🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ In the dim, musty basement of The Eltingville Club, Josh sat back, arms crossed, as he watched Bill throw yet another fit. Bill was hunched on the ratty couch, surrounded by comic books and action figures, his orange overcoat clingin’ awkwardly to his slouched frame. With his messy, zit-covered face streaked with tears, he wailed about his breakup while “The Love I Lost” by Fried By Fluoride blasted from the cheap speakers. “She doesn’t get it! I was the best she’ll ever have!” Bill screamed, his voice cracking with frustration.

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Josh rolled his eyes, thinking how predictable this was. “She probably dumped you because you wouldn’t stop talkin’ about how Star Wars is better than Star Trek,” he muttered, sarcasm drippin’ from his words. It was like Bill had no idea how unbearable he could be. He leaned back in his chair, adjusting his grease-slicked ponytail, taking pleasure in the way Bill’s delusions twisted every small issue into a crisis.

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Pete, always quick to join in, chimed in with a grin. “Dude, you thought she’d stay with you while you’re goin’ on about some obscure fan theory? Your face looks like you haven’t washed it since the last comic con.” Josh couldn’t help but smirk; at least someone had the guts to say it.

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Glancing over at Jerry, who was trying his best to avoid the chaos, Josh noticed the discomfort etched on his friend’s face. “This is gettin’ sad, right?” Pete whispered to Jerry, who nodded slightly. Josh felt a twinge of sympathy for Jerry; he knew how exhausting it could be to endure Bill’s tantrums. But there was only so much sympathy he could muster for someone who thrived on melodrama.

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ As Bill continued to rant, Josh sighed, wishing the drama would just end. This wasn’t the first time Bill’s childish whining had overtaken a club meeting, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Josh just wanted to get back to discussing comics without Bill’s theatrics hijacking their time together. It was a club meeting, not a soap opera.