"Hey man," Nathan called out to him as he jogged over.
"Nate you're late."
"Yeah I know sorry, Dan gave me one of his famous talks."
Lucas winced his face, "What about?"
"He's making me have dinner with him and his social rejects."
"That sucks man."
"Tell me about. He's trying to make us look like some perfect family in front of his country club colleagues, when really we're far from it."
"Sorry."
"Yeah me too."
"So what are you going to do?"
Nathan took in a deep breath, "Suck it in and have dinner with incredibly boring people fawning over my achievements, and having my dad boast about his better days."
"Sounds like fun?" Lucas expressed, obviously being sarcastic.
"Yeah it'll be a real deusy," he bounced the ball where he was standing, "enough of this crap let's play ball."
Lucas nodded, "yeah."
Nathan passed the ball to lucas, "shoot for start."
The boys played a little one on one for a couple of hours, just the two of them. They were working up a sweat with their basketball therapy, they liked to call it.
"Last shot and I win," Nathan yelled out as he dribbled the ball.
"Not if I have anything to do with it," Lucas ran catching up to him throwing his arms in the air blocking Nathan.
Nathan faked turned and in seconds did a quick slam dunk leaving Lucas on the ground still dumbfounded as he watched his younger brother dangling off the rim.
Nathan finally dropping to the ground chuckled, "Score I beat you big brother. Guess I am the better Scott."
Lucas laughed and shook his head, "Damn boy High Flyers did you good."
"Nah they just oiled me up and refined my rusty moves," Nathan grinned as he chugged down water.
"Okay big head calm your ego and pass me my water bottle over there."
The two boys rested on the picnic table, still breathing heavily from their game.
Lucas finally calmed down and quenched his dehydrated body, "So what's up?"
Nathan shrugged, "Nothing really, life is pretty good I guess."
Lucas nodded, "How'd Jill react to Vegas' idiocy?"
"She didn't," he looked straight ahead, "I didn't tell her."
"What?" He was baffled, "why not?"
"Because I know it would hurt her."
"But you have to tell her Nate, no matter how much pain it will cause her."
"No I don't. I can take care of it by myself and she doesn't have to get hurt."
"I don't know Nate," he was concerned about Nathan's decision to not tell Jill.
"Look Luke, I know Vegas. He's like my carbon copy of the guy I used to be. He doesn't play games like everyone else. I taught him and I know how he handles things. I have to do it this way."
"Okay man but just watch out. I have a really bad feeling about this."
"yeah I will," looking at his watch and noticing how much time had gone by Nathan retreated from his seat, "Got to go man, the dreaded dinner calls."
He butted knuckles with Lucas.
"Take care and remember what I said."
Nathan nodded, "I will."
He grabbed his ball and headed towards his car.