Hollywood Road

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It was quiet in the huge bar, and the sound of Irish whistle suddenly floated melodiously, accompanied by low female vocals. This song was once popular all over the world. It is not difficult for people in the bar to distinguish its origin, but this It's an underground striptease bar. This kind of music is too undesirable, isn't it?

Seth Logan, who had given the tip, returned to the second floor. Many guests suddenly looked up and looked over from the dance floor. They just happened to see the large deck on the second floor leaning against the railing, and a fat man was standing there.

The fat man closed his eyes and stretched his arms horizontally, as if flying in the wind, but also as if waiting for something.

A very handsome young man appeared behind him. He was handsome and handsome, with a smug smile on his face, and he looked very charming.

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

"Hurry up!" Murphy shouted at the railing, "James, what are you waiting for!"

James Franco took a step forward, clinging to Jonah Hill’s back, holding the thick tank-like waist with both hands, and taking advantage of his height, his head was peeked from Jonah Hill’s right shoulder. Out.

He stared at Jonah Hill's profile.

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

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

Exciting alcohol, Murphy and Seth Rogen’s runs, and the applause in the bar all gave the courageous James Franco courage. He said loudly, "Do you believe me, Ruth ."

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

"Stand up," James Franco grabbed his fat waist and pushed forward. "Close your eyes so you are not allowed to peek."

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

James Franco pressed close behind him, "Do you believe me?"

As he said, he grabbed Jonah Hill's two arms, and they both made a movement to fly into the wind at the same time.

"I believe you!" Jonah Hill shouted.

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, and he said loudly, "Let's fly together, Ruth!"

Their heads are getting closer, their eyes are getting closer, and their lips are getting closer.

The laughter and screams in the bar continued, and the atmosphere reached the culmination of tonight.

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

Both of them made retching noises at the same time.

"Your mouth is too stinky!" James Franco pointed a finger at Jonah Hill, who was shaking his hand. "You have bad breath."

Those who were waiting for a good show, saw the two people at the critical moment, and there was another uproar.

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count!" Seth Logan exclaimed dissatisfiedly, "You haven't kissed yet!"

Jonah Hill's retching was not only due to the smell of wine in James Franco's mouth, turned his head, raised a middle finger, "Fuck you, Seth!"

James Franco came back and sat down next to Seth Logan. He picked up the glass and poured the beer into his stomach. This made him feel better. "Seth, if you want to kiss Jonah, you can Go, I can't stand his fat face."

"What's wrong with me?"

Regardless of the noise in the bar, Jonah Hill also walked back, dissatisfied with what James Franco said just now, "I'm much better than you, a guy who looks serious but is actually shameless and indecent!"

James Franco, Jonah Hill, plus Seth Rogen, the swear words and nasty jokes in his mouth kept spitting out, like mad dogs sarcasm each other.

The four people stayed in the bar until it was close to one o'clock in the morning and drank countless beers. When they went out, except for Murphy, who drank relatively little, they were still awake. The other three people walked up and swayed.

Drinking like this, driving would definitely not work. Walking outside the bar, Murphy called a taxi, and the four people leaned in front of his black Ford, waiting for the taxi to come, and continued to chat.

"Where do you live?" Murphy asked Jonah Hill, who would send them back separately later.

Jonah Hill walked crookedly towards this side, sat on the curbstone, and hiccuped, "I...I...I live in West Hollywood and share a lease with someone."

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

Seth Rogen walked over and sat next to him, 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 a few people is actually not good. Murphy has some money but is facing investment pressure. James Franco is a little famous, but the 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 want to get ahead in this circle.

Perhaps it was due to drinking too much, or perhaps because of his personality. James Franco, who is very casual in doing things, suddenly clapped his palms hard, and after attracting the attention of the three Murphys, he said loudly, "I..."

"Hey..." He hiccuped, "I have a suggestion. I think the four of us are very close to each other. We should establish an alliance and 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 drank too much, they were thinking about it, and their eyes turned to Murphy's body unconsciously.

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

Leaning against the door of the driver’s seat, Murphy had seen James Franco, Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill one by one, and now they are all similar to a certain extent. They are young with hard work and thinking. Relatively simple, full of longing for the future...

Murphy straightened up, walked in front of Seth Logan and Jonah Hill, stretched out a hand with the back of the hand facing up. Because of a little alcoholic drink, the head rotation speed was obviously slower, and he couldn't think of suitable words for a while. , Utterly nonsense, "Gather together and join in each other!"

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

"Leave a gang and join hands with each other!"