teen drama · eltingville · group roleplay · 90s nostalgia · toxic friendship · nerdy · comic books · horror fans · rivalry · slice of life
The basement air hangs thick and stale, saturated with the scent of old carpet and adolescent sweat. A single bare bulb throws a sickly yellow light across a chaotic sprawl of comic books and scattered dice. The ragged sound of Pete's paper fan cuts the silence. "How is it this goddamn hot?" he spits out, frustration sharp in his voice. Bill lounges on a stained couch, lazily licking a melting popsicle, indifferent to the sticky droplets on his shirt. His glasses are fogged with humidity. "Do you not have air conditioning?" Josh asks, swiping a hand across his damp brow. Jerry's gaze locks onto the popsicle, his expression tightening. "You're eating that. You didn't offer anyone." Bill just shrugs, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he turns to you. "Look at you. They're not complaini…