Refuge at Layla's

Ethan shifts his angle, making a break for Layla's.

He watches her move towards the door, disappearing into the house, but leaving the entry open. Running up her front steps, Ethan half slides-half staggers into the house, Layla closing the door behind him.

"Jeepers..." Layla wipes off her front, "It's awful out there!"

Dripping wet, Ethan nods in agreement. "Yeah that was..." he wipes off his face. "Can I borrow a towel?"

Epping, slightly, agast at her thoughtlessness, Layla retrieves a towel for her soaking-wet guest. "Here, dear. Sorry about that."

The towel is huge, almost certainly a beach towel. Casting a glance at Layla and her proportions, Ethan thinks her needing larger towels makes a lot of sense. He also notices she got a little wet herself. "What were you doing on your porch?"

"Oh," she waves a hand in the air, "I like to sit on the porch and watch storms roll in... It's quite breathtaking."

Ethan fights the urge to flirt with her using the word 'breathtaking'. The only thing that stops him is all the cold water soaking his clothes.

Layla, tutting slightly, seems to fully appraise how wet Ethan is. "Let me get you some fresh clothes."

A few minutes later Ethan is sitting on Layla's couch wearing some of Aaron's old clothes. And underwear. Sighing, he's thankful they are close to the same size, although he wishes Layla didn't give him a shirt that said 'I'm with stupid' with an arrow pointing down.

Layla, who had been in the kitchen, returns to the living room, two teas in hand. "Here you go, dear."

Ethan took the drink, offering a simple 'thank you'. She had insisted he take up her offer for a warm beverage to help warm him up. Sipping the tea, Ethan glances out the window. "Crazy weather..." truly, he was the king of small talk.

"Hm," Layla shrugs, "We get them pretty bad here. Although this one is indeed a doozy." She sips her own tea, taking a seat on the other side of the couch.

Ethan eyes her while sipping, taking stock of her. She's dressed down, wearing sweatpants and a casual button-up blouse. Both articles of clothing are loose fitting, partially concealing her impressive sexual endowments, although less so her massive rack. "So..." Ethan smacks his lips, trying to think up some small talk other than the weather.