Third POV
For the first hour, y/n sat at the bar, slowly sipping on her drink as she watched Cherri and Angel go crazy, laughing. She would be lying if she wasn't slightly nervous about being out.
Every so often she would feel eyes on her and her eyes would, in turn, dart around trying to find the source. Only to find nothing and shake her head telling herself she was just being paranoid.
As she was lost in her thoughts Angel stumbled over to her, leaning his head on her shoulder and laughing hysterically. Y/n looked down with a half smile. "What's so funny?"
Angel shook his head, standing up straight and brushing off her question. "Nothin' Patchwork. come dance with us" he giggled. Y/n smiled, sighing, downing the rest of her drink, and hitting her face lightly before nodding and following him out on the floor to join Cherri.
Angel immediately busted out his dance moves alongside Cherri. Y/n laughed before joining them, not caring if she looked stupid, only focused on having fun. After a while the three demons went back up to the bar and started taking shots one by one.
Four shots in, y/n was giggling drunkenly, leaning on Angel. He smiled down at her before bending down "Hey. Maybe you should sit down and have some water yeah?"
Y/n nodded, sitting down and taking the glass he was holding out to her, thanking him as he walked off.
She spun to face the counter, sipping her water and falling back into her thoughts. They were mainly focused on Alastor.
She sighed, laying her head on the counter and she traced her finger around the rim of her glass.
What were they?
They had had little nicknames for each other. They had slept together once. He even stayed with her when she was unconscious and tried at every turn to protect her.
But the question she had.....was why?
Why did he do it?
He had told her he loved her and she him. But did he mean it? She did, from the depth of her heart. But did he really?
She sighed again, turning to rest her forehead on the counter, banging her head lightly. 'Stop you idiot. He's not the kind of guy.....I think.'
She dropped her hands to her lap, looking down and playing with her fingers. She heard Cherri and Angel whooping and having fun. She laughed halfheartedly before whispering.
"Man....I wish I could be that careless."
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FanfictionMeet y/n, a 22-year-old voice actor known for voicing psychotic characters. She lives in the middle of the woods in a beautiful log cabin with her two wolf pups, a female albino named Snow and a black wolf named Nightmare. Oh! Yeah. And she might be...
