"If she dies, I have nothing left to life for." said Charlie. "I'd probably kill myself."
"You can't do that." said a girl's voice from the door. "Not all dogs go to Heaven anymore. Killing yourself would only prevent yourself from going."
"It's as boring as Hellsinki anyways." Charlie said to himself.
"Would you rather go to Hell?" asked the voice, getting closer.
"How did you hear me?" asked Charlie.
"Ears that can hear a thought and fight like a brave." said the voice, who was a brown whippet with long, black hair and a green dress. She was right beside him.
"I think I'm gonna just... Cherry, is it?" asked Itchy.
"Yes." said Cherry.
"Put it on Charlie's tab." said Itchy.
"Don't worry about it." said Cherry. "Today, everyone eats free."
"Alright." said Itchy. "Thank you." he said and turned to Charlie. "Can you bring us our drinks? We'll be at me and Bess's apartment."
"Will do, Itchy." said Charlie.
The whippet watched as Itchy walked out the door.
"Say, what's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?" asked the whippet.
"If you don't like my shop, you can just get out!" said Cherry.
"You don't know a joke from seriousness." said the whippet.
"Who are you?" asked Charlie.
"Angela Stewart." said the whippet.
"I can do this." said Charlie, looking down.
Angela looked at Cherry.
"Two malts, please!" she said.
Cherry just gave an angry look and did so.
"You look like you've lost your best friend." said Angela.
"I think I'm losing my wife." said Charlie.
"I can be your girl." said Angela and began rubbing Charlie's shoulder.
"Don't touch me." said Charlie, slapping Angela's paw off his shoulder.
"DON'T SLAP ME, BOY!" Angela said with her claw under Charlie's chin.
"You don't seem angel-like." said Charlie.
"You keep peace in here or you can never come back!" said Cherry.
"Very well." said Angela and retracted her claw. "Peace it is. I just don't like it when people hit me." she said and sat back down.
Cherry walked over to the table with the malts.
"Here's your malts, bitch." said Cherry.
Angela gave Cherry an angry look. As Charlie was looking down and Cherry's back was turned, Angela put things that almost looked like oregano in one of them and stirred it to where it dissolved and pushed it toward Charlie.
"Your wife will probably be okay." said Angela.
"Then why are you trying to make me cheat?" asked Charlie and took a drink of his malt.
A few seconds later, he fell onto the ground.
"Because it's just who I am." said Angela.
"What did you do!" Cherry shouted in Angela's face.
Angela just smiled and spoke.
"Nothing."
"You're lying to me!" said Cherry.
"I AM a liar." said Angela.
"Who are you really?" asked Cherry.
"Isabelle Lewis." said Angela.
"Belladonna!" said Cherry. "I should've known!"
"And who are you really?" asked Belladonna. "Annabelle?"
"No." said Cherry. "You should remember. I was your best friend before you poisoned the school lunch with belladonna."
"You should've died." said Belladonna.
"I did." said Cherry. "But I went to Heaven."
Charlie got back up from the floor.
"You wanna get a room, sweetie?" Belladonna asked Charlie.
"Sure, sugarbuns!" said Charlie.
Belladonna looked back with a red glare in her eyes at Cherry as they walked out.