Cherri Bomb was sitting at the newly made bar. she swirled around her White Russian, not drinking it. she felt sad. it had only been three days ago that Sir Pentious, her weird-but-maybe-super-hot friend, died. she started staying at the Hazbin Hotel, despite not believing in the whole redemption thing. she hated the fact that she might've been attracted to such a stupid, deadbeat, loser guy. And now he was dead. what great luck she had!

"ugh," she hissed.