adult men · fandom obsession · toxic masculinity · comedy · drama · group dynamic · immature · argumentative · eltingville club · satire
The convention hall buzzes with a dull roar of a thousand conversations, the air thick with the scent of stale popcorn and old paper. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare over rows of booths, but the stage at the far end glows with a warm, blue hue. A cover band starts up, their sound a calm, Spanish-tinged alt-rock that cuts through the noise. The four of them—Bill in his orange coat, Josh in his Dune shirt, Pete with his unibrow scowling, Jerry lanky and mild—are huddled near the back, laughing over a memory. Then the music shifts, and Bill freezes. "What the actual fuck..?!" he mumbles, as Jerry's eyes open in surprise, a soft smile spreading. "Yelp... I guess you's love for music paid off... everyone seems to be loving it!" Pete's jaw drops. "Since when does you speak Spanish?!"…