YM778.TV Chapter 13: Party.
There were adorable little children and old grandmas walking around the park.
"Yo! Jack!" A voice sounded from behind.
Jack looked back and saw It was a boy from his class.
"What are you doing here?" the boy asked.
"Well, nothing; just walking around; what about you?" Jack doesn\'t remember the name of this boy.
"My name is Ronald. You can call me Ron." Ron extended his hand to handshake with Jack.
Jack took the hand and shook it. Ron pointed at a location and then said, "That place sells nice pizzas; wanna grab some?"
" Neh! I am fine. You want to say something?" Jack was not interested in a pizza so early in the morning.
"Yes, well, let\'s sit here." Ron didn\'t feel bothered, but his only desire was to talk to Jack.
After they sat down on the park bench, Ron looked left and right and then whispered, "Do you sell cocaine?"
Jack was amazed. What the fuck? Who sells cocaine?
"No, I am not that kind of person," Jack denied the false accusations.
" Then? How did your life suddenly become so luxurious? Look at you, from rags to riches over night," it seems Ron was a keen observer.
"Well, I\'ve had luck with a dropshipping business," Jack said, as a matter of fact.
" Oh! Then, my bad, I thought I could buy some drugs from you. We\'re having a party; do you want in?" Ron changed the subject instantly.
"Well, no, are you throwing a party?" Jack inquired, eager to find out who organizes such parties.
"No, it\'s my friends from LMU who are the organizers of this party. It has an entry fee too and is at the Harry Klein Club, so it\'s kind of an exclusive party. I am inviting you." Ron was very proud. (LMU, another top university in Munich called - Ludwig Maximilian University)
" Oh? Entry fee? How much?" Jack now seemed interested. If the party has an entry fee, then it must be a gathering of strangers.
"Yes, the entry fee is around 200€; I know it\'s very expensive, but Marshmallow is playing, so it\'s worth it." Ron almost gave a slaes pitch.
" Oh! Are you selling tickets?" Jack asked, very interested in the party.
"No, I\'ve got only one ticket, and tickets are mostly sold out. I thought you\'re a drug dealer, dude; that\'s why I wanted to give you a bait." Ron was baiting Jack all along.
"Bad luck, I guess, but you can sell me your ticket; I\'ll give you 500€." Jack wanted to see this student party desperately.
"No, dude, I\'ve waited 6 months for this; I can\'t sell the ticket." Ron got up from the park bench and wanted to leave Jack behind.
"How about 1K€?" Jack very casually said.
At this point, Ron\'s leg slightly stopped. Ron looked back and ran towards Jack.
"Deal, here\'s your ticket." Ron directly took out a ticket from his money bag and gave Jack the ticket.
Jack pulled out his money bag and gave Ron two 500€ notes.
Ron was happy getting the money, and Jack was pleased getting the exclusive ticket. Jack trusted this \'Ron\' because they are of the same class, and if anything goes wrong, well, after the Ryan incident, Jack was a little popular for beating up people.
After the trading was done, Jack was sitting alone in the park, and Ron left. Jack looked at the date of the ticket. It was today at night.
Location was close to his new home, so Jack decided to spend the night after the party in his new house. The internet provider and computer delivery will be in the morning, so it\'s all good.
Jack was actually a little scared of his neighbors, that old fool, and the almost naked women.
Jack, after spending some more time on the park walking, took a cab to the hotel.
Eating lunch and studying hard for the first semester, Jack took a bath and looked at the watch. It was already evening.
"I should get ready." Jack was eager to see this party. He put on his black leather jacket, a limited edition Air Jordan sneakers with a white t-shirt and black jeans, and of course his rose gold watch.
Upon checking his money bag and discovering approximately 3K€ + Euros along with the ticket, Jack smiled and pondered, "I wish I had a car."
Getting out of the hotel, Jack took a cab. It was 8 p.m, in the evening. It\'s usually late for Jack in the night, but not today.
