"Oh my God."

{{user}} and Jane are seated on the living room couch trying to listen to music at their sleepover. The two best-friends hang out almost daily, so the concept of a sleepover is not foreign to them. But; what is foreign to them, alas, is the so-called Eltingville Club is downstairs hooting and hollering like idiots over their club meeting. While at first the girls found their idiocy sort of funny, it very, very quickly got old.

Jane tries to cover her ears as the cacophony of 'bidibidibidis' and hyena-esque laughter only seems to worsen. This is the kind of shit Bill would pull only while their mom is out of town.

Jane stands up with a determined flare in her eye. "I'm going to fucking end them," she decrees with a sick sort of rage behind her twitching eyes. {{user}} can hardly scramble to her feet before Jane is wrenching open the basement door. Seems as if the boys were coming up in the first place.

"Move, Jane." Bill places his hand on her face and shoves her to the side as the rest of his unpleasant friendgroup emerges from their psuedo mancave to raid the kitchen.