Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 119 Tommy's Party
On Friday evening, a dozen members of the SSD fraternity did not gather at the fraternity house. Instead, they lined up their cars on the side of the road on Palm Avenue at sunset, looking like they were preparing for a group drive.
Most of these guys come from wealthy families, and their first car is a gift from their parents for their coming of age, so they all have bright and fashionable cars of various colors. It may be difficult to choose the most beautiful one, but it is easy to choose the rubbish one. Obviously , the rubbish crown belongs to Tommy Hawke's Stingray C2 at the end of the team.
SSD Chairman Charles leaned against the door of his bright yellow Opel Manta four-seater sports car and mocked Tommy loudly as he opened the hood to repair the car: "Tommy, are you sure you can finish your collection before the first class on Monday? You have been doing that pose to attract gays for ten minutes."
"Friendly reminder, Tommy, Ted has set off like a cowboy, carrying a rope. He's going to the grass to lasso a long-horned buck, then have the buck lower his head and give your damn ass a deep blow!" Eric also laughed. The car behind him was an AMC Pacer with a silver background and a black flame pattern painted on it:
"Give up, don't insist. You and Jason can choose a car like women and sit on the passenger seat. We promise that the driver won't touch you in the car."
"Start the damn car! Jason!" Tommy ignored the jeers of those bastards, stood up with his hands greasy, and yelled at Jason in the driver's seat:
"Can't you buy a car with the money you make? You experienced the high life ten times in seven days! You spent the down payment on a nice car! You are such a fucking talent, Jason!"
"That's the money I made from working so hard on a movie. I can spend it however I want! Okay? Don't tell me what to do, son! Just focus on fixing the car!" Jason fought back as he tried to start the car:
"The best thing for you to do is to continue selling software, make money and then honor me!"
Seeing that the car finally started successfully, Tommy lowered the hood, turned around and raised his greasy middle finger towards Charles, Eric and others: "You, including the damn Jason, I promise that you will kneel in front of Tommy Hawke tonight!"
Charles saw Tommy's tough talk and nodded with a straight face. "No doubt, brother, your mouth is much tougher than some of your things. I can't guarantee that I will kneel before you, but what I can guarantee is that if you deceive us, you will die."
"That's right. I'll be the first one to help Ted hold you down and make you feel the pain." Eric echoed loudly beside him, then turned his head and called out to everyone: "Let's go, destination, San Francisco!"
"Hey! A bunch of cute little girls who have never seen the world!" After hearing Eric, Charles called everyone to get in the car and prepare to leave. Tommy looked at them with disgust and said:
"My party, in your eyes, starts with a boring and uninteresting road trip? You think I would let my party be so monotonous? That's an insult to me."
When the others heard his words, they were stunned and looked at Tommy in confusion, including Charles, Eric and others, not understanding why this bastard said that.
It's a rare occasion that Tommy comes back to SSD on the weekend and he takes the initiative to propose a party. Everyone is very excited. Everyone knows that Tommy is a good at having fun and is very good at designing various game sessions at parties. He has long been regarded as the unique successor by the current SSD party manager Ian. As soon as he graduates, Tommy will take over the responsibility of designing various parties for the SSD brothers.
But Tommy, the bastard, told them that they were going to San Francisco tonight to have fun, and the bastard also invited members of the White Shoe fraternity of Stanford Law School.
When they heard that there were outsiders, most of the fraternity members, including Charles, Eric, and Jason, immediately lost interest. They comfortably met some girls in their Sparta, drank, danced, and then slept until they woke up naturally. It seemed more interesting than going to a bar in San Francisco.
Moreover, the White Shoe Fraternity is a fraternity organization composed of a group of scoundrels in the law school, and it is a training camp for future lawyers in America.
As a member of the Stanford SSD fraternity, a group of upright American young men, who would be willing to go out drinking with a group of boys who are just as bad as themselves?
It's obvious that this bastard Tommy is going to use the bullshit excuse of socializing to achieve his dirty personal goals.
The SSD members were as close as brothers to each other. When their brothers needed them to help accompany a group of men drinking, they, of course, refused him without hesitation out of deep affection.