He was the first time going to a party; he also took his German ID so that even if he drinks, no one says anything.
Entering the cab, Jack heard music. It was not English, not German.
"Which language is this?"" Jack asked the cab driver, who was seated in the driver\'s seat.
"It\'s Arabic. Why like it? Or should I turn it off?" The driver smiled and spoke.
"It\'s good," Jack said. It was enjoyable to listen to music while traveling.
After reaching the club, Jack paid the cab and saw a huge line of people on the sidewalk; everyone was dressed up for party and around 18–25 years old.
Jack looked at the club they were going to; it\'s the same club he wanted to enter.
Jack took his place in the line, and as he stood there, more people began lining up behind him. There were a lot of people there; Jack had never seen this many people in one place.
Line moved slowly; by the time it was Jack\'s turn, it was already 8.45 p.m.
"TICKET," a huge black person who was the bouncer, asked for a ticket or more like shouted in Jack\'s face.
Jack was immediately enraged, but after giving him a disgusted look, he showed the ticket.
Enter," the bouncer said to Jack, then scraped the ticket.
It seems it was a one-time entry ticket. Jack didn\'t bother. If he likes, he\'ll stay; if he doesn\'t, he will of course leave.
Entering the club, the first thing Jack noticed was how shiny the place with colorful light was.
Everyone was kind of dancing, and lots and lots of people; there was a techy feeling in that club; there was a huge bar on the side.
Jack decided to check the bar. For the first time in his life, Jack wanted to drink some alcohol. He doesn\'t know what to order or how to order; he just has money.
Jack was now walking between many people; many wanted him to dance with them. Jack simply smiled and nodded his head in rhythm with the song, then proceeded to walk past them.
As he approached the bar, there were many stools. Jack just sat there to look at people dancing. The whole club was full of young people, so Jack felt excellent and got excited to watch them dancing.
Well, Jack can\'t dance, so he can just watch them dance. The music was also very good. Jack initially thought the music would be bad, but in this club, it felt refreshing.
" Sir, What can I get you?" A person behind the counter questioned Jack as he sat on the bar stool.
Jack was actually not facing the counter; he was facing the dance floor, and his back was at the counter.
" Oh! Hi, what\'s the most expensive thing you have? Give me two of them."
" Eh? Sir, I specialize in cocktails; if you would like, I can make you one with Macallan 18 whiskey." The bartender was taken aback by such a manner of order.
"Alright, make it sweet though." Jack, who never ordered an alcohol, has heard that it usually tastes bitter.
"Alright, sir," the bartender happily went to make the drinks.
Jack was observing a pretty girl who was dancing on the floor, surrounded by other girls. She\'s maybe 22–25 years old. What was unique about her was that she was cosplaying as a police officer.
She was not only an exceptional dancer but also a fantastic cosplayer. Jack was simply observing her performance; she was a wild dancer, and with her hair untied, she was a free spirit.
"Sir, here\'s your drink." The bartender returned with a colorful drink that had lots of fruits in it.
Jack, gazing at the fruity drink, thought it would definitely be enjoyable with so many sweet fruits present.
He gulped the drink and started to chew the fruit. \'It tastes nice,\' Jack, looking at the dancing police girl, thought.
" Sir, Here\'s your second drink; I must warn you, it\'s made with Macallan 18, Beluga, and Monkey 47," the bartender warned Jack.
"Yeah, yeah. Make me 3 more; it\'s good. You\'re good, man. Keep the change." Jack thought the bartender was worried about money, so Jack just slammed the table with 4×500 € notes.
The bartender rolled his eyes and took the money. Since a glass of cocktail costs 350€, Jack\'s total spending was 1750€, and he tipped the bartender 250€. The bartender thought to himself, "This boy was a regular."
"Hey, give me a whiskey, please."
Jack, who just gulped down his fourth glass, heard a familiar voice beside him.