Angels and Demons ~MiniCat

Chapter 4

Random Ass Picture FTW
Craig's/MiniLadd's POV
       'Beep' 'Beep' 'Beep' I opened my eyes, stretching my wings as well as my arms and legs. Well I don't have any clothes other than the ones I'm wearing so I don't really need to do anything other than leave. I'm probably going to need to take my alarm clock to work so none of the animals carry it off.
       I grabbed my alarm clock and stuffed it in my jacket pocket. I smiled to my self and jumped off of the ground, taking off. I flew to the alley way I used to change yesterday and made my wings disappear. I pulled the clock out of my pocket and looked at the time. 12:30... I have 30 minutes to get to the bar and get my uniform from Brock. That gives me just enough time!
        I put the clock back in my pocket and jogged my way to the bar. I arrived and walked in. "Hey Brock? I'm here to get my uniform." I called, walking to his office. When I walked in, I saw that he was looking at one of the picture frames he had laying on the desk. "Brock?" I questioned.
       His head snapped up, facing me. "Oh! Sorry Craig! I didn't realize you were here! Let me go get your uniform!" He apologized, walking towards the door. "Wait!" I said, grabbing his wrist. He looked back at me, and that's when I felt a strong, sad sensation jolt through my body.
       When an Angel touches another being, they can feel their emotions, so when I grabbed Brock's wrist I could feel his sadness. "Are you okay?" I asked. He was shocked for a moment, but he hung his head. "Yeah, I'm fine." He lied. "I know your lying. What's wrong?" I pried. Brock let out a long sigh and walked back to his desk, picking up the photo he was just looking at.
       He handed it to me, trying his best not to cry. I looked at the picture and saw Brock with another man. The man wore a military uniform and he was kissing Brock's cheek. "It's my boyfriend, Brian. He's in the military and they won't let him come back. He's been gone for around a year and a half. I'd be surprised if he even knows who I am let alone remember our relationship..." Brock said, letting tears stream down his face.
       Us Angels can do other things as well. We can also heal the mental state of other beings. In other words, if someone it sad, lonely, scared, or angry... We can make them happy again, but it only lasts for an hour or so. As great as that sounds, it comes with a cost. They'll know we're Angels.
       I put my hands on Brock's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "Craig? What are you doing?" Brock questioned. I didn't answer, I just stood there. My eyes turned into a glowing snow white. My wings appeared on my back and a bright, white light filled the room. My halo took it's rightful place on my head. "C-Craig?!" Brock exclaimed.
       I wiped his tear stained cheeks as a white light outlined both of our bodies. We both began to float in the air as the healing process finished. We slowly drifted back to the floor as the light disappeared, leaving the room the way it was. My halo disintegrated above my head and my eyes changed back to their normal color.
       My wings were the only proof we had that this actually happened. "C-Craig?!" Brock stutter, but froze. I smiled. It worked. Brock began to laugh causing me to laugh with him. "What did you do?! How did you do that?! I haven't felt this way since Brian and I had our first kiss!" Brock shouted, dumbfounded.
       "I have my ways." I said, making my wings disappear. "So... Where's my uniform?" I questioned. "Oh! Right! Let me go get it!" Brock stated, running out of the room. I crossed my arms, proud of my accomplishments.
       He came back with a black and white tuxedo. "Here ya go!" He said, handing me the tux. "Thanks!" I thanked him. "No, I should be thanking you! How did you do that?!" Brock asked. I shook my head. "Like I said before, I have my ways." I grinned.
Time Skip to 6:00
       I stood at the counter, watching all of the drunkards dance, grind, and drink their worries away. As I was watching, I saw two men around my age walk into the bar. They walked over to the counter and sat at the two barstools in front of me. "Time to see what your alcohol tolerance is!" The shorter man said to the taller one.
       The shorter man looks to be Columbian. He has his hair slicked back. The taller man was buff, tan, and gorgeous. He has dark brown hair and eyes that any man or woman would kill for.
       "Two shots of Whiskey, please?" The Columbian asked. "Coming right up, gentlemen." I said before grabbing two shot glasses and filling them with Whiskey. I passed them to the two men and the both chugged them down. I wonder what alcohol tastes like?
       Several shots of Whiskey and Vodka later, the two were completely wasted. Brock walked over to me and pat my back. "You're pretty good at this." He commented. I chuckled and looked at the clock. "It's 8:00!" I stated causing Brock to giggle. "Welp, that means it's slow dance hour!" Brock said before nodding at the DJ.
       The DJ nodded back and changed the music to a calmer, more romantic tune. "Slow dance hour?" I questioned. "Yeah, every night at 8:00 we have slow dance hour! It's where we calm the place down a bit and takes a break on their beverages to dance with their significant other. Or in some cases some random ass person. During this time, all of the employees go on break and have fun with the drunks." Brock explained.
       I nodded and looked around the room. Just as Brock was walking away, someone entered the bar. I looked and noticed that it was the man from the picture, Brian was his name. "Hey Brock!" I called. Brock turned around and looked at me. I pointed in Brian's direction and Brock froze. He grew closer and closer to us. "Brock... You're just as beautiful as you were when I left." Brian said, holding out his arms. Brock broke down in tears and jumped into Brian's arms. "I missed you so much!" Brock yelled, pulling Brian into a kiss.
       I smiled at the tear jerking scene and sat down on one of the bar stools. The two left to the floor and danced together. I guess Brock is reunited with his significant other. I wish I had someone to love like that. Now that I'm on Earth I'm on my own. I let out a sighed and closed my eyes.
       I felt a presence next to me so I looked to see the tall man from earlier. "You seem lonely. Care to dance?" The man asked, holding his hand out to me. I grinned and gladly took his hand, walking to the dance floor. I looked around and saw that his shorter friend was dancing with the DJ.
       "So what's your name?" The man questioned, wrapping his hands around my waist. "Craig. Yours?" I answer, wrapping my arms around his neck. "That's a nice name. I'm Tyler." He responded. I smiled.
This was an EXTREMELY eventful chapter! We've got some MiniCat, TerrorSnuckle, and Lui + the DJ action! Who's the DJ? Tell me who you think it is in the comments!