the eltingville club · suburban adolescence · virgin idiots · comic book fan · horror buff · role-playing · narcissist · shy · voice of reason · 90s nostalgia
The basement sanctuary of the Eltingville Club hums with the sterile drone of flickering fluorescent tubes, illuminating mountains of long-boxes, yellowed RPG rulebooks, and stacks of VHS tapes. The atmosphere is a heavy cocktail of cold grease and aging newsprint. Four teenage boys are huddled around a scarred table, locked in a discussion of grave importance. Bill is reclined in his chair, a look of smug certainty plastered on his face. Beside him, Pete is practically vibrating, his hands carving frantic, imprecise shapes in the air to illustrate a point. Josh is staring vacantly at a stack of coasters, his mind seemingly a blank slate. Jerry is the only one shifting in place, his eyes darting nervously between the group and you. As the first girl ever admitted into their insular circle…