Chances

8.2 Leroy Cage

Autumn 1996, Frank & Leroy's place

Leroy felt a little nervous, when he arrived with Delilah in front of his tiny house.

"So... here we are. Go ahead!", he stuttered a bit.

"Pull yourself together!", he scolded himself mentally.

He heard Delilah crack out a noise of surprise, when she opened the door.

"Oh, hi Dee! I just came out of the shower!"

He also heard his brother's cheerful voice.

When he went inside, he saw his brother standing butt naked in the kitchen.

"Frank! I thought you were next over?! Get at least a towel on you!", He burst out.

How embarrassing!

If it wasn't enough, he also made out some dark haired girl in underwear from the corner of his eyes.

"Calm down!", his brother said with an apologetic grin, but left towards the bedroom.

Delilah broke out in heavy laughter.

That guy had no shame at all! He grumbled some curses.

"Would you get me some soda?", Delilah asked, when she finally got her composure back.

He could still hear the grin in her voice.

He went over to the fridge. While he looked for something to drink, he heard that Frank had returned, asking Delilah about where they had been.

He hoped that his brother got some clothes now at least.

Thank god, he had. And the girl in underwear had left.

"The town organized a harvest festival in the park!", Delilah told Frank excitedly.

"It was really nice! Our gardening association sold the fruit and vegetables we grew in the town garden!"

"You're growing food? How neat!", Frank went on.

"Yeah, it is really calming to take care of the plants", Delilah replied cheerfully.

"Didn't you wanna be somewhere else tonight?", Leroy burst out impatiently.

 Frank didn't expect the interruption, but his face changed immediately into a knowing smirk.

"Yeah. I have to go", he said.

"See you around, Frank!", Delilah said, with a wink in her eyes.

Leroy didn't like it.

"Later, Dee!", Frank said, but at least he was on the way out already.

"Uh, sorry about this...", Leroy tried to get his composure back and be nice.

"Want a drink?", he asked, smiling.

"I'm waiting for it", Delilah replied, teasing.

Only then he remembered the glass of soda he had poured her. He still held it in his hand.

The ice in it had melted already.