Alice didn’t panic when she was arrested. Panic was for people without toddlers and who hadn’t been to jail before. Panic was for people who could afford to freak the fuck out and not think. That was not Alice. Even her best-paying heist never afforded her that luxury.
Calmly, she asked for her phone call. Alice had learned from experience that it had to be someone who could set everything you needed in motion. They were your catalyst. They needed to update your babysitter, hire a lawyer, and ask your bazillionaire vampire boyfriend to bail you out because that had to be a perk, right?
She called Latimer because even if he wasn’t Vlad’s actual dad, he was pretty close. Plus, he was retired, with full access to the bank accounts, so he had the necessary time and resources to call out the calvary. He was beside himself, but Alice didn’t have time for emotions.
“I’m fine,” she told him. “I’ve been through this before. They’re going to demand that bail be paid in cash, and…do you want to get a pen? You might want to write this down…”
Everything was still calm when she got checked into holding. Fingerprints, photos—her body went through it guided by muscle memory.
“Don’t smile in your booking photo,” Alice whispered to the young woman standing next to her, “It’ll make you look like a psycho, and you’ll never live it down when it comes time to ask for a lesser sentence.”
Later, when they were actually in the cells, Alice held her while she cried. “I swear you’re gonna be okay. This seems really scary, but you’re going to come out the other side.”
“I shouldn’t have worn the striped shirt,” she sobbed, “I thought it would be my signature, but it was so stupid. The owners picked me out of a lineup, and I still had all their stuff in my truck.”
“Always stash your loot in a neutral location. You can come back for it after the heat dies down. And no matter what you see on TV, the only ‘costume’ you need when you’re robbing someone is dark clothing and comfortable shoes.”
Having done her good deed for the night, Alice grabbed a seat in the corner and tried to figure out the identity of the sim murdering everyone in her heist crew. Johnny and Eliza? She didn’t like either of them, but they didn’t deserve to die.
Okay, fine, maybe she did think they deserved it, but she never thought it would happen.
What if it was Salim?
The thought banged around in her head until she was digging her nails into her legs.
What if this is your fault because you’re a fuck-up?
Alice began to shake until she pinched herself. Get your shit together! Your baby-daddy is an asshole, not a murderer!
But he was the only one that made sense. And if that was the case, then Penny was right; Alice did make shit decisions on the regular.
By the grace of some force outside herself, Alice managed to shove her swirling thoughts back down. She had a kid to get home to. Chill Alice remained in control until they announced that her lawyer had arrived and led her into an interrogation room.
There stood Vlad. He was dressed impeccably, somehow managing to look like he hadn’t slept for days, would burn this place to the ground, and yet, had never known worry in his entire life.
“Are you alright?” he rasped, his voice rough like he’d contained everything he was inside a tiny box.
“Totally fine,” Alice replied confidently.
And then she broke into a million little pieces.
In addition to the CC I regularly use in the game and buildings from the Fleuralia Save File, I used the following builds and custom content. This story takes a ton of mods and cc, so if you see your work and I failed to tag it somewhere, please message me.