My Angel

10 - Just a Drink

Angela left the Hospital that day feeling rather confused on her feelings. She especially didn't understand why such a small interaction with her former co-worker caused her feelings to flip around.

Upon arriving at her small house, she decided to not think about what occurred earlier.

This, of course, didn't happen.

For the next hour, through every little activity she partook in, Angela still could not rid her mind of that woman.

It was even more strange since for the past few days all she could think about was the visit with Fareeha, so it befuddled her how even that was even pushed to the side as her brain was infected by the ginger's touch.

These feelings, though... they reminded her of an old memory.

"Good Morning, young lady. I don't believe we've met." A tall and lanky woman stretched her hand out, in front of Angela. "I'm Dr. Moira O'Deorain. I've recently transferred into the Blackwatch unit."

Angela stared at her a few moments longer before giving Moira's outstretched hand a shake.

Moira gave an odd grin.

"Well, may I know your name?"

"Angel.. Angela Ziegler," Angela stuttered embarrassingly.

"Well, which one is it?" Moira chuckled lightly. "I'll just call you Angel then."

Angela opened her mouth to protest, but Moira placed a single finger on Angela's lips. She smiled and turned around back down the hallway from which she came.

Angela still stood there, strangely entranced by the woman's odd behavior as she continued to replay the fresh events in her head.

Of all people why did she have a crush on this woman.

Angela smiled to herself as she relived the small memory. Of everyone. Of every lovely human being. Why did this..... this thing cause her to be so emotional. What made her so god damn special.

Angela sighed. She didn't know the answers, and she definitely didn't want to think about it, but, as always, her wishes are never met. She spent the rest of the night tossing and turning over her.

After a few hours she decided to go and drink instead.

*****

Moira woke up from a light nap with a wide yawn. Sitting up on the white couch, she found the tv to still be playing. Naruto and Sasuke were yelling at each other for some reason.

Picking up the remote, she sighed and turned the tv off. Maybe she'll continue later.

Moira groaned as she looked at the time, realizing it was only 6 p.m. She had gotten off work at 4 p.m. and continued her Naruto marathon at home, but barely saw any of it as she fell fast asleep.

She continued to stare firmly at her phone as she debated on whether or not to call it an early night, or go out. The couch was cozy, and she did still feel fairly tired.

Luckily, she didn't have to decide for her phone began to buzz.

"Moira?" A soft voice piped up from the other end

"Angela...." Moira's heart fluttered at the sound of her soft voice. "Why have you called me?"

A soft sigh could be heard from the other end before Angela responded.

"I.. I need a ride home.."

" A ride home? From where? "

"From the bar. The good bar."

"Oh.. Okay, i'll see you there. "

Angela muttered a low "yeah" before hanging up.

Moira sped down the long roadways as she made her way towards where Angela awaited. Several thoughts raced through her head as she did so, and her heart raced along with them.

The sunset outlined the bar's edges with a soft glow as she approached it, and it's neon sign flickered on, beckoning all to join in. The large glass windows glowed in the dim light of the bar, and showcased all the other souls who decided to grab a drink on this fine, Wednesday evening.

Locking her car, Moira made her way onto the cracked sidewalk. She, however, paused before opening the doors. Leaning on the side of the bar was a strangely familiar bicycle. Angela's bicycle. She chuckled slightly to herself at the sight. It was wasn't exactly the brightest idea, leaving a bike without a lock at an establishment that regularly had drunk customers.

Entering the bar, a few heads spun in her direction, something she was used to. It wasn't everyday that people saw a six foot ginger woman walking into a bar. She paid little mind to these people, and graciously made her way to the bar stools where a slouching blonde figure sat.

"Angela?" Moira murmured.

The woman twisted around. Her flushed face was adorned by several tendrils of blonde hair, most of which were shoved into an unkempt ponytail

"You came," Angela murmured as she continued to sip lightly at the bottle in her hand.

"Well I wasn't going to leave you here for some stranger to take you home," she chuckled as she sat at the bar stool next to her. "Are you ready to go home?"

Angela didn't respond and continued to stare dead ahead at the shelves behind the counter. The small moment of silence seemed to awkwardly stretch without end. With the small clunk of a bottle hitting the counter, Angela responded.

"Why do I like you."

Moira wasn't exactly expecting such a strange response.

"What are you-"

"Shhh!" Angela snapped.

"Why are -"

"No, no! Every time you talk I feel so... I can't deal with it." The rest of Angela's sentence ended in what Moira could only decipher as an array of German curses.

The eerie silence that followed ate up at Moira as she so desperately wanted to say something, but also didn't want to be shushed again by the clearly drunk Angela.

"I don't know if I should punch you or kiss you right now.."

Moira couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I would know which one I prefer."

Angela stared at her with watery eyes, and a deep frown.

It was like a sharp stab in the heart seeing Angela like this.

"Angel, what's wrong?" She murmured.

Angela knew she couldn't fight the feelings much longer. She was going to have to tell Moira eventually.

"Not here..." she whispered "not while I'm a mess like this."

Moira nodded and took Angela's hand in her own.

"Let's go home, my angel."