America 1982

On Friday evening, a dozen members of the SSD fraternity did not gather at the fraternity house. Instead, they lined up their cars on Palm Avenue at sunset, looking like they were preparing for a group meeting. Self drive.

Most of these guys have well-off families, and their first car was a coming-of-age gift from their parents, so they all have bright and fashionable models in various colors. It may be difficult to choose the most beautiful one, but choosing among them The most rubbish car is a no-brainer, and 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 taunted Tommy loudly, who was protruding his butt and opening the roof cover to repair the car: "Tommy, are you sure you will be in the first class on Monday?" Before we start, can you get your collectible? You've been doing that gay-attraction thing for ten minutes."

"Friendly reminder, Tommy, Ted is already like a cowboy, holding the rope and setting off. He is going to go to the grass to rope the long-horned buck back, and then let the buck lower its head and give your damn ass a deep kiss. Hit!" Eric also laughed. The car behind him was an AMC Pacer with a silver background and black flame patterns on it:

"Give up, don't insist any more. You and Jason can choose a car like girls and get in its passenger seat. We guarantee that the driver won't touch you in the car."

"Start the damn car! Jason!" Tommy ignored those bastards' teasing, straightened up with oily hands, and yelled at Jason in the driver's seat:

"You can't buy a car when you make the fucking money? You experienced high-end life ten times in seven days! You spent the down payment on a good car! You are such a fucking talent, Jason!"

"That's the money I earned from making small movies so hard. I can spend it however I want! Okay? Don't tell me what to do, son! Focus on repairing the car!" Jason said nothing while trying to start the car. Counterattack to show weakness:

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

Seeing that the car finally started successfully, Tommy put down the hood and turned towards Charles. Eric and others raised their oil-stained middle fingers: "You, and damn Jason, I promise you will be here tonight." Kneel before Tommy Hawke!"

Seeing Tommy's tough-talking character, 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. What we can guarantee is that if you deceive us, you will be dead.”

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

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

"In your eyes, my party starts with a boring and boring road trip? Do you think I would make my party so monotonous? That's an insult to me."

Others were stunned when they heard his words and looked at Tommy in confusion, including Charles, Eric and others, not understanding why this bastard said that.

It's rare that this bastard Tommy returns to SSD on the weekend and offers to hold a party. A group of people are very excited. Everyone knows that Tommy is very good at playing. He is very good at designing various game sessions at parties. He has already been favored by the current SSD The party manager Ian regards him as the unique successor. As soon as he graduates, Tommy will take over the important task of helping the SSD brothers design various parties.

But that bastard Tommy told them that he was going to San Francisco for a night out tonight, and the bastard also invited members of the white-shoe fraternity from Stanford Law School.

Hearing that there were outsiders, most of the fraternity members, including Charles, Eric, and Jason, immediately lost interest and comfortably met some girls in their Spartan home, drank, danced, and then slept. Waking up naturally is more interesting than going to a bar in San Francisco.

Moreover, the White Shoe Brotherhood is a fraternity organization composed of a group of polite scum from law schools, and is America’s future training camp for litigants.

As a righteous American young man from the Stanford SSD fraternity, who would want to go out drinking with a group of boys who are as bad as themselves?

It's obvious that Tommy, this bastard, is ready to use bullshit excuses like friendship to achieve his dirty personal goals.

SSD members are as close to each other as brothers. When a brother needs their help to accompany a group of men for drinks, of course they refuse him out of deep affection and without hesitation.

So Charles and others directly rejected Tommy, and then Tommy, the bastard, gave them a brief introduction to the entertainment items at tonight's party. After listening to it, Charles and others, who had directly stated that they were not interested in participating, immediately changed their tune. If not The other brothers all had other weekend plans, so they could only miss it with regret. Maybe this PartySSD members are absolutely willing to all come together.

Tommy opened the car door unhurriedly, wiped the oil stains on his hands with Jason's coat, and before Jason picked up the wrench and prepared to blow his head off, he turned around and blew hard at a bus in the distance. whistle.

As the whistle sounded, Jason, who had just rushed out of the car with a wrench and was about to show his affection for his roommates, and other SSD members saw a dozen beautiful women in cool clothes getting out of the bus. Walking along the Palm Avenue at sunset, blowing kisses or winking at these guys.

"Dad, I just came down here to help you clean your hands." Jason immediately threw away the wrench, grabbed the hem of his coat, walked over to help Tommy wipe his hands carefully, and looked at the group of people approaching. The woman said affectionately:

"Tommy, I know that occasionally I will be disrespectful to you and make you unhappy, but that's 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, I can Choose her?"

"Which idiot just told me to go and sit in the passenger seat?" Tommy turned his head and looked at the SSD asshole brothers, asking with a half-smile.

Charles betrayed Eric immediately: "Tommy, my dearest brother, a fool like Eric who slanders you has no right to participate in the wonderful party you planned for the great friendship between our brothers. Let him be empty." Go back with the co-pilot, 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 Tommy loudly: "I mean, I should be the one You’re a guy who was taught a lesson by a buck’s antlers, but before you teach me a lesson, can you let me enjoy tonight first?”

Tommy said to the beautiful girls who were approaching: "Girls, each choose a passenger car to sit in and give my brothers a trip to San Francisco that will not be boring, except for the last car."

Seeing the graceful and charming women getting into the passenger seats of their cars, the SSD brothers cheered excitedly, then each got in the car, started the car neatly, and drove towards San Francisco.

In less than a minute, the only people left on the scene were the tattered Stingray, Tommy Hawke, and his dull-looking roommate Jason.

"...Tommy..." Jason looked at the bus in the distance that was making a U-turn and no women were getting off. He then looked at his SSD companions who had already filed on the road, and finally asked Tommy hesitantly: "Our Where? Where is our girl?"

"I asked you to buy a car, and this is what will happen if you disobey Dad!" Tommy took out the cigarette, held it in his mouth, and said to Jason:

"My car is a two-seater car. If I want to carry you, I can't carry a 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: "In other words, other people can have some very loving interactions with beautiful women on the road, but the two of us can only drive this car like a father and son from the country into the city. Go to San Francisco as a bastard? If you are sure you want to say that to me, I will definitely blow your head off!"

"No, no, no, calm down. I left something special for you. I know you don't like sitting with me, right? Look, look at that bus." Seeing Jason's murderous expression, Tommy He immediately explained: "I wouldn't do that to you. Look at it, Jason!"

Following the direction of Tommy's finger, Jason looked at the bus that had made a U-turn and slowly passed by him. The two beautiful blondes on the bus shook their upper bodies towards Jason in front of the window. Just this movement, it was so direct. Jason threw away the wrench again, 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 in other words, do ourselves a favor. If you promise me, you can get on the bus."

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

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

"No problem, Daddy Tommy!" Jason responded without saying anything, and boarded the bus. Soon, only Tommy and his car were left, parked alone on Palm Avenue.

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

"Jason's thoughtful answer made me feel guilty that shouldn't exist."

But soon, he put aside this emotion and said with a firm tone: "He is my roommate's son. It is only natural to obey my father's words. I am also doing it for his own good."

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

This is yesterday’s second update~~ For a change, I always write about capitalist methods and it’s easy to get insane. After all, the author is just a leek...