Mireille is just about to finish her shift at the Fire Station and isn’t too thrilled to be asked about a toothbrush by some crazy lady.

Soleil: Please you have to help me! This is my first case and my career depends on me solving it!
Mireille: How about…No.
Soleil: Ah, I know! You want money from me before you’ll talk, that’s it, isn’t it?
Random Townie: Is this The Grind?
Soleil:…that’s why you’re doing that funny thing with your fingers! Here, take this. Now spill the beans!
Mireille: I’m really too tired for this rubbish, but try asking my sister Maya, Ishaq’s step-mother. She and Ishaq don’t really get along, so if anyone took his toothbrush, it was probably her.
Soleil: Excellent! Thanks for the useful information…
Random Townie: Wow, it’s pretty quiet here on a Thursday night. When’s Happy Hour?

TO BE CONTINUED….

So I decide to see what Soleil is up to in her fledgling Private Investigator career, and it seems she has been hired by dear little Ishaq Tabchouri to investigate ‘the Case of the Backwashed Toothbrush.’ She goes to meet Ishaq at Barney’s Tattoo and Salon. Because of course a 10 year old boy would be hanging out at a Tattoo Parlour at 9.30 on a school night, right?

(Oh look, Terry and some of the Models are also here!)

Soleil meets Ishaq in one of the backrooms and he explains in a hoarse whisper that somebody in his household has been using his toothbrush, or mouthwash or something.
As his Auntie Mireille only works a few doors down the road at the Fire Station, Soleil decides to go and pump her for information.

(Bye, Terry! Bye, girls!)

simsplification:

New house~
Still unfurnished…

This is bloody gorgeous.

This was going to be a post about Hope and Charles’ date but I got distracted by my game’s townies.

The final straw is when Ishaq pranks Maya by putting dye in the shower.

Maya: ♫ I got a passion in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it ♫
*steps out of shower and looks in mirror*
*looks again*
*screams*
Maya: I HAVE @#$%@#&$@ NORMAL BROWN HAIR?????!!!!! NO MORE MR.NICE GUY, ISHAQ!!!!! THIS IS WAR, MISTER!!!!