So Charles and the others directly rejected Tommy, and then that bastard Tommy briefly introduced to them the entertainment activities at tonight's party. After listening, Charles and the others who had just directly expressed that they were not interested in participating immediately changed their minds. If other brothers had not had other weekend plans and could only miss it with regret, perhaps all SSD members would definitely be willing to attend this party.
Tommy opened the car door calmly, wiped the oil stains on his hands with Jason's coat, and before Jason picked up the wrench to blow his head off, he turned around and whistled loudly towards a bus in the distance.
As the whistle sounded, Jason and other SSD members, who had just rushed out of the bus with a wrench to show their deep love for their roommates, saw a dozen beautiful girls in cool clothes getting off the bus. They walked slowly along the Palm Avenue at sunset, blowing kisses or winking at these guys.
"Dad, I came down just to help you clean your hands myself." Jason immediately threw away the wrench, grabbed the hem of his coat, walked over to help Tommy wipe his palms carefully, glanced at the group of women who were coming, and said affectionately:
"Tommy, I know that sometimes I may not respect you and make you unhappy, but that is just a common problem during the rebellious period. You must be able to tolerate and understand me... Shit, look at that girl who looks like a Barbie doll, can I choose her?"
"Which idiot just told me to get on the passenger seat?" Tommy turned his head and looked at those SSD bastards , asking with a half-smile.
Charles betrayed Eric immediately: "Tommy, my dearest brother, Eric is a fool who slanders you and has no right to attend the wonderful party you planned for the great friendship between us brothers. Let him go back with the passenger seat empty. My car can carry three..."
"Tommy, I think there is a little misunderstanding between us!" Eric strangled Charles' neck to prevent the bastard from continuing, and begged for mercy to Tommy loudly: "I mean, I should be the one to be punished by the antlers of the stag, but before you punish me, can you let me enjoy tonight first?"
Tommy said to the approaching pretty girls, "Girls, each of you pick a car and sit in the passenger seat, so that my brothers won't have a boring trip to San Francisco , except for the last car."
Seeing the graceful and charming women getting on the passenger seat of their cars, the SSD brothers cheered excitedly, then got in their cars, started the cars neatly, and drove towards San Francisco.
In less than a minute, the only people left on the scene were the battered Stingray, Tommy Hawke, and his dull-looking roommate Jason.
"...Tommy..." Jason looked at the bus that was turning around in the distance and no women were getting off. He then looked at his SSD companions who were already on the road. Finally, hesitantly asked Tommy, "Where are ours? Where are our girls?"
"I asked you to buy a car, and this is what happens when you don't listen to your father!" Tommy took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said to Jason:
"My car is a two-seater. If I carry you, I can't carry the pretty girl. For the sake of friendship, I gave up the girl and chose to carry you, Jia..."
Jason leaned over and picked up the wrench on the ground. "So, everyone else can have some very loving interactions with beautiful women on the road, but the two of us can only drive this lousy car to San Francisco like a country father and son going to the city? If you are sure you want to say that to me, I am also sure that I will blow your head off!"
"No, no, no, calm down. I saved a special one for you. I know you don't like sitting with me, right? Look, look at that bus." Seeing Jason's murderous eyes, Tommy immediately explained: "I won't do that to you, look at it, Jason!"
Following the direction of Tommy's finger, Jason looked at the bus that had turned around and was slowly passing by him. The two beautiful blonde girls on it shook their upper bodies towards Jason in front of the window. Just this one action made Jason drop the wrench again. He hugged Tommy and said, "I knew you wouldn't do this to me, Tommy. We are brothers, we..."
"Actually, I want you to do me a favor, or rather, do ourselves a favor. If you agree to it, you can get on the bus."
Jason pushed Tommy aside and ran straight after the bus. "Of course I'm willing to do anything for you. Open the door, girls! Your dear Jason is here! It feels so good not to have to spend your own money!"
"I thought you agreed?" Tommy asked with a smile behind him.
"No problem, Daddy Tommy!" Jason responded and got on the bus. Soon, only Tommy and his car were left, parked alone on Palm Avenue.
Looking at the direction where the bus was going, Tommy shook his head:
"Jason's thoughtful response made me feel guilty."
But he quickly put aside this emotion and said in a firm tone: "He is my roommate's son. It is only natural for him to listen to his father. I am doing this for his own good."
After saying this, Tommy started the car, turned on the music radio, and drove towards San Francisco under the sunset and listening to the songs.
