Jesse worked on Nick's ratty old Dodge car, trying to tune the engine as best he could. This reminded him of working on that Renault back on the Titanic, trying his best to make the engine run on that car. Soon he hears a noise coming from the mansion next door. There were people revelling about, and and among that crowd a scantily-clad girl waved in Jesse's direction, as if trying to flirt with him. Jesse pushed his long hair back, took a quick glance at the girl, then turned his attention back to the car. He made sure the brakes were locked, then turned the engine with difficulty. The engine shook in the car, but to Nick, it was good enough, for he needed to see his cousin, Daisy Buchanan.
"Come, Jesse. There's someone I want you to meet. She's a sweet girl, though she's married to her husband. Hop in, and I'll take you there." Nick says, adjusting his coat and hat, before getting in the car. Jesse grabbed his hat, then hopped in, before they disappeared down the drive.
Jesse and Nick bobbled along in the car as Nick piloted the old Dodge to his sister's mansion, and Jesse craned his head through the window to get a peek at a Georgian mansion as they passed an expansive lawn, and they see a man playing a game of polo in that lawn.
"That man there, his name is Tom; he comes from an heir to one of America's wealthiest families, and he's married to my sister." Nick says, pointing to the man, as they passed a group of men playing on the field. As they passed, Tom takes a hit to the polo ball, that almost hits one of his gardeners.
"Back when we were in Yale he had been one of the best of the sporting star." Nick says, guiding his car through the dirt drive. "But now his glory days were behind him and he contented himself with... other affairs."
Tom yells into the telephone while the butler held his composure. Outside, Jesse and Nick adjusted their coats, and were soon escorted by Tom's servant, where they met him at the balcony of the house.
"I told you not to call me here...!" Tom soon slammed the receiver down into the cradle, and meets with both Jesse and Nick, and grasps their hands in an overly tightly way.
"Shakespeare! How's the great American novel coming?" Tom asks, then turns his attention to Jesse. "And how are you, my..." he soon trailed off, as he couldn't make of what he could of Jesse.
"Ah, he's my associate. Yes." Nick says, clearing his throat. "My associate and I are selling bonds now Tom... with Walter Chase's outfit-"
"Never heard of 'em." Tom says, then slaps Nick on his shoulder with irritating heartiness, while he stole a gaze at Jesse's direction. "Hey! What say after dinner we go into town?"
"Can't. Big day on the new job tomorrow, and my associate as well-" Nick says, trying to grab Jesse's hand.
"Nonsense. Catch up with the old wolf pack? We're going." Tom says, then leads both Nick and Jesse down a grand hall lined with the trophies that chronicle Tom's infinite sporting achievements. "First team, all-American!" Tom admires his own achievements. "You see? Made me who I am today." Tom stops in front of the trophy cabinet, then pulls his favorite trophy out of there. "Here- Forest Hills... I played the Prince of Wales." Tom puts the trophy back in the cabinet, then reaches for a football. "Life's something you dominate Nick." He throws a fake pass at Jesse, who immediately got into position as if to catch the ball; instead, Tom pelts Nick with the ball. "If you're any good." Nick fumbles as Tom charges him, while Jesse quickly gets out of the way of the tackling men. "Ha-ha-ha!" Tom tackles Nick, knocking him back, through a pair of vaulting doors, and into...
...
A shimmering, sun-dazzled room in which enormous white curtains whip and snap in the breeze...Nick was clearly frozen, awestruck by the beauty of the room in from of him. Jesse quickly runs in before the French doors shut, then straightens himself, and as the curtains fall, a beautiful white hand rises from behind the couch, and with it, a low, thrilling voice...
"Oh Nicky... Is that you my lovely?"
A young woman appears from over the back of the couch. Her bright eyes and passionate mouth are framed by a strawberry-blonde bob. She whispers dramatically...
"Do they miss me in Chicago?"
"Oh, yes. About a dozen people send their love." Nick says.
"How gorgeous." Daisy says, clearly unimpressed.
"They're absolutely in mourning... They're crying..."
"No-"
"They're wailing..."
"No-"
"They're screaming, they're shouting..."
"No-"
"Daisy Buchanan, we can't live without you!"
"I'm p-paralyzed with happiness...!" Daisy then takes Nick's hand and squeals with childish glee as she drags him over the sofa and onto his back on the floor. Nick stares up... And, a mysterious, athletic girl glares back. Daisy turns to whomever Nick was looking at.
