It was an average night in Pentagram City. Cars whizzed through the streets with no care for the destruction they caused, but it was Hell, everyone was here for a reason, so people weren't exactly going to be kind of considerate.

Cherri was sat on top of a desolated building. It was broken, covered in spray paint and graffiti, but that was home for her, the comfortable, the familiar. She could now add this to her "turf" of Hell, where everyone knew that if you stepped a foot in the wrong direction, you'd get your head blown off.

Cherri was carelessly throwing her famous Cherry Bombs around her turf, watching as the abandoned buildings tumbled down on eachother, and the bright, vivid colours that came out of the explosions. She loved to destroy things.

Cherri could make out a figure on the floor of her territory. She paused before she was meant to throw a bomb down there, and the person was slightly disfigured by the billowing smoke. She smiled, placing the bomb in the complete opposite direction.

She didn't even put her hands over her ears for the eardrum-bursting BOOM — that's how used she had gotten to the sound over the years. Cherri could recognise that stupid twink build from anywhere. She hopped down off of her platform.

"Angie!" she yelled, excitedly, running over to Angel-Dust and playfully tackling him to the ground in a tight embrace. "I haven't seen you in ages! You should've called. I nearly blew ya' head off, you stupid bitch!" Cherri giggled.

"You've been working so much. I nearly had to pop into one of Val's horrible little nightclubs to try find ya'." Cherri laughed again, but the mention of Valentino made her and Angel feel..sick.