America 1982-Chapter 80 - 3: Party
The windows of the common living room on the first floor of Hope Apartment had been sealed off with black plastic bags by Jason and two freshmen, making it easier for the simply decorated lights to create a dreamy ambiance. The rented sound system was now blasting energetic disco music, and forty-something men and women were swaying to the tunes, occasionally engaging in hushed conversations. Although Jason had initially focused on inviting girls, in the end, nearly half of the students who came were guys.
However, the attendance of around twenty girls had Jason incredibly excited because within just a few minutes, several girls had already complimented him on hosting a cool event, saying it was more attractive than the welcome party thrown by their department.
To prevent getting busted by the campus police and apartment managers, all the beer was stored in large plastic containers marked as free juice, each fitted with a self-service valve.
Jason was now standing on a table, his left hand holding a drink, and his right hand gripping a microphone, enthusiastically delivering a welcome speech, with the partygoers showing their appreciation by cheering and screaming from time to time.
"Tommy Hawk? Hi, Julie Dress," a girl with brown hair, honey-colored skin, and a rather mature makeup look for her age, wearing a tank top and denim shorts, walked up to Tommy, who was sitting in the corner on a sofa drinking, and took the initiative to say hello.
Tommy raised his beer: "Hello, gorgeous."
"Jason just introduced that you and he cooked up this party?" The girl’s face lit up with a beautiful pair of dimples as she smiled, making her look even cuter.
"Yeah, these past few days have been a bit boring for the freshmen, and the fraternity recruiting starts on Friday, so we decided to find some fun for everyone ahead of time," Tommy said with a smile to the girl and then moved a bit to the side to make space for her to sit.
The girl sat next to Tommy, sipping beer in small gulps: "I’ve seen you on TV, Nickelodeon, right? I really enjoy that show called ’Reverse Caribbean.’ It’s as captivating as this party."
"Thank you, a lot of people say that," Tommy replied candidly, without any false modesty.
"Sitting this close, wouldn’t it be a bit too intimate? I don’t want your girlfriend to come over and splash me with juice," Julie inquired deliberately, looking quite interested in Tommy at the moment.
Tommy Hawk downed his beer in one go and looked at Julie: "You know what? If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t need to throw a party to have fun. So if you want, you can sit close to me anytime."
The girl shrugged and made an exaggerated surprised expression: "Looks like I should be wary of you then. If a guy as good-looking as you says he doesn’t have a girlfriend, it’s either because he’s a notorious ladies’ man, or he has some kind of hidden health issue, right?" she said with a laugh.
"Tommy! I’ve spotted you! My dear roommate and partner! While I’m maintaining order at the party as a host, you’ve already started whispering sweet nothings to a girl! I’ve got to punish you! Tommy! Get up here! Drink this one down!" Roommate Jason White, who was giving a speech while scanning the crowd for beauties to approach and exchange contact information with, became irritated when he saw Tommy already sitting with a honey-colored hottie before he had a chance to chat up the beauties. Holding up a large cup of beer, he shouted at Tommy, "Come on! Say something to everybody! Everyone, welcome the other host of tonight’s party, Tommy Hawk!"
Applause broke out all over the room, and all eyes turned to Tommy Hawk. Tommy, unconcerned, whispered into the ear of the dimpled girl named Julie, "We can discuss the concerns you’re worried about later if you like, but right now, please allow me to go greet the guests."
Then Tommy stood up, walked to the center of the living room, leaped onto the table, took the beer handed to him by Jason, and addressed all the guests:
"I’m so glad you all came to mine and Jason’s little party tonight. Everyone is the same here—no professors, no upperclassmen, just us newcomers to college. So grab a beer, find a friend, and the only theme for tonight is to have fun! Cheers to finally becoming adults!"
Tommy lifted his beer and guzzled it down, the crowd responding loudly with their drinks in hand.
Then the music was turned up to the max, and Tommy jumped down from the table. Jason came over, put his arm around Tommy’s shoulder: "Boss, I’m giving you half an hour to take a girl back to the dorm. I can tell that chick is really into you. Half an hour, and then you keep an eye on the scene for me, and it’ll be my turn to chat up the girls. If you’re too tense, you might need some assistance. There’s a medicine box in the second drawer of my desk labeled ’Dignity and Honor,’ stolen from my old man. Just take one pill, and you’ll be set."
A critical aspect of throwing a party is to always have one of the hosts present, and crucially, they must stay sober to keep an eye on the order of the event, to prevent any emergencies. Since this small party was hosted by Jason and Tommy, they were naturally the hosts. If any guy got drunk, they would have to figure out a way to get him out; they also had the responsibility to protect the girls from harassment. Of course, consensual flirting was not considered harassment.
