In the Light of the Moon

Part 3

Okay, so I'm sorry it's been so long since the last time I updated this story, it's just that I keep doubting that the story is going to do well and no many people seem interested, so I just keep thinking about stopping it all together, but idk... I guess I'll burn that bridge when I come to it
Anyway, enjoy this next part of the story...

It had been three days since Charlie had asked you to be her wing woman and she had not yet left the bunker apart from when she went on little runs to the nearest town for groceries with whichever one of the boys wasn't beaten up bad enough from a case that they couldn't drive.
This, of course, meant that you hadn't left the bunker, either. You were still stuck drinking a few on the night and then waking up to a giant mess all over the main living space of the bunker, which you had to then clean up. Obviously.

You were sick of this continuous cycle and wanted to just get out of the bunker for once, so you got some money together (which had belonged to your vessel before the twisted fluffy winged dickhead tore her life from her body leaving you with the money she had earned in her lifetime and the knowledge of how to get the rest of it from the bank account she had) and walked out of the bunker with your coat, to the car that was also your vessel's, once.

You got the keys out of your coat pocket and slid into the driver's seat, started the car and set your iPhone's SatNav for the closest bar to the bunker. As you drove you felt kinda bad for not inviting Charlie, but you figured an evening out for yourself shouldn't be too bad. You were sure she'd be fine with it.

You entered the first bar & restaurant you saw and ordered a meal and your first drink of the night. The bar you had encountered was actually very alive. Quite a few couples and groups of friends sat around eating while there were others scattered around by the bar and on the dance floor as well as some people on a little stage doing karaoke. There was a very chilled-out vibe about the place and it wasn't long before some people came over dancing and chatting and a couple of guys actually bought you drinks, which you thought was quite kind of them.
Quite kind until one of the guys got a bit handsy with you when you got out out on the dance floor, that's when you decided that you didn't particularly like dancing around strangers. You began to walk away when one man caught your hand and tried to pull you close to him again, his hands travelling over your body as you struggled to free yourself from his grip.

"Let go of me!" You tried to yell over the music so that someone would help, but everyone around you was so drunk, they were in their own worlds: dancing and moving with each other. No one was paying attention to your discomfort. All of a sudden you heard a smash and felt liquid pouring over your arms, you freaked out wondering what the hell was happening when the man's arms dropped from your body and he wobbled a bit before crashing to the ground.

"I really hate assholes like that. Always so touchy-feely in all the wrong ways." You heard a familiar voice declare.
You looked away from the unconscious man on the floor and there she was, warm dim light showering her body. Charlie had found you. Charlie had knocked a pervert unconscious for you. Charlie had saved you.

Were you maybe thinking about it too much? Definitely. Were you maybe praising her a bit too much? Definitely not. The only other people who had helped you in such a way were your family; the angels. Now, here you were, as a human, looking to another human as if she were an angel and, oh boy, was she the most beautiful of all angels Heaven could hold.