“Fun? I’ll be sleeping in my old bed,” she said.
“Not to mention our peers being nosy about our lives,” Chase said.
She knew there was a bet going on to see which one married first. Leah wondered if they knew about it.
“It will be good to get away from here. A weekend without the city noise would be a treat to anyone.”
Leah had to agree. “Great, we’re all looking forward to going back home. Now, what do you want to eat?”
They settled on fried chicken seeing as Mitch had bought some from the grocery store. Leah marinated the drumsticks then went and changed out of her work clothes. She put on a pair of jogging pants and shirt.
Friday night was the night where they sat on the sofa, watching movies, and eating really unhealthy food. She decided on oven chips instead of fried chips. They only owned one fryer, and she’d be frying the chicken, and the chips would get cold.
Chase made up his special cocktail of drinks. Both men took it in turns helping her in the kitchen, and they got changed out of their work clothes as well.
“I’ll do the laundry tomorrow morning,” Leah said.
“I’ll come with you,” Chase and Mitch said.
“You don’t have to stay with me. You can go out shopping while I get our stuff cleaned.” She carefully placed the chicken into the hot fat before stepping back. Leah bumped into a warm, hard body. Glancing up she saw Mitch was behind her.
“They smell so good.”
“Give it twenty minutes, and it will be even better.”
He placed his hand on her hips and gave her a gentle squeeze. “I believe you, honey.”
A squeeze of the hips was setting her on fire as well.
She tried to ignore both of the men while she cooked. The last thing she needed was to hurt herself on some hot fat or something.
After twenty minutes, she piled the fried chicken on a plate and the oven cooked chips into a bowl and then placed them on the coffee table in front of the television. She moved back, grabbed sauces for them to squeeze over their food, the plates, and climbed onto the sofa from behind. Mitch took her left as Chase took her fight. Leah handed them a plate, and all together they dove in.
With the plates loaded full with fried chicken and fries, Chase fired up the television. Leah put her plate on the table as she bent down and put the movie into the DVD player. When she turned back to face her two friends they were giving her funny looks.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing,” they both said, looking past her to the screen. She settled down between them with her food in her lap. The movie fired up.
Leah hated horror movies. Out of all the movies Chase and Mitch watched it was the horrors she couldn’t stand. She didn’t understand why people enjoyed scaring themselves. By the end of the movie she’d be sat in either of the blokes’ laps with her face hidden behind a pillow.
After eating all of her fried chicken and the fries, she put her plate down on the table, picking up her cocktail.
The moment the movie began, she started to hide behind the pillow. Mitch and Chase sat relaxed with one of their arms along the back of her. She loved this part. Leah only wished the comfort they offered was for more than an hour and a half’s movie.
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Mitch hated horror movies. Watching them repulsed him and scared the shit out of him. He preferred thrillers and action movies. This crap was just plain scary. However, with scary movies came Leah jumping into either his or Chase’s lap. Having Leah in his lap for a good hour or so was worth being scared.
If she jumped his way, he’d be able to distract himself with her lovely scent and feminine curves. He leaned back and chuckled as she grabbed the nearest pillow. With her head locked behind the pillow he turned to see Chase stroking her hair. The touch was small but noticeable. Chase smiled at him, giving him a wink.
Movie night had been going on for them as long as he could remember. They were his favourite time of the week. Every Friday without fail, they’d be in front of the television with a marathon of films.
The music went high on the film, and Leah squeaked and ended up on his lap with her feet across Chase’s.
“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t know how you two can stand this.”
The pillow under her eyes, she continued to watch the film.