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Broken Wings | richie tozier

>> timeskip <<

You pulled your sweater closer as you pressed the button to open the elevator. You waited patiently, watching the red numbers slowly countdown. A ding met your ears as the doors slowly separated. You walked in, holding onto the bar as it slowly began rising.

Seconds passed and you were on your floor. You walked to your door quickly and unlocked it, dropping your keys on the table as soon as you were inside. You closed the door behind you, your shoulders slumping from the exhaust of the last few days.

Every angel was granted a unique power, some more useful than others. Your power was invisibility. This meant you could easily get the money you needed to survive. Yes, it was illegal and immoral, but it just added to your feelings of not being worthy enough to be an angel. You only took a little. Enough for an apartment, furniture, and food. Essentials like that. You even intended on getting a job. However, you did need a starting point, and the only way to get that was through doing things you weren't proud of.

You wandered through your house, making your way to the kitchen for a drink. You opened your freezer but found only an empty bottle of whiskey. You sighed. Must have finished it without realizing it. You didn't want to go out, but you needed that drink. After mulling it over in your mind for a while, you decided that you would go to a bar. It's not like you had anything better to do anyway.

>> timeskip <<

You set your wallet and keys on the counter before sitting on a barstool. The bartender looked at you, silently asking what you wanted.

"Whiskey." You deadpanned. He nodded, walking away to retrieve what you ordered. You placed a hand on your forehead, trying to block out the loud music the best you could. Going to a club was probably not a good idea when you were so prone to headaches but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make.

"Hey there." Someone said to the left of you. You looked up, meeting the eyes of a brunette man. He looked to be in his early twenties. You gave a strained smile before realizing your whiskey had arrived.

"Holy shit!" The man next to you shouted. You turned and saw him pointing to the right of you, so you swiveled again but saw nothing.

"What? What is it?" You asked. You heard him smack his lips.

"Ah never mind. You missed it." He said. You turned back to him quizzically before shrugging.

"I'm Jacob, you?" He asked. You grabbed your glass.

"(Y/n)." You replied, bringing your glass to your lips. Before you could tip it to drink though, someone shouted, grabbing your attention.

"Excuse me!" The voice yelled. You stopped in your tracks and looked around, trying to find where it came from. A man with soft black curls came walking towards you, a smile on his face.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt you but do you know this man?" He asked. You cleared your throat.

"Um no... Not really. I just met him." You replied. The second man's smile grew.

"As I suspected. Since that's the case, I think you'd like to know he slipped a little something in your drink. Rohypnol perhaps? Oh no, they changed the manufacturing to turn clear drinks blue. Unless you got it modified? It seems like a lot of work if you ask me." He replied. You looked to Jacob whose brows were furrowed and lips were pulled into an angry frown.

"Oh piss off man." He said. The black-haired man laughed.

"What? Are you angry because I messed up your game? I'm sorry but I don't think date raping people is considered game. Are you that lousy at flirting and desperate for affection that you have to commit a crime? Honestly man, get some standards."