Welcome to Day Two of the Beach Bachelor!

Last time we saw Forrest Wrongway, my generation four spare, spend time meeting and greeting seven ladies who he has the privilege of spending a week with. Angie spent too much time in the hot tub, Betria proved she was more awesome at sand castles, Forrest argued with a few people and Lute was nice and shy. At the end of Day One, Forrest decided he liked Laura least and she was asked to leave.

Now, onto Day Two!

After seeing Laura out to her cab, Forrest sank into a hot tub for a nice relaxing soak.

He knew he was about to be joined by three of the women he shared the house with, but he wasn't thinking about that for a moment. He was too busy enjoying the hot tub.

It took less time than Forrest predicted for his housemates to join him. Vogue, Victoria and Lute were the three women to make it to his tub.

“Did Victoria just splash Vogue?” Lute asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not quite as relaxing as the lazy conversation I had in mind, but there we go.” Forrest smiled a little.

In the other hot tub, Rayne grinned at Angie, “Isn't it nice to spend time together?”

Angie didn't reply, instead, stared off to her left.

Rayne's smile dropped, “Angie? Hello? Angie?”

“You hot tub naked?” Angie questioned, ignoring Rayne.

“It's better than running round in waterproof underwear.” Betria replied.

Angie looked down at her bikini, “Rayne, she might have a point about the waterproof underwear...”

Over at the other hot tub, Forrest and Lute were deep in conversation.

“It's weird seeing you without your pretzel hair.”

“Pretzel hair?” Lute repeated, cautiously.

“You know, the style you usually have it in,” Forrest shrugged, “I'm not so good at complimenting people. Sorry.”

“Well, it's weird seeing you without a shirt.”

Forrest laughed, “Touché.”

After that, Lute turned her attention to Victoria, “WILL YOU STOP SPLASHING VOGUE! I'M TRYING TO PAY ATTENTION TO FORREST!”

“Sorry, I'm just having fun. You should try it, Lute. It's the reason why we're here.” Victoria rolled her eyes, and offered Vogue a smile.

“Stop arguing in my hot tub!” Forrest demanded, and his request was met with silence.

“Also, could you stop splashing me? It was funny at first, but it's old now. Stop it.” Vogue decided, glaring at Victoria.

“That's it, I'm getting out.” Victoria sighed.

“Me too,” Lute stood up, “I'm hungry.”

“Talk to you later?” Forrest questioned, smiling.

“Of course.” Lute returned the smile.

(also, ignore the plumbbob in the picture. I still haven't got used to my laptop's screen resolution)

That night, after soaking in the hot tub all afternoon, Forrest headed out onto the balcony to watch the sea, before talking to each of the woman. Another one had to go home soon, and he wanted to be sure before he chose one.

“This better be good,” a voice called, “I was happy in my hot tub.”

“You don't want to just talk for a bit?” Forrest turned round to face Angie.

“Sure. Could do.” Angie folded her arms.

“So. Erm. Angie.”

“You're boring,” Angie yawned, half-heartedly, “can I go back to the hot tub now?”

“Talking to me tonight might mean you get to stay longer, Angie.” Forrest reminded her.

“I don't care.” Angie replied, bluntly.

“Oh, you don't?” Forrest scowled.

“The way I see it, this whole thing is a bit of fun. A holiday. But you're all 'let's talk' or 'let's build sandcastles'! I want to relax. Chill.”

“And ignore me.”

“Whatever. I'm going back to the hot tub.”

Forrest headed inside to calm down for a while when Betria wandered past.

“You look lonely.” She noted.

“And you're wearing clothes again.”

Betria chuckled, “I think Lute would have a heart attack if I didn't wear clothes most of the time.”

“I heard your talk with Angie didn't go so well,” Betria said, changing the subject. Forrest grimaced, “that bad, huh?”

Forrest shrugged, “She doesn't really care about anything that's going on here.”

“Maybe that's her thing,” Betria offered, “try talking to her again tomorrow.”

“You're helpful to have around, you know that, right?” Forrest grinned.

“I do my best.”

After Betria had disappeared downstairs, Lute showed up, smiling again.

“I said I would come talk to you later,” Lute began, “I heard things haven't been going quite to plan up here.”

“Oh, don't even get me started on one of the conversations I had this evening,” Forrest frowned, slightly angry at Angie's attitude.

“It doesn't matter now, it's over,” Lute answered, sweetly, “you should cheer up. You're only here a week, and a week's too short to spend time being grumpy.”

“Very true,” Forrest breathed out, slowly, “tell about your home?”

“We have a collection of flamingos on our front lawn,” Lute looked at Forrest, smiling, “most people don't like them.”

