Chapter 87

After twelve o'clock, there was still one more chapter, hmm... that's how it is. ●⌒

Sitting in the partition on the second floor, Murphy and Jonah Hill clinked glasses, downing a large glass of beer, listening to the music, and turning to look down. This place was open, allowing a clear view of the dance floor on the first floor. In the center of the dance floor, four topless, sensually different-skinned women were dancing around several poles, performing a fiery dance.

"Cheers!"

James Franco raised his glass, and Murphy and the others also raised their glasses, another large glass of beer going down their throats.

In less than half an hour since entering the club, the four of them had already finished several dozen beers. The alcohol, combined with the atmosphere, was the best way to bridge the gap between people. A few crude words and dirty jokes, and even the somewhat unfamiliar Jonah Hill became more acquainted with Murphy, occasionally making some large-scale jokes.

They were of similar age, at the bottom of the same circle, all striving hard to move forward. These shared traits, while not making them feel a deep mutual respect, did bring the four of them closer together.

Murphy was steady, James Franco was eccentric, Seth Rogen was off-the-wall, and Jonah Hill was lively and vulgar...

"Seth told me personally..."

Putting down his glass, Jonah Hill, with slurred speech, made up a story, "In his hometown in Canada, there was a pig that refused to breed. To convince it, he slept with the pig on the farm for a week."

At this point, he patted his thigh and laughed first, "And it was a male pig!"

"To your male pig!" Murphy was also a bit tipsy. Since they came here to relax, he had long thrown off his inhibitions. He took a bottle of alcohol, filled the four glasses, his rugged face already flushed red. Raising his glass, he loudly said to Seth Rogen, "To the male pig you did, cheers!"

James Franco echoed, "To the male pig, cheers!"

Seth Rogen drank all the alcohol in his glass in one go, slammed the glass on the table, and pointed at Murphy, James Franco, and Jonah Hill one by one, shouting, "You bastards, are you all bullying me for being honest? Let me tell you..."

He burped, patting his chest, "I... Seth Rogen, not only a male pig, there's nothing I haven't done!"

"Bullshit!" Jonah Hill looked disdainful, and James Franco pursed his lips, "Did you really do a male pig?"

Murphy slapped the table and laughed loudly, Seth Rogen raised his chin, looking like someone who had done everything.

"Good! Good!" Murphy, with a questioning look, turned his head, drunk, and pointed to a dancer in the dance floor, "Seth, if you kiss her foot, I believe you've done everything!"

Jonah Hill and James Franco joined in, "Right! Right! Seth, show us the courage to do a male pig!"

Seth Rogen didn't say anything, but stood up, took a bottle of beer, and drank the remaining contents directly from the bottle, tilting his neck, "Is there anything Seth Rogen is afraid to do?"

He looked at Murphy, "If I do it?"

"I..." Murphy shook his head, dizzy from the alcohol, "I believe you not only did a male pig, but also cows and sheep!"

Then, he turned his head and looked at James Franco, "If you dare to kiss the dancer's foot, Jim will dare to French kiss Jonah!"

The four of them were already quite drunk. James Franco and Jonah Hill not only didn't object but also slapped the table and shouted, "That's right, that's how it is."

Seth Rogen didn't think twice, jumped out of the partition, ran downstairs, found the dancer Murphy pointed to, took out a few bills and stuffed them into her underwear, then leaned in and said a few words. The dancer cooperatively extended her foot, and Seth Rogen bent down and really kissed it.

"Wow..."

James Franco and Jonah Hill clapped hard, and Murphy cheered loudly. A chorus of cheers rose from downstairs.

Amidst the laughter, Seth Rogen returned like a hero, head held high.

"Has that woman's foot not been washed for a week?" He sat down, picked up his glass to rinse his mouth, and spat a large mouthful of beer into the trash can, complaining, "I'm almost suffocated by the stench! It's too smelly..."

At this point, he turned his head to look at James Franco and Jonah Hill.

The two of them seemed not to have seen Seth Rogen return. Jonah Hill picked up an empty bottle, turned it upside down, and pointed the mouth at James Franco, asking in an interview-like tone, "Mr. James Franco, the Oscar-winning Best Actor, how did you start on this artistic path?"

"That was a very, very romantic experience..."

James Franco squinted his eyes, seemingly lost in the lies he was making up, "Because my mother is a writer, and she and my father met at an art school. They are both painters, so art has always been a part of my life. I think these things have always been in my consciousness, even before I actually pursued them. One reason I didn't pursue them before the age of 14 might have been fear, fear of being too outstanding, too dazzling... until a few years ago when I watched 'Titanic.' Why could a man less handsome than me become a global sensation? I would definitely do better than him."

Murphy pointed at James Franco with one finger, the other hand on the table, laughing so hard his back was bent.

"All lies!" Seth Rogen viciously exposed, "A few days ago, you told me you entered this circle because being a star is glamorous, you earn a lot of money, and attract many girls' admiration."

He emphasized, "Especially underage girls!"

"Oh..." Jonah Hill pointed at James Franco, "So you really have a thing for Lily!"

Drunk to this extent, James Franco didn't deny it, "Lily is just for looking."

Murphy leaned in a bit closer, one hand covering his mouth, pretending to be very secretive, but speaking in a voice that Jonah Hill and Seth Rogen could hear, "How many girls under sixteen have you been with?"

"Speak up!" Jonah Hill flipped the bottle over, using the bottom to point at James Franco, "If you don't confess, I'll smash your head into your ass!"

Seth Rogen also glared viciously at James Franco.

"That..." James Franco slowly extended three fingers, defending, "They were all willing."

Murphy and the others laughed, raising their glasses again, "To James!"

Putting down his glass, Seth Rogen, whose attention had been diverted, suddenly remembered and shouted at James Franco and Jonah Hill, "You two shameless bastards, where's your French kiss?"

Murphy also joined in, "Seth, make them French kiss in a special way!"

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