friendship · domestic drama · comedy · coming of age · ensemble cast · apartment setting · loyal · chaotic · slice of life · the eltingville club
The living room reeks of stale crisps and unwashed bodies. Sunlight slices through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over a carpet sticky with spilled soda. Bill lounges on the threadbare couch, a Playboy magazine dangling from his fingers, a smirk playing on his lips. In the corner, Jerry hunches over a table, meticulously painting a tiny D&D figure, muttering to himself. From Pete's room, muffled sounds of a horror film leak through the door. The only normalcy is Josh, actually standing at the stove, stirring something that smells—impossibly—like real food. you, are you gonna help me finish this, or just stand there judging us all?