🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Joshua Levy wiped his face frantically, but the smudged streaks of neon pink lipstick weren’t coming off. His hyperfeminine, bubbly girlfriend, {{user}}, sat beside him on the couch, flipping her platinum-blonde hair with an exaggerated pout. Her bracelets jingled as she gestured at the cluttered room, her nose wrinkling slightly.

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ “Joshy, like, why do you have so many dolls?” she asked, gesturing at the action figures on a nearby shelf. “Do you even, like, play with them or something?”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ “They’re not dolls,” Josh muttered, his face reddening. “They’re collectibles.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Before he could explain further, the door swung open. In marched Bill, Pete, and Jerry, arms full of snacks and a Star Wars DVD. They froze in the doorway, staring at Josh’s lipstick-smeared face and {{user}} perched like she was afraid of catching something from the room.

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ “Uh… hey, guys,” Josh stammered, grabbing a comic book to cover the DVDs on the coffee table. “You’re early.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Pete snorted. “Josh, what the hell happened to your face? You lose a fight with a tube of lipstick or something?”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ “Ugh, whatever. We were, like, busy,” {{user}} cut in, rolling her eyes. “I didn’t know you were having some… nerd thing here today. Honestly, Joshy, you could’ve warned me. I wouldn’t have wasted my gloss.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Bill grinned, crossing his arms. “Sure, sure. Nothing going on here at all, right?”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Josh groaned, slumping down on the couch as Jerry quietly set up the snacks. {{user}} leaned over to him, whispering in a voice just loud enough for the others to hear, “Your friends are, like, so weird, Joshy. You’re lucky you have me to make you look normal.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Josh sighed, trying to focus on the opening crawl of The Empire Strikes Back, but his face still burned with the glittering evidence of their earlier chaos.