How's that for a crackship? XD
So when I started writing this (as of now) short-lived fic, I had been REALLY getting into the Loona/Cherri Bomb ship. I don't know why, I just loved it and still have soft spot for it to this day; It's just a fun contrast. We have Loona, this closed-up, seemingly cold and sarcastic goth girl, who secretly is insecure and wants friends, and then Cherri Bomb the bombastic, hotheaded, lively, and devil-may-care daredevil, who loves living in the moment and not caring what anyone thinks about her. I can just imagine then going for drinks, talking shit about people they hate, and then blowing up shit for their entertainment, and I just enjoy it. It's cute.
It has since been overthrown by other ships as my OTP for them, but I still enjoyed it enough to dedicate this series to them. Hope you guys like it.
And thanks to an_undead_gamer_45 over at Archive of Our Own for helping with the title.
Cover Art: Tejedora7 on Twitter
So this was Pentagram City huh? Well going by the smell and amount of perves, it was good she wasn't missing much.
Loona flipped off a monkey sinner asking for her tits, as she slapped a poster on a nearby building. Even here, everyone was either fucking perv or a racist shit.
The only reason the hellhound was even here was because of work. With business slowing down, Blitzo decided to steer up some interest for I.M.P. with a large, expensive marketing campaign, that was bound to cost them more money than they would earn. Generously borrowing a small cut of their salaries, the imp got to work printing over four hundred, poorly drawn, misspelled and crude posters advertising their company. Looking at it in disbelief, Loona figured It would've been a miracle if anyone actually took this seriously.
Once the posters were done, Blitzo's next step was to hang them up at the big capital of the Ring of Pride and Hell itself. Pentagram City. That part at least made sense, advertising their business where sinners were most prominent and likely to seek revenge. Though, that meant wasting several gallons of gas on the 4-hour drive to the central hub. Upon arriving he had them split up to cover more ground and distribute the posters easier. Blitzo took the Northern part, Millie the East, and Moxxie the South.
And that left Loona where she was now, wandering through the Western end, setting up dumb posters no one was going to look at, wasting time she should've spent texting her friends, browning the internet, hanging at Stylish Occult, or drinking.
FUCK, she needed a drink right now. Her feet were killing her. The hellhound had only been at this for a few minutes, and she was already getting the usual racist remarks about being a filthy kennel mutt or offered sex by random furry fuckers, who couldn't keep their claws to themselves. She tried to ignore them out, as she lazily put up another flyer, not bothering to pick it up as it slipped from the wall. Loona knew the Pentagram would be just as bad as Imp City, if not worse, but having to deal with all of that, while doing this monotonous work was really eating at her last nerves, and she wasn't even halfway done yet. The hellhound tried to unsuccessfully drown it all by focusing on her phone, but there was only so much she could take.
At least, the hellhound growled: "Fuck it," as she began carelessly hanging up posters with more vigor, without a hint of effort into it; sometimes putting up several right next to each other. Loona didn't care about the order or even where she was going. The sooner she was out of posters, the sooner she could get a drink and be done with this mess. In her haste, Loona long since stopped noticing, or seemingly caring, that she was walking into a much more rundown and ruined part of the neighborhood. As long as things didn't get worse-
A sudden hoofed hand reached out from the nearby ally, grabbing the distracted hellhound by her hair and throwing her to the ground, causing her to drop her phone and lose all her posters in the process. The tumble wasn't too rough, more of an inconvenience than painful; but the hellhound still cursed in pain, angry at losing focus like that, as she went to pick herself back up.
"Well, well, wellie-wellie well, what do we got here boys?!" A low, slimy voice cooed from behind her, while a large gathering of voices laughed behind him. "Ain't every day we get a pretty little bitch like yourself down these parts. What? Did you take a wrong turn at the kennel? And here I thought, we wouldn't have any fun 'til after clean up."
Looking over her shoulder, Loona saw a short sinner standing over her, a posse of former humans gathered around him, each of them with some kind of a gun or weapon in their hands. He was a lean, goatman, both his horns broken in half, his emotionless rectangular eyes staring down at her as a lustful grin grew on his lips. "Don't you know better than to step into a kingpin's turf? Especially if you're the disgusting second-class?" He stepped over her fallen form, preventing Loona from rising up further. "I'm afraid you wanna be here, you're gonna have to pay the toll toots." He pulled out a switchblade and moved it towards her halter top. "And luckily for us, we're each gonna take-"
Before the goat had a chance to react, the hellhound's teeth sank into his hand. It wasn't enough to break the sinner's skin, but his shriek of pain as he dropped the knife was music to her ears. Jumping onto her feet, Loona slammed her fist into the bastard's throat, forcing a choked cry from the goatman, before smashing her foot into his manhood. The filthy deviant had just enough time to recover, to see himself thrown into his pile of goons, knocking the weaker ones down along with him.
