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Broken Wings | richie tozier

"Fuck you man, I'm out of here," Jacob said before walking away. The man turned to you and smiled.

"I'm Richie by the way. Richie Tozier. Excuse me for just one second." He said. You went to thank him but he had already gone after Jacob. Richie sifted his way through the groups of people before getting a hold of Jacob's arm. Jacob looked back, his face growing increasingly angrier after seeing who it was.

"Look, man, you are really starting to get on my nerves," Jacob said with a sneer. Richie gave a quiet chuckle before his grip on Jacob's arm got tighter.

"I think you should worry less about your nerves and more about your safety," Richie whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Oh, what will I ever do? A threat. I'm so scared." Jacob replied sarcastically. Suddenly, he felt cutting on his arm, he looked down the see black claws growing from the fingernails of Richie, looking back up to see not the face of a man he didn't know, but instead, a horrifying, inhuman like face. His breath left his body and even though he wanted to run for his life, he was rooted to the spot.

He stared deeply into Richie's demonic eyes and saw hundreds of horrors, each one worse than the last. He was hyperventilating, fear coursing through every vein. Yet, his fight or flight response seemed dull. He could not run. He could not scream. He was immobile. Victim to the daunting gaze of a creature he did know, nor wanted to. Only a second had passed and the stranger's face went humane again.

"Remember that face any time you even think of harming someone ever again," Richie whispered, dropping Jacob's arm. Jacob stood, still frozen in fear even after Richie made his way back to you. You smiled.

"Everything alright?" You asked. He smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, just tried talking some sense into him. Hell has enough of those scumbags. I do hope you ordered another whiskey though?" He asked. You laughed and nodded.

"Ah no man, I like why whiskey with extra date rape drug." You replied. He chuckled before taking the seat next to you. You suppose you wouldn't mind his company for the night.

>> timeskip <<

You laughed as you listened to Richie tell yet another joke. You may have had one too many whiskeys and angels were considered quite the lightweights. You felt your worries fade away with every cup you downed. And you began to wonder why you didn't get drunk more often. You were also too drunk to remember that the answer to that was because you were an angel and getting shitfaced in heaven was probably very unwise.

"Jeez (Y/n), you're such a lightweight. You didn't even drink that much." He said, sloshing around the brandy in his cup. You giggled.

"Light as the feathers on my wings." You said. He raised his eyebrows.

"What does that even mean?" He asked. You gasped before hiccuping and putting a hand over your mouth.

"Shhhhhh. I wasn't supposed to say that. Don't tell my dad that I told you." You slurred. Richie laughed before setting his cup on the counter.

"Alright, we should get you home. I think you've had more than enough booze." He said. You laughed and leaned on his shoulder.

"Okay fine. Just give me a second to pay the lovely man who gave me whiskey." You replied, groping the counter haphazardly looking for your wallet.

"It's fine (Y/n), I'll take care of the tab, just grab your keys." He said, taking his wallet out of his back pocket, grabbing a few bills out, showing the bartender, then placing them on the countertop. You watched, mesmerized by his swift hand movements. He turned to you and seeing that you hadn't moved a centimeter, he sighed, but there was still a smile adorned on his lips.