American Entertainment 1982

Instead of gathering at the fraternity house on Friday evening, the dozen or so members of the SSD fraternity lined up on Palm Avenue at sunset in what appeared to be a group fight. self-driving.

Most of these guys come from well-off families, and their first cars are grown-up gifts from their parents, so they are bright and stylish models of various colors. It may be difficult to choose the most beautiful one among them, but choosing The trashiest was a no-brainer, and the trashiest laurels clearly belonged to the last of the fleet, Tommy Hawk's Stingray C2.

SSD Chairman Charles leaned on the door of his bright yellow Opel Manta four-seater sports car, and taunted Tommy who was pouted and opened the hood to repair the car: "Tommy, are you sure you are in the first class on Monday?" Before we start, can you get that collection of yours done? You've kept that fag-attracting action for ten minutes."

"A friendly reminder, Tommy, Ted has set out like a cowboy with a rope, and he's going to go out on the grass and come back with a buck with horns, and then let the buck bow its head and give your damn ass a deep blow." Hit!" Eric also laughed, and the car behind him was an AMC walker with a black flame pattern painted on a silver background:

"Give up, don't insist anymore, you and Jason can choose a car like a girl, sit in its co-pilot, and we promise that the driver will not touch you in the car."

"Start that damn car! Jason!" Tommy ignored the bastards' ridicule, straightened up with greasy hands, and shouted at Jason in the driver's seat:

"You can't buy a car when you fucking make money? Experience the high life ten times in seven days! Spent a down payment on a nice car! You're fucking talented, Jason!"

"That's the money I earned from making small movies. I can spend it as I want! Okay? Don't tell me, son! Focus on repairing the car!" Jason tried to start the car without saying anything. A weak counterattack:

"The most important thing you should do is to continue to sell software, make money and honor me!"

Seeing that the car finally started successfully, Tommy put down the hood, turned around and pointed a grease-stained middle finger at Charles, Eric and the others: "You, together with damn Jason, I promise you will all be here tonight." Kneel before Tommy Hawke!"

Seeing Tommy's tough mouth, Charles nodded with a straight face: "There is no doubt, brother, your mouth is much tougher than some of your things, I can't guarantee whether I will kneel in front of you, I What can be guaranteed is that if you deceive us, you will die."

"That's right, I will be the first to help Ted hold you down and make you feel the pain." Eric echoed loudly from the side, then turned his head to greet everyone: "Let's go, target, San Francisco!"

"Hey! A group of cuties who have never seen the world!" Hearing Eric, Charles greeted everyone to get in the car and prepare to leave. Tommy looked at them with disgust and said:

"My party, in your eyes, is to start with a boring and boring road trip? You think I will make my party so monotonous? That's an insult to me."

The others were stunned when they heard what he said, and looked at Tommy puzzled, including Charles, Eric and others, not understanding why the bastard said that.

It’s rare that the bastard Tommy returned to SSD on weekends and offered to hold a party. A group of people were very excited. Everyone knows that Tommy is very good at playing. He is very good at designing various game sessions at parties. Ian, the party manager, is regarded as a unique successor. When he graduates, Tommy will take over the important task of helping the SSD brothers design various parties.

But the bastard Tommy told them that he was going to San Francisco tonight, and the bastard also invited members of the Stanford Law School White Shoes Fraternity.

Hearing outsiders, most of the fraternity members, including Charles, Eric, and Jason, suddenly lost interest. They comfortably met some girls in their own Sparta, drank, danced, and then slept Waking up naturally is more interesting than running to a bar in San Francisco.

Moreover, the White Shoes Brotherhood is a fraternity organization composed of a group of gentle scum from the law school, and it is the future training camp for litigators in the United States.

As a Stanford SSD fraternity, an upright and awe-inspiring American youth, who would want to go out and drink with a group of boys who are as jerk as themselves?

It was clear that the bastard Tommy was going to use shitty excuses like friendship to achieve his dirty personal goals.

The members of SSD are as close as brothers to each other. When the brothers need them to help accompany a group of men, of course it is out of deep affection and they refuse him without hesitation.