"Your old man is now losing dignity in front of your mom, Jason, you..." Tommy was laughing and about to respond to Jason when the living room door was pushed open, and six or seven guys and girls wearing T-shirts marked with SSD and BDP walked in.
Jason’s face showed a look of surprise, and he unconsciously recited the details of this fraternity: "SSD, the third largest national fraternity on campus, official colors green and white, the flower is the white carnation, they have an internal magazine called ’Agenda,’ and they own a 26,000-square-foot fraternity house on Stanford’s Greek Row. My cousin once wanted to join, but he never got invited... Whoa, with these three BDP hotties coming in, the other girls in the room suddenly seem so bland."
The newcomers knew how to attract attention. First, the men entered, then gentlemantly stepped aside, allowing three blonde bombshells in loose coats to sashay in as if they were on a catwalk. Although their figures were hidden, their exquisite faces instantly drew the attention of everyone in the living room.
"Martin, ask the sisters from BDP to teach these kids how to have fun," a cap-wearing guy who was clearly the leader, laughed heartily as he gave the order.
"Ladies, please help these miserable freshmen," Martin gestured to the three bombshells and then blew a sharp whistle.
The three women hopped onto the table with neat movements, shaking their heads full of blonde hair in sync, and broke into a hot dance. After a move that flaunted their chests, they all yanked off their coats, revealing sexy, tight-fitting crop tops that showed off their bellybuttons, flexible waists, and seductive curves, eliciting gasps from all the men present!
"Eric Bell, SSD’s recruitment chair—you must be Tommy and Jason." While everyone’s attention was fixed on the dance on stage, the man in the cap approached Tommy and Jason, smiling as he introduced himself.
He flung the two Freshmen Mixer Handbooks onto a nearby table and scanned the room, speaking in an even tone, "Would you rather have a quiet chat with me while my girls liven up your party, or should I take them away and notify the campus police that you’re holding an illicit drinking gathering here in the dorms?"
"It’s clear everyone likes the girls you brought; I think it would be best not to dampen their spirits," Tommy patted Jason’s shoulder. "You stay and try to make an impression on these three bombshells. Getting their contacts would be best, especially the one on the far left with the abs and D-cup. She’s my type."
Tommy took Eric Bell back to his dorm, grabbed a beer from the fridge for him, then popped open one for himself, took a sip, and leaned against the window to light a cigarette, saying, "We were surprised to have the esteemed SSD visit our humble party."
Eric took a sip of his beer and asked with a smile, "You’ve surprised us as well. Those stunts listed in the handbook, including the bra-unclasping contest, are SSD’s brainchild and still in planning. Who leaked it to you?"
"I made up those stunts off the top of my head, and there’s nothing specific in the handbook—not even the Fraternity names are real," Tommy frowned slightly, surprised that the man had come calling over some stunts he just invented.
These were all party gags he had played out in his past life at various college parties. The one-handed bra-unclasping contest is just as straightforward as it sounds: Two contestants down ten shots of vodka and then use one hand to deftly unclasp the bras worn by a line of ten girls, each with a different style.
"I noticed, you’re smart to avoid the Fraternity’s legal advisor holding you accountable for slander with the handbook," Eric remarked calmly. "But I don’t believe a high schooler would know so many tricks unless you can prove to me that you’ve got plenty of experience. If you can’t, then tell me the truth. A Fraternity leak is serious; we won’t hold you to blame, but we must out the one who’s broken his oath sworn before his brothers, vowing to keep it for life. Now he’s breached it and doesn’t deserve to be our brother anymore."
"How am I supposed to prove it?" Tommy looked bewildered at Eric. "I don’t know any Fraternity members; I only came to California three days ago."
Leaning against the door, Eric tapped lightly on the inside, then the door swung open from the outside. Three SSD guys walked in, lining up in front of him, and removed their green T-shirts bearing the Fraternity logo and names, revealing the women’s bras underneath.
Tommy Hawk nearly spat out the beer he was drinking!
"Ten seconds to unclasp the bras they’re wearing, with one hand. Since you came up with the stunt, you must have tried it yourself," Eric tilted his head towards Tommy.
Tommy looked at the three burly, hairy men, then at Eric, and as he approached Eric, he asked, "I don’t think it’s likely, but can I prove myself on those three blondes instead? I’m not gay; I can’t bring myself to do it to guys."
"You better—" Before Eric could finish, Tommy had already walked up to him, and the bras of the three men he had just passed were undone, revealing a wealth of chest hair.
Tommy stood calmly in front of Eric, lifted his beer for a sip, and asked, "Better what?"
"You better teach me that trick," Eric recovered from his shock and addressed Tommy, "I conceived this stunt and tried for three weeks with my girlfriend, and couldn’t do it as smoothly as you. So how the hell many bras have you unclasped?"
