Chapter 7 (Post 'Flight of Angels')
Delsin looked down at his phone, Eugene was calling. "Hey man, what's up? Sure, yeah. All right, I'll be right over." Eugene had sounded excited, and he wasn't sure he'd ever heard him excited before that.
Dropping into the lair, Delsin looked around, surprised that Teen Angel had managed to acquire as many clothes as he had. They were all over the place, shirts and jeans, and-gasp- khakis. He exhaled. "Wow."
"I need your help." Eugene was standing in the corner with three different shirts, all half-on.
"I'd say so. Wait, though, why?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Um, you remember that girl from the bar?" Eugene held up two different 'Heaven's Hellfire' shirts, one black and one red.
"The one you didn't talk to, you mean?"
"Yeah. I ran into her on the street the other day. Literally, I mean. She spilled her coffee so I offered to buy her a new one and we talked and I found out she likes Heaven's Hellfire and now we have a date tonight and I have no idea what I'm doing." He was panting by the time he finished.
"Right, so you need help with…" Delsin turned around, taking the situation in.
"Everything." He shook the shirts on his arms for emphasis.
"Okay. Starting with, uh, this?" He pointed at Eugene's shirts, getting a nod in response. "The jeans and shoes are fine. Fit well enough, as far the shirt, well, where are you taking her?"
"Just to the new Phoenix Jones movie. Maybe get dessert after." He said.
"All right, well, go with the red shirt. Works better with the green corduroys, I think. Maybe wear a cheap button down over it, though." Furrowing his brow, Delsin narrowed his eyes. "Maybe the hoodie, too." Pointing to it in the corner. "Leave it open though. The button down is your choice."
"Okay. Um, I've kinda sorta been locked up for seven years and I need things to talk about. What do people listen to now?" Eugene scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Have you heard of Modern Baseball? They're great." Teen Angel shook his head. "Try Charlie Black, awesome song. All right. Hm. Wavves? No? Wow man, you need to get out more! The Rice Cakes? Still no? Really? Dead Sara?" Eugene just kept shaking his head. "Right, well, listen to them. You're bound to like one."
"I will, thanks." He glanced over at his laptop.
"Just stick to your interests, though, stuff you know you like. And pay attention to her. Like to what she's actually saying. You'll be fine, trust me." Delsin's phone began to ring again and he smiled. Fetch. "I gotta go though, man, call me, well, hopefully tomorrow, and let me know how it went!" He disappeared through a vent, leaving Eugene to his own devices.