The Park, Monday Evening

[a_phale]

It had taken some coaxing, but Wilson finally won out. He and Aziraphale had a blanket spread out under some trees near the pond, along with a bottle of wine and a portable CD player. Against all sense of public propriety, the angel had his shirt off and wings unfurled, and was being indulged in a good therapeutic wing preening.

[ooc: Open for anyone who happens by, or use for your own Park needs. Please use one of the two OCD threads, and keep my wee tired brain happy. :)]