It was week three of (Y/N) working at the bar, and her bubbly personality had attracted lots of customers, most even becoming regulars. Even Cricket had been coming in more. Not to do PCP In the bathroom, but just to be In (Y/N)'s presence.
Cricket enters the bar, catching the attention of Dee who is standing behind the bar.
"Hey, Cricks!"
"Hey, Dee. Uh...where's (Y/N)?"
"She's over there, but good luck getting close to her. She's swamped with the regulars all demanding her attention."
Cricket takes a seat at the bar.
"She's popular, huh?" He asks, watching her run from table to table.
"Oh, very. She can't turn around without somebody wanting her attention. I sometimes feel bad for the poor girl. She works so hard...it must be exhausting. But she never lets it keep her down."
Their attention is suddenly drawn towards a loud crash across the room.
"Let go of me!" (Y/N) cries, trying to pull her arm out of the grasp of a large scary looking man. The man tightens his grip and pulls her into the booth with him.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this place? Come with me and I can show you a good time." The scary man says. (Y/N) is visibly frightened, still fighting against the man's grip.
"Mac!" Dee cries, worried for her friend but knowing that she wouldn't be able to do anything to help. Before Mac can even leave the door, Cricket is up and already across the room.
"Let go of her, bitch!" He yells, puffing up his chest as much as his skinny frame could allow. The scary man turns his attention towards Cricket, still keeping his grip on (Y/N).
"Heh, what's a skinny druggie like you going to do?" The man taunts. In a split second, Cricket's fist is colliding with the man's face.
The man grunts, his head flying backwards and hitting the back of the booth seat. He drops (Y/N)'s wrist and she's able to get away. She runs behind the bar where Dee is standing, standing close to her.
The man quickly regains his composure and stands, squaring up with Cricket. Cricket doesn't back down.
"I'm going to kill you, you little prick!" The man screams. Cricket smirks.
"I'm unkillable, bitch!" He kicks the man in crotch as hard as he possibly can. The man falls to his knees.
"I think it's time for you to leave, and never come back." Mac says, coming up behind Cricket. Mac grabs one of the man's arms, and Cricket grabs the other. They proceed to drag the man out the door and throw him onto the street.
"If you ever try to come in here again, we won't be so nice next time." Mac snarls at the man before slamming the door in his face.
"Okay! We're closing early. Everyone get out!" Dee yells to the crowd. The bar begins to empty as the crowd files out.
Dee wraps her arm around (Y/N), noting the fact that the girl appears to be shaking.
When everyone is gone, Mac locks the door, coming over to the bar where Cricket and Dee are consoling poor (Y/N).
"Hey, are you alright?" Cricket asks her gently. Before he can even finish the question, (Y/N) breaks down into tears.
She reaches across the bar to hug him.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you for saving me, Mathew!" She cries. He pauses at the mention of his real name. He hugs her back, feeling anger rise in his chest at the thought of someone hurting this, in his opinion, Angel.
"Hey, what was all that noise a little bit ago?" Charlie asks, coming up from the basement. (Y/N) breaks out of Cricket's hug and runs straight into Charlie's arms, sobbing into his chest. Cricket can't help but feel a pang of jealousy for a moment, before it fades away.
"Some guy was harassing her." Dee explains.
Dennis walks out of the office a moment later, pausing as he takes in the scene before him. (Y/N) sobbing and clinging to Charlie, Mac seething, Cricket with bloody knuckles, and Dee trying to catch her breath.
"What happened here?" He asks.
"We handled it. It's fine now." Mac explains.
"That's not what I asked, is it, bitch? I asked what the hell happened!" He screams, causing Mac and Cricket to recoil slightly.
"Some dude was harassing her. But Cricket and Mac stopped it and kicked the guy out." Dee explains. Dennis' expression softens.
"Is she hurt?" He asks. Charlie gently grabs her wrist to examine it.
"She's got a bruise, but other than that I think she's fine. You're fine, right?" Charlie asks the terrified woman whose face is buried in his chest. She nods, keeping her face hidden in his green jacket. After another moment of sniffling, she lets go of him and goes back to sit at the bar.
"I'm alright. Just shaken. I'm sorry to worry everyone." She says.
"We're just glad that you're alright!" Dee says, handing (Y/N) a glass of water and some napkins to dry her eyes.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Dennis asks, taking a seat next to her.
"Tacos?" (Y/N) asks, glancing up at Dennis with glossy eyes. The group laughs, and (Y/N) smiles.
"Let's go get tacos, then!"
