet.

I was honestly unsure how to kill Diego at first. He is a hot-head, fine, but I found the hot-headed trait to not really be the key to death by anger when I last tried it. Funny enough, Angry Flaming Spaghetti didn’t work either (even though Marg was more than skilled enough for it).

“You copied the same painting five times, Marg? How tasteless, this is not going in my private gallery.”

Even Mauro, newly grown up (sorry kid!) wasn’t taking it. Sometime earlier, Marg invited over her maid friend Rachell and made Diego jealous, with a day-long angry moodlet to remember it by.

Arguing gave another. Let’s finish this thing.

“Well sugar, you knew this marriage wasn’t meant to last anyways.”

“Are you serious, I’d rather die than look single.”

“I can’t believe you! Is this just about climbing the social ladder? Child support? Thrills?”

“Well, I think it’s about your heart murmur.”

“My heart murmur?!”

And so ended the marriage of Margarita and Diego, two days of not-so-much bliss. At least there was a baby to “look forward” to (ugh!)

On the other hand, Lucia was going to be a teenager soon enough. I needed the extra hands or the ability to abandon her. Possibly both.

“Damn, that girl moves fast now. He would’ve been dead at 50 anyways.”

Marg recovered, and was off to find the next Partihaus member somewhere in Uptown. You might see where this is going.

Lily Feng wouldn’t suspect a thing about them. Or she did when the Partihaus invite didn’t extend to her.

Myshuno Meadows was a cool and sophisticated new hangout for the party people. Many of them were becoming settled down as boring, though Eva still drank throughout her pregnancy with Hugo Villereal.

Stay classy, Partihaus.

It helped Marg break up the Fengs, and for once, make significant progress on the husband that would hopefully come afterwards, Baako Jang (who indeed had a more prestigious career than Victor…somehow). It didn’t give her a reputation hit, she still hit Pristine reputation after she married Victor.

And Victor was…uh…consoling Paolo right before his marriage to Raj Rasoya. Call it an improptu bachelor party. I’m pretty sure this was before because I was a little surprised by them cozying up. Not anymore.

It was a good night. I wanted the full moon shot, nothing more.

The kids were not having the best time in Diego’s apartment. I didn’t realize that he had concrete walls in his former exercise room, giving this a very prison-esque feeling. I didn’t take down the angry paintings, so Lucia did her homework angry. I forgot to take pictures of Luis again (he’s asleep in the second picture, a lot of Bjorn’s face + Marg’s black hair)

So clearly, it was time to change that. The Fengs could have a little more space.

They did not. But onwards and upwards, for Margarita only.

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