So Charles and the others directly rejected Tommy, and then the bastard Tommy gave them a brief introduction to the entertainment items at the party tonight. The other brothers have other plans for the weekend, so they can only miss it with regret. Maybe the members of PartySSD are absolutely willing to be there this time.

Tommy opened the car door unhurriedly, 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 and blew hard on a bus in the distance. whistle.

As the whistle sounded, Jason, who had just rushed out of the bus with a wrench to show his roommates, and other SSD members saw more than a dozen cool-dressed girls getting off the bus, walking along Walking down Palm Avenue at sunset, blowing kisses or winking at these guys.

"Father, I just came down to help you clean your hands." Jason immediately dropped the wrench, grabbed the hem of his coat, and walked over to help Tommy wipe his palms carefully. The woman said affectionately:

"Tommy, I know that sometimes I don't respect you very much and make you unhappy, but that's just a common problem in the rebellious period. You must be able to tolerate and understand me... Shit, look at that girl who looks like a Barbie doll, I can Choose her?"

"Which idiot told me to get lost and take the co-pilot just now?" Tommy turned his head, looked at those SSD bastard brothers, and asked with a half-smile.

Charles betrayed Eric immediately: "Tommy, my dearest brother, a fool like Eric who slanders you is not qualified to participate in the wonderful Party you planned for the great friendship between our brothers, let him be empty Tell the co-pilot to go back, 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, begging Tommy loudly, "I mean, I should be The guy who was taught a lesson by the antlers of the buck, but before you teach me, can I enjoy tonight?"

Tommy said to the beautiful girls who were approaching: "Girls, each of you chooses the co-pilot of a car to sit in, and give my brothers a non-boring trip to San Francisco, except for the last car."

Seeing a woman with a graceful figure and a variety of styles getting into the co-pilot of his car, the SSD brothers cheered excitedly, and then got into the car, started the car neatly, and drove towards San Francisco.

In less than a minute, it was just the battered Stingray, Tommy Hawke, and his deadpan roommate Jason.

"...Tommy..." Jason looked at the bus that was making a U-turn in the distance, and no women got off, and looked at the SSD companions who were already on the road, and finally asked Tommy hesitantly: "Our What about our girl?"

"I'll let you buy a car. This is what will happen if you don't listen to Dad!" Tommy took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said to Jason:

"My car is a two-seater car. If I carry you, I can't carry beautiful girls. For the sake of friendship, I gave up girls and chose to carry you, Jia..."

Jason leaned over and picked up the wrench on the ground: "That is to say, other people can have some very loving interactions with the beauties on the road, but the two of us can only drive this car like a father and son in the country. Crap going to San Francisco? If you're sure you're going to tell me that, I'm sure I'm going to blow your head off!"

"No no no, calm down, I left you a special one, I know you don't like to sit with me, right? Look, look at that bus." Seeing Jason's murderous eyes, Tommy Immediately opened his mouth and explained: "I won't treat you that way, look at it, Jason!"

Following the direction of Tommy's finger, Jason looked at the bus that had completed the U-turn and slowly passed by him. Two beautiful blonde girls on it shook their upper bodies towards Jason in front of the window. Let Jason throw away the wrench again, put his arms around 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 us a favor. If you promise me, you can get on that bus."

Jason pushed Tommy away and chased directly towards the bus: "Of course I would do anything for you, open the door, girls! Your dear Jason is here! It feels so good to not have to spend money yourself!"

"I think you agreed?" Tommy asked with a smile behind him.

"No problem, Papa Tommy!" Jason threw down a reply, and boarded the bus. Soon, only Tommy and his car were left standing alone on Palm Avenue.

Looking at the direction of the bus going away, Tommy shook his head:

"Jason's thoughtful answer made me feel a sense of guilt that shouldn't exist."

But soon, he put this emotion aside again, and said in a firm tone: "He is my roommate's son, and it is only right and proper to listen to my father's words. I also do it for his own good."

After speaking, Tommy started the car, turned on the music station, and drove towards San Francisco under the sunset and singing.

This is the second update from yesterday~~ Change your mind, keep writing about capitalist methods, it is easy to go crazy, after all, the author is just a leek in reality...