It was a peaceful night, and moonlight shone through the window, glancing off chandeliers throughout Gatsby's great mansion and falling on the two lovers who were slow dancing to mellow piano music across the marble floor. While all this was going on, however, I - Nick Carraway - was casually sitting off to the side, third wheeling it like I usually did when I was around these two. But hey, I guess that's what you have to do when you're the narrator and aren't allowed to get directly involved. I continued to casually suffer for awhile until Daisy began to speak, and I perked up my ears to listen.

"You're so wealthy, Jay. It's one of the reasons I love you so much. Maybe even the only reason. But may I ask, how did you get all this money?"

Sweat began to roll down Gatsby's forehead, "Oh, well, you know… uh… I'm an Oxford man! Yeah!"

Daisy wrinkled her nose. "Just because you're an Oxford man doesn't automatically make you rich."

Gatsby began to think, "I'm a very successful businessman?"

"I don't think so."

"Inherited it?"

"Doubtful."

"Won the lottery?"

"Improbable."

"Counterfeit money?"

Daisy stepped back from him, and the music stopped playing (because suspense guys amirite). "Jay, please! Just tell me the truth!"

Gatsby sighed, looking down at his feet, and then back at her. "Alright, but it won't be easy." He ran a hand through his hair. "I… I'm a drug dealer."

Suddenly, a storm began to roll in OUTTA NOWHERE and thunder rumbled in the distance, as lightning illuminated the room in bright flashes of light, since dramatic weather = dramatic and symbolic scene (I hope this gets you an A on your English test).

Daisy's eyes widened. "Jay… I… I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he responded, "I know how shocking this must be for you, and- and if you want to leave, I understand perfectly."

"No, Jay," she replied, stepping closer, "Ever since I met you, I knew there was something different about you. All those other guys never understood the thrill of snorting Smarties and smoking raisins, but now that I've truly gotten to know you, it seems like we were brought together by destiny."

"So… You'll stay with me?" a flustered Gatsby queried.

"Through thick and thin," she smiled.

"Daisy," Gatsby said as he got down on one knee and held up a joint, "Will you 420 blaze it with me?"

Daisy began to cry tears of joy, "Oh, Jay! I'd love to!"

And so, from that day forth, Daisy and Jay Gatsby became the leaders of the #1 drug ring in the entirety of the United States under the names Flower Girl and Ring Bearer. They also got bonus points for having the cutest names. This dynamic duo continued their escapades for another year or so, until they were finally captured and gunned down by the police in a shoot out at their headquarters. You see, what they were unaware of was that I was an undercover agent tasked with finding information about this organization, and that they had simply played right into my hands. By providing this valuable information and leading the search to find them, I can say for certain that Gatsby was not the only well-to-do person on our end of West Egg.