America 1982-Chapter 143 - 49: On the Necessity of Young Men Learning Popular Dance Moves
In a vacation mansion in the San Francisco Bay Area with nine bedrooms, Tommy had changed into a white suit with sequins, wearing a top hat, making him look like the host of an entertainment show. At that moment, those sequins shimmered under the laser lights around the villa. He grabbed the microphone and walked to the balcony on the second floor, looking down at the more than twenty Stanford alumni gathered in the first-floor hall:
"Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to the F*ckingParty hosted tonight by Tommy Hawk! Allow me to introduce everyone before the Party gets started. This evening, we have two Stanford vitality groups. First to introduce is of course SSD! A group of Stanford elites with only war and f*ckery on their minds! I’m honored to be one of them, and now, raising both hands, is the leader of SSD, the one who brings together these Stanford maggots—Charles Salomon!"
Charles turned around to a chorus of cheers from the crowd.
"The other group is a bunch of old guys, they are all graduate students, with nothing but playing with the constitution and litigation in their brains! The white-shoe society from Stanford Law School! It seems these new friends don’t know me well enough, coming to my Party and still wearing clothes." Tommy joked, then pointed to one of them and introduced:
"That guy with black hair, looking like the illegitimate son of Italian movie star Dana Andrews, is the president of the white-shoe society, my fellow Italian countryman! Matt Brolin!"
Law school’s white-shoe society president Matt gave Tommy the middle finger, then with a smile, waved to the crowd and shook hands with Charles.
"Stanford University educating two hypocrites shaking hands and greeting each other makes me sad. I swear that once the party starts, you will forget the word ’friendship’ and will only want to beat each other!" Tommy held the microphone, looking down at the crowd:
"Let me explain the gameplay for tonight. The party is divided into four stages, each of the first three stages lasts two hours. The theme of the first stage: the necessity of young men learning popular dance moves. The theme of the second stage: a discussion group on the principles of male charm release. The theme of the third stage: an experimental validation about the belligerent nature of human beings."
"What’s the fourth stage?" A member of the white-shoe society waited a while, realizing Tommy hadn’t mentioned the fourth stage, and curiously asked.
Tommy shrugged, "This gentleman tells us what happens when you don’t pay attention! I said in the first sentence that this is the F*ckingParty hosted by Tommy Hawk, so what else could the theme of the fourth stage be besides F******? Mr. Tommy will deduct your party grade points, kid. You need to buckle down and catch up before the fourth stage starts, or with poor grades, be careful you might be encouraged to drop out of the party."
The group burst into laughter upon hearing Tommy’s explanation.
"Then why the hell is the first stage called ’the necessity of young men learning popular dance steps’?" Ted, wearing a cowboy hat, asked discontentedly, "Talk like a human being, Tommy!"
"You’ll understand soon enough, you idiot Ted!" Tommy snapped his fingers. The laser disco ball in the hall immediately started to flash, and the sound system kicked in with a popular disco dance track. Meanwhile, over a dozen women dressed in ordinary outfits, looking like the girl next door yet with pretty enough faces, entered one by one, turning the hall into a dance floor, moving lightly to the music, while occasionally encouraging the still bewildered Stanford students with an enticing glance, signaling them to come forward and dance with them.
Only then did the guys understand what Tommy had been talking about, if they couldn’t dance, they’d have no chance to chat up these girls. Moreover, there were only about a dozen girls compared to the combined twenty-six or seven members of the two fraternities, suggesting that ten guys would be without dance partners, left to drink alone.
The quicker responders amongst the men swiftly took to the floor and found partners they fancied, twisting to the music. The mansion’s main hall was transformed into a dance space filled with flashing lights and pulsating rhythms.
Tommy threw his hat down towards the hall and walked towards the staircase. From a dimly lit corner nearby, Sophia stepped forward, "You had me introduce Matt to you, but you didn’t say you’d throw a mixer party, and it seems...like one of those parties that...doesn’t exactly respect women."
"What else? Should Matt and I have sat down face-to-face, and talked as tediously and as boringly as adults like I did with Delia?" Tommy glanced at Sophia: 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Don’t joke, Sophia, Matt surely wouldn’t have wanted that kind of meeting. They are young students without family worries, no confusion about the future, and they don’t care about financial pressures. What they want is some fun amidst boring studies: alcohol, music, girls - what’s more important than these?"
"But you’re actually not interested in these things, right? You could have just..." Sophia said assertively from the side.
"Not interested? I don’t know how much I envy them. How much I wish I could forget how mature, smart, and rational I am. How much I wish I could be carefree like these happy lads, with eyes only for the girl in front of them, and their minds only focused on sweet-talking her into spending a wonderful night together. That atmosphere is enthralling." Tommy looked down at the dancing men and women below with a look of envy:
