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FTEC - Saturday Night 10/14

Whistleing cheerfully, Wilson headed into the clinic for the Saturday night shift. He carried a maple latte in one hand and over his good shoulder rested his satchel. He was still grading papers from Thursday's test and also had a few crossword puzzles to entertain himself with if the evening was slow.

Setting everything down at the front desk, he started a pot of Kona coffee for the night, then unpacked his laptop and papers. A small radio also made an apperance quickly plugged in and dialed to a station that played classical, insturmental jazz and big band on Saturday nights.

Thus, he was settled in for a long, hopefully quiet, evening at the clinic.

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Well...if Aziraphale couldn't be surprised that Bel was in need of medical attention, then he could at least be pleased that the young man had actually come to the clinic.

"Nothing too terrible, I hope," he replied, almost rhetorically, helping to unpack their dinner. After all, Wilson couldn't be breaking confidences regarding his patients, and Aziraphale didn't expect him to.

Divying up the vegetables over the pasta into two portions, Wilson left the tea for Phale to pour.

"Not physically terrible." He said, looking over at his lover then back down to their plates. He couldn't talk about Bel's case and he knew that Phale was aware of this but it was another bit of worrisome circumstances for their young friend.

"So, have you enjoyed your Saturday, lover mine?"

The angel cocked an eyebrow, and then nodded. The discussion about Bel wouldn't go any further than that, but he'd be keeping an eye out all the same.

"I have, love. It's been a right enjoyable, very lazy day, full of reading and a little bit of baking, and not a great of deal accomplishing anything."

Aziraphale's voice was light, and it was obvious from his smile that he didn't mind this in the least. "And you? Have you had a good Saturday?"

Given Phale's usual schedule, Wilson decided not to tease his lover about lounging about. Instead he grinned and kissed the angel's cheek before sitting down to enjoy his dinner.

"Well, when I finally rolled out of bed..." Cause someone had definitely spent a day having a nice lay in.

"It's been pretty good. Got my tests graded and have been doing a bit of research work for my next paper but I'm thinking I'll put that up, if you plan to stay here for a bit and that we could work on some crossword puzzles together?"

"I brought my materials for Monday's class along," Aziraphale said, nodding toward the stack of papers he'd set down. "But I think a crossword sounds lovely."

He put a glass of tea in front of the young doctor and then took his seat. "How do you feel about a Halloween party, love? At the apartment?"

Wilson made a face at the evidence of Phale's classwork. He needed to work on his Humor test but really, wanted to just spend a bit of time with his love, doing something they both enjoyed. Not that his shift didn't have a few hours left to kill.

However, his expression brightened right up at the comment about a party.

"A Halloween party? Can we have a costume contest and do I get to make gross out but yummy food stuffs for it?"

Aziraphale wasn't so sure about the 'gross out' foods, but he nodded tentatively. "Well...I suppose we could have a costume contest. Who would judge it, though?"

He thought about the rather small space they had -- which could technically be enlarged, but that might cause the landlord some questions. "Do you think Miss Sciuto and...perhaps Miss Alianne might like to help out? They're only just a floor above."

"Well...we could have everybody vote on everybody elses costume? Sorta as a door prize?" Wilson suggested, then frowned...wondering if that wasn't a little lame.

"Well, after all it's only polite to let your neighbors know when you're having a party." Wilson said with a knowing twinkle in his dark eyes. "And something tells me that Abby and Aly might just like to be involved in the whole thing, particularly Abby. All Hallow's Eve seems to be her sort of holiday."

"Oh! Oh, that's not a bad idea at all, love! We could have a place for them to just write down their votes, and tally them at the end of the night. And...as the hosts, we could have a special prize as well. Sort of a 'hosts choice'. We need to actually have some prizes, though."

Now he was really getting into the idea, which of course should have made sense to anyone who knew how much Aziraphale liked to plan parties. "Well, I was thinking that if they wanted, they could help host by opening up their own apartments as well. It would give us more room." Chuckling, he added, "Yes, I rather expect Miss Sciuto would enjoy the holiday, wouldn't she? What sort of food were you thinking of, love?"

Finishing off the last of his vegetable pasta, Wilson grinned as the angel was already starting to bounce. For someone who had spent so many years in a musty, quiet bookstore, Phale could certainly get excited about a busy shingdig.

"We could ask them, certainly, though I wouldn't want to make them feel as if they had to open up their homes, if they weren't interested." He gently cautioned before sitting back with an impish grin.

"Oh, all sorts of fun things, like...brain spaghetti and bug infested rosotto."

Cue, look of angelic horror.

Brain spaghetti...the angel could maybe see how that could be achieved with regular pasta. But...bug infested risotto?

"Er...bugs, love?" he asked, looking sufficiently horried. "I...you don't really mean bugs. You mean...something that looks like bugs, except not really like realistic bugs because...you want people to eat it."

"You know, in many countries, bugs are considered a delicacy." Wilson said innocently, dark eyes twinkling as he took in Phale's expression.

Leaning over he kissed his angel's cheek.

"I'll show you some of my ideas when we get home, love."

He had quite a few copies of recipes from when he'd done parties like this at the hospital for the kids.

"This, however, is not one of those countries," Aziraphale retorted, smiling. "All right then, love. I'll leave the cooking ideas to you. I haven't any idea what one does for a Halloween party anyway. Except dress up in costumes. I'll speak to the girls about our idea, and see if they're interested at all."

He finished off his own supper, and just waved the styrofoam containers into oblivion.

"So, you said you had some crosswords?"

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