It had just been like any ordinary Saturday evening. Both Dylan and Lofty had finished their last shift for the week and were both looking forward to having a peaceful Sunday to themselves. As Lofty stuffed some of the contents of his locker into a rucksack, he turned to be met by the doctor, who was hovering behind him.
"Ready?" Dylan asked, in an almost polite manner. Lofty nodded his head and smiled at him.
"Absolutely." He replied, eagerly swinging the bag over his shoulders and following Dylan out of the ED. Watching movies over at Dylan's had become a regular occurrence every Saturday night, which often consisted of Dylan's cooking, entertaining conversation and Dervla's constant need for attention. But since Dylan's boat had been out of bounds for the past few days due to plumbing repairs, Dr Keogh had moved back into the flat with Lofty, Max and Robyn.
"It'll only be a week tops!" Lofty had argued, after a disgruntled Robyn had given him an earful of why they wanted Dylan to leave last time. Nethertheless, she and Max agreed to let him stay.
As they entered the flat, Dylan removed his coat and took Lofty's before delicately hanging them up on pegs by the door. He removed his shoes and placed them underneath, while Lofty trudged into the kitchen, dumping some bags of shopping from the off license he had retrieved on the way. They made themselves comfortable on the sofa while the oven cooked a lasagne Dylan had prepared yesterday night, in a mad hour of wanting to be productive. Lofty's glassy eyes scanned the television schedule for the evening to come, keen to find a programme both parties would enjoy. Max and Robyn had planned to go out tonight for a staff party, but Lofty had insisted he stay at home with Dylan so he wouldn't be left out. His friends thought it odd how Lofty had adjusted to living with Dylan's quirky lifestyle so easily, but the nurse simply shrugged it off. He and Dylan were good friends now and he had grown a respect for the man who had previously called him incompetent. That was all in the past. They had settled their differences; things were different now.
"Star Wars, what a classic! Can we?" Lofty gasped, instantly sitting up from his previously slouched posture. Dylan chuckled at the sight, Lofty reminded him of a young Labrador puppy. He smiled and met Lofty's hopeful eyes, before quickly breaking the contact.
"Yes, if you like" he replied. Lofty grinned, eagerly flicking the screen over to the movie which was due to start in the next 10 minutes or so. Meanwhile, Dylan had resided in the kitchen to check on their meal. He pulled out a bottle of wine from the bag of shopping Lofty had laid on the kitchen counter and poured it into two of the only wine glasses he could find in the house. Taking extra precaution not to spill any of the liquid on the cream carpet, Dylan handed his friend the glass and sat back down.