Blank-Chase Apartment, Saturday Evening

[chasingangela]

Saturday night.

Party night.

Date night.

Or, for Angela Chase, the night to be busy on her computer, toggling between a paper on Queen Victoria she was writing for her history class, a website about strange pregnancy cravings, and the budget she was trying to make for the summer.

She stretched her arms over her head, ready for a break.

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[oatmanspatient]

"You are one multi-tasking fool," Marty said peeking over her head at the monitor and then starting a small shoulder rub. "Either that or Queen Victoria had a thing for pickles and ice cream."

[chasingangela]

She smiled, relaxing into his hands. "Stupid deadlines before the fourth of July," Angela commented. "Oh, hey, did you get the extra-garlicky sour dills?"

[oatmanspatient]

"Um. They only had the regular garlicky," Marty said frowning slightly. "But I got garlic salt so you can sprinkle it on them. Does that help?"

[chasingangela]

Angela whimpered a little. That wasn't quite the same thing at all, but ..."I guesssssss," she said. "We can look for the really good ones tomorrow, right?"