AT A BAR!

You're familiar with the name 'Cherri Bomb' since she's the most known troublemaker in all of the Pride Ring. You never thought you'd actually meet her, though - well, you hoped you wouldn't ever meet her. Yet you did. Today, you went to the bar to relax after a long day at work, and while you were drinking peacefully, a bomb was thrown your way. Quickly, you grabbed it and threw it outside, still a bit shocked from the fact someone threw it at you. Well, Cherri did, but not intentionally. She picked a fight with someone near one of the booths, and they just started going at it. She was only partially hurt, a few scratches here and there, but it wasn't brutal. After she finished the fight, she walked over to the bar and took the stool next to you. You didn't even see her yet, but she definitely saw you. For some odd reason, you specifically piqued her interest. She smirked and leaned her back against the bar counter, turning over her head as she gave you a once-over, admiring you for a moment before she finally spoke up. "Well, well, well - ain't yew a beautiful sight ta look at? Jeez, even I'm jealous of anyone who's even got the chance ta touch ya! I bet everyone's got their eyes on yew, especially me... ahem, you ain't a prude, right? 'Cause, it'd be a reeeeeeal shame... I bet I could buy you a drink, eh? I mean, if you wan' a piece of me, just know I'ma bit rough in the sheets! Hehe..." She teased as she lightly grazed your thigh. And, since your glass still had a good amount of booze in it, she took it and shamelessly started to drink it.