With most of them distracted and knocked down, Loona went to bolt away to the opposite end, only for more of the goatman's goons to cut her off from her exit. She tried the other nearby road, only for that path to be blocked by a large, muscular humanoid sinner, glaring down at her. From behind her, the goatman chuckled painfully, as he struggled back onto his feet. "Ooooh, you shouldn't have done that bitch," he spat venomously, as he and his gang moved towards her, him pulling out an uzi from its holster. "Now, we're gonna have to be extra rough with you."
Her exits blocked and grossly outnumbered, Loona bit back her fear, growled defiantly, and got ready for an unwinnable fight, the goons aiming their weapons at the hellhound.
However, none of them got a chance to touch the trigger, as the sound of something skipping across the pavement street, drew their attention. Everyone watched as a small round ball hopped over towards them, like a pebble across a pond, eventually landing right at their feet. With a small sniff, Loona could detect the smell of fire, a hint of glitter, lithium chloride, and gunpowder.
A bomb!
The hellhound had just enough time to curse and duck into the alley corner, shoving aside the distracted sinner blocking the path, making it behind cover by a larger dumpster, just as the fuse burnt away.
BOOOOOOOM!
Everything turned bright pink, as the small posse of sinners were blown back by the large flash of flames. Loona's quick reaction, allowed her to come out unscathed by the blast, whereas most of the sinners looked much worse for wear; the goatman and a few of his toughest guys were covered in soot, moaning in pain, and their ears and eyes having taken a hit from the light and noise, while several were sporting small wounds or even missing limbs and the three closest to the blast had been rendered bloodied and unconscious.
It was then a laugh cut through the noise, as someone emerged from the explosion with a murderous smile. "Seriously, Shaun? It's bad enough, that you try to step on my turf and cause shit for the fourth time in a row; but now you're doing the alleyway, gangbang rapist move too? I know you were uninspired and a fucking creep, but come on! At this point, you're just asking to die."
The sinners either growled or whimpered at the sound of the newcomer. Even Loona, who wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out, was intrigued. Hesitantly she looked from her hiding spot and felt her become starstruck at the sight of her rescuer.
The cyclops' pale pink hair was held up in a ponytail, the top was accented with a bright yellow. Her sole bright reddish pink eye was covered with mascara and with a pale yellow x for a pupil. She had a mouth filled with sharp, shark-like teeth, her face & shoulder were cutely freckled and her skin was a pretty white, except for the series of tattoos on her right arm. Clad in cut-up leggings, a red skirt, crop top and gloves, and a single large boot, the sinner smiled at her invaders, as pink flames danced in the background and a round bomb bounced off her hand.
Loona looked at the vaguely familiar woman in silent awe, watching as the light from the flames highlighted the woman's exotic appearance and unbridled confidence, in a way that fully absorbed her attention. After a long beat of amazed silence, the hellhound managed out a single:
"Woah."
The Goatman and his buddies had a different reaction. Their leader, now named Shaun, growled furiously. Behind him his goona started backing away in fear, and panicking their minds out:
"Oh fuck. Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, not that psycho again!"
"Boss, we gotta get outta here!"
"No way in Hell, I'm taking on Cherri Bomb!"
"Awww, you boys remember me? I'm touched," The woman, sporting a noticeable Australian accent, mocked with a smart-aleck smirk before her eye narrowed and she pulled out another bomb. "And very sorry for you. I mean come on Shaun! I figured after I blew off your horns and sent half of your pussyfoot dicks to the next town over, you'd have enough brain cells, to stay the fuck outta my turf! Guess somebody, needs a few more lessons."
Instead of panicking like the rest of his squad, Shaun started smiling wickedly, at the girl's threat and chuckled darkly. "Oh, I didn't forget our last encounter toots. That's why this time, I invited some friends over." The goatman snapped his hoofed fingers, and almost like magic four cars parked up near the streets, with several more goons coming out, all of them sporting weapons that were aimed at the now surprised one-eyed bomber. "Now, be a doll and just stand still, so we can make this nice and easy, okay?"
If the cyclops was at all worried by the sudden turn, she did not show it. In fact, she seemed a little excited by it, drawing out another bomb, waiting for the right moment to raise Hell. Loona however was far less confident in the situation. Her only relief was that the gang of sinners lost sight of her from her hiding space, and had seemingly forgotten all about her, as the rumblings of a gang war started.
But despite her growing dread, Loona found herself unable to run or look away from the scene. She couldn't tell if it was due to fear holding her back or from the sheer confidence and devil-may-care attitude of that mysterious woman drawing her attention. There she was, the odds stacked horribly against her, and yet didn't even break a sweat. It was absolutely awe-inspiring. Who the hell was this Cherri Bomb? Why did that name sound familiar? And how was she not shitting herself right now?
Loona went to flee from the scene, when she spotted a machine gun close by her feet, most likely dropped by one of the sinners after the bomb went off. She slowly went for it, taking brief glances around her to make sure she wasn't being watched. And in the process, kept getting small glimpses of this mysterious woman who had saved her.
