Tara started her day with the requisite plate of burnt waffles.
Hey, she's lucky she gets that. Sims get fed at work if they're hungry, so usually I don't even bother having them eat breakfast. They just take showers and head out the door. If I'm feeling especially generous or if they don't need showers, I'll let them eat a little bread and jam or something.
Tara has no outfit for her job as a Rabid Fan. I find that strange. Shouldn't she at least paint her face strange colors and wear team merchandise? At least she needs a big foam finger. Oh, whatever.
Also strange is that her carpool car isn't nearly as crappy as the others', though the omnipresent driver remains the same. Do you think he's a clone?
After a hard day of cheering her team on and eating junk food, Tara headed out to the sports bar, handily titled the Bridgeport Sports Zone. She approached the doorman and requested entry, but was denied, so she handed him a big wad of Simoleons and he suddenly remembered who she was.
"Er, oh! It's you, Madam! Go right in!"
Tara played some video games for a moment before heading to the bar and requesting an appropriately fruity drink. She sipped her drink, treated herself to a veggie burger, and then went home to call it a night.
If I remember correctly, that drink was called a "Naughty Cheerleader." Awesome!
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