Hollywood Road

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The huge bar was quiet, and the sound of the Irish whistle suddenly wafted melodiously, accompanied by a deep female voice singing. This song was once popular all over the world, and the people in the bar could easily tell its origin, but It's an underground strip club, so it's too inappropriate for this kind of music to appear, right?

After giving the tip, Seth Rogen returned to the second floor. Many guests suddenly looked up. Looking from the dance floor, they could just see a fat man standing on the side of the railing on the second floor.

The fat man closed his eyes and stretched his arms horizontally, as if he was flying against the wind, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

A very handsome young man appeared in the back. He was handsome and handsome, with a naughty smile on his face, looking extremely charming.

The voice of the Irish whistle gradually rose, and the deep female singing became high-pitched.

"Hurry up!" Murphy yelled towards the railing, "James, what are you waiting for!"

James Franco took a step forward, sticking tightly to Jonah Hill's back, holding his thick waist like a water tank with both hands, taking advantage of his height, poking his head over Jonah Hill's right shoulder out.

He stared at Jonah Hill's profile.

"Oh! Wow..." There was a booing in the bar.

Most people looked at the affectionate couple on the second floor, wondering what they were going to do next.

The high alcohol, the run of Murphy and Seth Rogen, and the applause in the bar all gave courage to the timid James Franco. He said loudly, "Do you believe me, Ruth? .”

Jonah Hill turned his head and looked at him affectionately, "I believe in you, Jack."

"Stand up," James Franco grabbed his fat waist and pushed forward, "Close your eyes and don't peek."

Stretching out his feet, Jonah Hill stood on the railing, probably because he was too heavy, and the welded metal railing seemed to be shaking.

James Franco clung to him. "Do you believe me?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Jonah Hill's two arms, and the two of them made a movement of flying against the wind at the same time.

"I believe in you!" Jonah Hill yelled.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at James Franco, "I'm flying, Jack!"

James Franco was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other affectionately. He said loudly, "Let's fly together, Ruth!"

The heads of the two are getting closer, the eyes are getting closer, and the lips are getting closer.

There was constant laughter and screams in the bar, and the atmosphere reached its peak tonight.

Just when the faces of James Franco and Jonah Hill were only an inch apart to the melodious accompaniment of the Irish whistle, the two faces suddenly separated. James Franco took a step back and turned to face each other. Looking left, Jonah Hill jumped off the railing and turned his head to the right.

Both of them retched at the same time.

"Your mouth stinks!" James Franco pointed at Jonah Hill with one hand, and Jonah Hill shook his hand. "You have bad breath."

Those who were waiting to see the good show, saw that the two men were cowardly at the critical moment, and they booed again.

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count!" Seth Rogen shouted dissatisfiedly, "You haven't kissed yet!"

Jonah Hill's retching was not only due to the smell of alcohol in James Franco's mouth, he turned his head and raised a middle finger, "Go to hell, Seth!"

James Franco walked back, sat down next to Seth Rogen, picked up the wine glass and poured the beer into his stomach, and then felt better, "Seth, if you want to kiss Jonah, you can Go, I can't stand his fat face."

"What's wrong with me being fat?"

Regardless of the booing in the bar,

Jonah Hill also walked back, quite dissatisfied with James Franco's words just now, "I'm much better than you, a serious-looking guy who is actually shameless!"

James Franco, Jonah Hill, and Seth Rogen kept spitting out swear words and dirty jokes, taunting each other like mad dogs.

The four of them stayed in the bar until almost one o'clock in the morning, and drank countless beers. When they went out, except for Murphy who drank relatively little and was still awake, the other three were already staggering when they walked.

After drinking like this, he definitely can't drive. Walking outside the bar, Murphy called a taxi, and the four of them leaned against his black Ford, waiting for the taxi to come, and continued chatting.

"Where do you live?" Murphy asked Jonah Hill, and we'll send them back separately later.

Jonah Hill walked a few crooked steps towards this side, sat on the curb, and hiccupped, "I...I...I live in West Hollywood and share a room with someone."

He pointed to his chest, "I share the room with the other two actors, and I sleep on the sofa."

Seth Rogen walked over and sat next to him, and patted Jonah Hill on the shoulder heavily, "I also sleep on the sofa, but it's the sofa in James' small apartment."

The financial situation of several people is actually not good. Murphy has some money but is facing investment pressure. James Franco is a little famous, but actors at this stage are far from as good as they seem, and the expenses are often very large.

They are all struggling in Hollywood and trying to get ahead in this circle.

Maybe it was because of drinking too much, or maybe it was because of his personality. James Franco, who was very casual in his actions, suddenly clapped his hands vigorously. After attracting the attention of the three of Murphy, he said loudly, "I..."

"Hey..." He hiccupped, "I have a proposal. I think the four of us hit it off very well. We should establish an alliance so that we can help each other when we need it."

He is the oldest of the four, but he is not very reliable.

Although Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill were drinking too much, they were still thinking about it, and their eyes turned to Murphy unconsciously.

Compared with James Franco, they think that Murphy is more stable, more reliable in doing things, and more suitable to be the backbone.

Leaning against the driver's door, Murphy saw James Franco, Seth Rogen, and Jonah Hill one by one. Now the four of them are similar to a certain extent, young, hardworking, and thoughtful. Relatively simple, full of longing for the future...

Murphy straightened up, walked in front of Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill, stretched out a hand with the back of the hand facing up, and because he drank a little too much, his head turned significantly slower, and he couldn't think of a suitable word for a while , simply said nonsense, "Bring up gangs and cheer each other up!"

James Franco walked over first and put his hand on the back of Murphy's hand, and then Jonah Hill and Seth Rogen stood up and put their hands on it.

"Create gangs and support each other!"

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