Scars Of The Wicked (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 7: Static

"All right." You shrugged. "Thanks."

~~~~~~later~~~~~~
"Hi!! I'm Cherri~"

"Hi, Cherri. I think I saw you the other day when I met Angel." You hummed, smiling at the pink and blonde cyclops in front of you. She furrowed her brow for a moment and then grinned widely in realization.

"Oh!! You're the one who showed off Angel at the club!" She exclaimed. You stifled a snicker into a mere smirk as you nodded, feeing Angels look of irritation boring into the side of your head.

"Yeah." You mused. "I'm Y/n."

"Angel's told me a bit a bout you! Well, what he knows anyway." She hummed in amusement and draped one arm over Angel Dust, who then grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him as Cherri lead the group off somewhere. "Come on then, let's go!"

The three of you had meandered around what one could describe as an outlet mall nearby, several stores consisting of clothes, accessories and attire as well as a few miscellaneous businesses. You spend maybe two, three hours out with them, surprisingly having a bit of fun with them. They seemed to appreciate a bit of mischief as much as you did. Especially Cherri. They told you stories of things they had done together and turf wars they had been in, and asked you about what your life was like.

You opened up a little, sharing a few things that had happened and the gist of how things were run but nothing exceptionally personal. You were still a little weary of getting close to people but you appreciated the opportunity to reminisce in your past. Besides, after all that Angel had done for you, you felt morally obligated to be kind to him and indulge him. He sort of reminded you of some of the people you used to know. So did Husk, for that matter.

"Hey toots?" Angel asked as you were walking out of another store. You adjusted the shopping bags that were hanging off your forearms and hummed in acknowledgment.

"Where'd you get the money for that outfit anyway?" Angel asked. "I figured when you said you didn't have much you meant like 20$. That was over 100-"

"I kinda won it off Husk and Alastor last night." You admitted with a sly smirk.

"You won it?" He reiterated.

"Husk and I were playing a card game, then Alastor joined in for a round and threw a hundred dollars into the bet, and... I won."

"You beat that fuckin' schmuck?" Cherri exclaimed, bursting out into a small fit of laughter. "I bet that hurt his ego. That's amazing."

"Honestly that's the only thing I cared about." You confessed. "The money was just a perk. I'm actually kinda nervous, he's the reason I'm supposed to be back soon. He offered to take me out tonight."

"Whyyyyy would you agree to that?" Angel asked, looking at you like you had told him the most absurd shit he had ever heard.

"Husk already gave me a lecture." You said. "I can't exactly back out of it now. But hey if I don't come out of my room tomorrow, you know who to interrogate."

"I'm rooting for ya." Angel sighed.

"Good luck." Cherri hummed, rolling a shoulder forward and feeling a microscopic amount of pity on your behalf before steering the subject to herself. "Man my thumb hurts. I think I fucked up my hand when I punched a dude in the face earlier." Cherri complained, examining her thumb as she flexed and relaxed it.