“But it sounds awesome! In my garden at home, we just have trees and gravestones,” Forrest grinned, “Lute, if we're not best friends when we leave here, I'll be really disappointed.”

“Me, too.”

Once his conversation with Lute was finished, Forrest wandered downstairs and into the living room, to talk with Rayne.

“Hey, Rayne, how are you?” He asked.

“Not bad, I'm just looking all over the house for a violin.”

“I don't think there's musical instruments...didn't we talk about this yesterday?”

“Yeah, but I didn't want to give up.”

“Well, that's a pretty cool quality to have, but a violin isn't hiding in the walls, you know.”

“How can you tell?” Rayne asked, her eyes glittering.

“Please don't smash open the walls looking for a violin.”

Rayne folded her arms, “Fine. But the first thing I'm doing when I leave here is tracking down a violin.”

Forrest nodded, as Rayne wandered away, tapping at the walls to check if they were hollow.

Victoria entered the room, “Hey! Angie told me you were bugging people!”

Forrest looked up from where he sat on the sofa, surprised.

“Am I bothering people?” Forrest questioned.

“Not me,” Victoria smiled, “and probably not most of the women here. You're too good-looking to be a nuisance”

“Thank you?”

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Anything, really. Just getting to know everyone.”

“Well, you know I enjoy a good party. With lots of juice and dancing,” Victoria grinned at Forrest enthusiastically, “after this week we should go partying!”

“That could be fun,” Forrest replied, uncertain. He hadn't partied properly, not with juice or anything, “right?”

“Right! We really have to party, Forrest, you realise.”

Forrest smiled, “Then it's a date.”

The last person Forrest needed to speak to was Vogue, who was on her way to bed when Forrest stopped her to talk.

“I'm tired, can this wait?”

“Maybe. I just wanted to talk to everyone tonight, is all.”

“Angie's still in the hot tub, you know.”

“She's been there all day,” Forrest pointed out, “I didn't expect any different.”

“Well, at least she's having fun, right?” Vogue smiled, “That's what this is all about.”

“Yeah, I just wished she liked me better...”

“It's not your fault,” Vogue shrugged, “maybe you did something without noticing.”

Forrest laughed, “Like interrupting her relaxation time.”

“Exactly!”

The next morning followed an uneventful night, and brought with it a flirt for everyone. First up was Betria, who happily accepted Forrest's advances.

“I love the fact we're good friends, Betria,” Forrest grinned, “I know we haven't known each other long, but I don't want to lose touch after this week.”

Angie was next up, and she was less than happy to see Forrest first thing in the morning.

“You're looking good this morning, Angie!”

“What?!” She demanded, “Leave me alone!”

“Hmm. That didn't go as planned.”

Not all of the girls reacted in the same way Angie did. Lute shyly smiled at Forrest's flirting.

“I really like spending time with you, Lute, even if we're just talking.”

“Really?”

“Really!”

Rayne wasn't so impressed by Forrest's advances.

“Did I ever mention how pretty you are?”

“No, Forrest. We're friends, and that's all I want.”

“Oh...well. I wasn't expecting that reaction.”

Outside, Forrest found Victoria, and flirted with her.

“You know, that partying idea you had sounds like great fun, if we go together.”

“Normally I do the flirting, this makes an interesting change.”

Also down by the shore, Forrest found Vogue, just before the clock struck twelve.

“You're prettier than the sea rolling onto the sand.”

Under her sunburn, Vogue blushed.

Inside, the girls gathered on the sofas while Forrest took some time down by the sea to make his decision. It wasn't necessarily a hard decision, but Forrest wanted to make sure it was right.

“Who do you think is going today?” Lute asked, nervously.

“Hopefully not me!” Rayne answered, grinning, “I wish none of us had to go. You guys are loads of fun to hang out with.”

Angie said nothing, and bit her lip.

“Did I mention you all look great this morning?” Forrest asked, wolf-whistling as he entered the room.

His statement was met with giggles, before an anxious hush fell over the girls again.

“I really hate this part,” Forrest told them all, “but it has to happen. Someone here has to go. I already I wasn't good at emotional speeches. But I wish whoever is leaving a safe journey to the hotel down the road.

“Today, I'm afraid, the person leaving is...”

“Angie,” Forrest smiled sympathetically, “sorry.”

“I kinda expected this.”

So now Angie is gone too! The final scores of Day Two:Lute: 78Victoria: 49Betria: 47Rayne: 39Vogue: 37Angie: -4

Also, thanks to everyone who let me borrow their sims – Beth, Crystal, Heather, Faye and Rai!

Thanks for Reading!