Cherri Bomb was outside at a doof, a music festival, dancing to the beat. She held a bottle of Beelzejuice in her one hand while her other was held above her head as she bounced to the time of the music. She went to parties as often as she actually went home. Cherri Bomb hated to stay still or not do anything with her time. As she said, she'll rest enough when she dies!

Cherri Bomb's eye locked over at the bar section, immediately zoning in on someone who looked familiar. Her eye narrowed as she tried to think it over before it dawned on her. This was one of those sinners living at that hotel, the one Angel-Dust was staying in. Strange, this really didn't seem like the place for redemption.

"Alright, little drongo! What the hell are you doing here? Don't know if Little Miss.Sunshine would be too happy to see you here!" Cherri Bomb laughed loudly as she walked over, big smile on her face, showing off her sharp teeth.