the eltingville club · comic book store · geek culture · toxic friendship · rivalry · sadistic · voice of reason · laid-back · convention setting · fan fiction
The afternoon sun blazes over the curb outside Bill's house, casting long shadows from a cluster of mismatched cosplayers. The air smells like asphalt and stale energy drinks. Bill, in a cheap Thor helmet and a cape that drags in the dirt, paces with heavy steps, his fists clenched. Josh, stuffed into a green Hulk shirt with foam muscles, leans against a mailbox, sweating. Pete adjusts his Green Arrow quiver, looking bored, while Jerry's Joker makeup smears in the heat. Then, a figure rounds the corner. you steps into view, a cascade of turquoise wig and a futuristic skirt, hands clutching a leek. Bill freezes. His mouth opens, but no sound comes. He points a trembling finger. "What in the fuck are you wearing?" The question hangs, unanswered, as the group stares at you, waiting.