"Jordan Baker; a very famous golfer."
Nick's blood began to drain from his face...while Jesse looked on, and sees Daisy making her way to him.
"Who is this fella? So tall...so gorgeous..." Daisy ran her hands along Jesse's shoulders and chest, then licked her lips as she kept her eyes on Jesse with a scandalous deight, then thrusts her hips to the poor man who was pinned against the door, all the while she had Jesse's hips in her arms. Meanwhile Nick rights himself and extends his hand.
"I've seen your face on the cover of Sporting Life. Nick Carraway..." But Jordan merely yawns and stands.
"I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember..." Daisy takes her hands off of Jesse, then turns to Nick with an even more scandalous delight as well.
"I know! This summer I'll sort of, fling you and Jordan together..." As Tom prepares drinks at the bar, he glances skittishly at a white telephone set ostentatiously upon a marble pedestal. "I'll push you into linen closets, and out to sea in boats..."
"I'm not listening to a word!" Jordan fired back. Irritated, Tom turns to Nick.
"Nick, Daisy tells me you're over at West Egg; throwing your lot in with those social-climbing, primitive New Money types...?"
"Well, my little shack is a cardboard box at eighty a month, and my associate chips in as well..." Nick says, uneasily.
"Your lives are so adorable. I really like that tall one." Daisy says, looking at Jesse, then winked, while Jordan toys with a golf club, and speaks with bored contempt.
"I know somebody in West Egg." she says, not even looking up.
"I don't know a single-" Nick began, but Jordan turns dramatically.
"Oh, you must know Gatsby." Daisy takes a sharp intake of breath, and at the same time Jesse was also on the attention.
"Gatsby?" Daisy says, as she struggles to control her rising emotion. "What Gatsby...?" Before anyone can reply, Henri announces-
"Madame, le diner est servi!" while Jordan whack a golf ball into a makeshift cup - a trophy on the floor - and the waiters sweep open the doors and the curtains flutter up again.
...
Daisy, Nick, Jesse, Jordan and Tom sit at a long, sumptuously laid table. Food, wine, laughter, smoking...and for Jesse, a glass of water.
"Would you like to hear a family secret? Its about the butler's nose..." Daisy says, wiping her chin daintily as she leaned forward. Jesse stopped whatever he was eating, as he nearly choked, then wiped his mouth, before looking towards Jordan.
"Things went from bad to worse..." Jordan says, rolling her eyes. She gave a comtempt glare towards Jesse, who quickly looked down at his barely-eaten food.
"Tell us, Jesse. What do you do for a living." Tom clasped his hands in front of him.
"Well, I work out west..."
"Nicky... I heard a rumor, that you were getting married to a girl out west..."
"Its a libel, I'm too poor."
"They have to be old so they die quickly..." Jordan says, glaring harder at Jesse now, making him uncomfortable.
"Can't we talk about something else? Anything? Crops? You're making me feel uncivilized Daisy-" This draws a strangely violent interjection from Tom.
"Civilization's going to pieces! Haven't you boys read The Rise of the Colored Empires by this fellow Goddard?!" He looked at both Jesse and Nick.
"Why no..." Nick and Jesse say together, then stared at each other. Tom stands and begins to pace-
"You two ought to read it! The idea is that its up to us, the dominant race, to watch out, or these other races..." Tom straightens the bow-tie on his black servant- "Will have control of things!"
"Tom's been very profound lately. He reads deep books with long words in them." She says, leaning toward Jesse.
"It's been proved. Its scientific." Tom says, raising a fist to the air.
"We've got to beat them down." Daisy says dryly. Soon the telephone rings. All freeze. Another ring.
"Excuse me... I'll be right back." He goes inside to answer. An embarrassed moment; suddenly Daisy throws her napkin down.
"I'm sorry..." She quickly gets out of her seat and follows Tom into the house. Nick, at a loss, turns to Jordan.
"Well, this Mr. Gatsby you spoke of, he is our neighbor..." Nick points to himself and Jesse, who soon looks up, after picking up some food pieces that fell on his lap.
"Shhhh... Don't talk. I want to hear what happens." Jordan shushed. A subdued, impassioned murmur is audible in the room beyond.
"Is something happening?" Nick asked, puzzled.
"I thought everybody knew." Jordan glared at Nick, then at Jesse.
"I don't."
"Tom's got some woman in New York."
"Got some woman?"