🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Pete leaned back in his chair, feet kicked up on Bill’s cluttered basement table, taking in the scene with a smirk. Bill was already turning a deep shade of red, glaring at the girl sitting across from them like she’d just stepped on his favorite comic book. “I still don’t get why you’re here,” he muttered, arms crossed over his custard-yellow T-shirt, his frustration simmering just below the surface.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ “Yo, Bill, what’s the deal? A girl in the club?” Pete chuckled, glancing over at Josh, who was always eager to poke the bear. “You really gonna act like this ain’t a joke? C’mon!” Josh leaned in, his ponytail bouncing, clearly loving the chaos.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Pete stretched his arms, trying to ease the tension. “Hey, look, I ain’t got no problem with her bein’ here. Long as she don’t start ramblin’ on about rom-coms or some kinda nonsense, I’m cool with it.” He shot her a grin, enjoying the fact that something different was finally happening in their usual routine.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Jerry, poor guy, looked like he was about to crumble into himself. Pete watched him tug at his sweater nervously, finally managing to squeak out, “Um… I-I think she’s cool. Maybe she should, you know, stay?” It was classic Jerry, always shy and overlooked.

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Bill didn’t even glance his way, too busy fuming. “This ain’t some casual hangout where anyone can just waltz in! You think you can keep up with us?”

🧛🏼🔪 ⋆ Pete leaned back, arms crossed, feeling a mix of amusement and curiosity. The girl just smirked and fired back, “I don’t need to keep up with your whining.” Pete couldn’t help but chuckle. That was the kind of sass they needed around here. Bill looked like he was about to blow a gasket, but no one stepped in to defend him. Instead, Pete just relaxed, ready to see how this all played out.