Still, no one had noticed Loona. She could easily just sneak away and get out before the fighting even started. Heck, she'd even get a free gun out of it. This Cherri Bomb, whoever she was, could take care of herself from the looks of it. Sure, the cyclops had saved her life, but that didn't mean she owed her or anything. Besides, this was sinner business. She didn't have any involvement in whatever was going on. Right now, it was time to get the fuck out of dodge…
…any second now.
It looked like they were right about to start killing each other. Now was the perfect time to get out. The cyclops still didn't look worried. She had got this. Despite the equally confident attackers. And the overwhelming numbers. Sinners were practically indestructible. She'd be fine. Loona was a hellborn. She wouldn't be.
Yep, definitely, time to leave. It was either that or die. And she didn't want to die.
Time to fucking leave!
…
…
Why wasn't she leaving?
Satan damn it, now was not the time for fucking cold feet! This was a sinner turf war. The goatman had just given the signal to fire and her savior was preparing to hurl her bombs. The only way she was getting out of this alive, was by moving right the fuck now! So stop standing there and move already!
And so she finally moved.
Loona moved right for the machine gun, grabbed it, and fired a hail of bullets at the group of sinners.
Before she could even stop herself, Loona had already emptied out the machine gun's magazine and knocked down almost half of the gathered goons, and riddled most of their cars with bullets. All the while missing Cherri Bomb.
When the gun finally clicked, the hellhound nearly dropped the gun, not believing she had just done that. FUCK! This was not what she had planned. Why the fuck didn't she run? Now she was officially dead! The rest of the gang were already turning towards her, with their weapons and glares.
And then Cherri, equally as surprised by the sudden turn, started smiling excited, curious, impressed, and thankful. With a loud and short laugh, she cackled: "Now there's a girl who knows how to fucking party! Come on boys, let's WRECK this shit!" Her bombs flew into the crowd and went off with a POP! Pink smoke filled the streets, clouding the gang's sight and leaving them completely open. Even Loona was caught off guard for a while, as the sounds of bullets and exclamations of pain rang out from the smoke. From the fog of pink, a pair of Tommy guns land near her feet, the hellhound scrambling to pick them up.
And with that, the streets erupted into chaos, as bombs, bullets, fire, and fists were thrown. It didn't take long for the hellhound to adapt, shooting at various sinners with her gifted guns, beating them back when they got too close; all the while the cyclopes sinner hurled bombs and stomped on them with her large boot. It seemed to two had entered an unspoken alliance, leaving the gang easy pickings for the demolitions expert and the hellhound.
But it was still far from an easy win, as the numbers started to add up. Shaun the Goatman was still around, wanting to personally kill the cyclops sinner, and the few goons he had left, were clearly the most intelligent and dangerous of his posse. Despite his small size, Shaun was able to take on Cherri Bomb up close, as the two threw punches and kicks, in between the carnage. It wasn't long before they started taking hits, Loona getting plenty of bruises and cuts for her trouble and coming close to breaking something, on several occasions. The hellhound began to realize that if they didn't do something fast, there was a strong chance she and the sinner were going to die.
And thankfully, it seemed that Cherri had realized this too, interrupting her fight with Shaun, as she dropped a small stun grenade. The flashbang disorienting the group, as well as Loona thanks to the hound's ears, long enough for the sinner to catch up to the hellhound. She grabbed her hand, much to the surprise of the hellhound, who could feel her cheeks warm and her tail slightly wag from the touch, as she lead Loona behind the dumpster.
"Hey! You alright there?!" Cherri asked in a quick hurry, as the hellhound shook away the ringing from the flashbang, before nodding. The sinner nodded back and said: "Listen, I gotta plan to take care of these punks, but I'm gonna need your help. You know how to use a bazooka?"
"Wha-what?" Mumbled Loona, unprepared for the odd question, before nervously lying with some faux confidence. "I mean, s-sure, totally!"
The sinner didn't seem to notice, as she flashed her a pleased smile. "Good," Cherri handed Loona a small two-handed rocket launcher, the hellhound caught off guard by the unexpected weight on her hands. "Alright, I'm gonna herd these assholes nicely into the open. You find someplace up high and away from all of this. There's a ladder to this building at the right corner, should take you up to the roof. Once you're there and when I've got them all gathered up, I'll give you a signal to let loose with my little present, that'll get these dicks out of our hair permanently. Sound good?"
Loona gulped at the girl's plan, both for the massive risk and the responsibility of it. One wrong move, just a few meters away and it might be all over for the both of them. Definitely for her. She wasn't a sinner. If she fucked this up she'd be dead for real! And she'd never handled a bazooka before. Weapons and machine guns sure, but a rocket launcher? She left that to Blitzo. And this thing was already feeling heavier than anything she was used to. And…that smell. Was there angel metal inside? What the fuck was this thing? There was no way she could do this.
Until she looked at Cherri and noticed she was looking at her, without a hint of skepticism or doubt. Even though they had just met, Loona could tell the sinner had the utmost confidence that she could do this and that they would make it out alive. It was just enough for the hellhound to steel up her nerves and go with it. "Alright, I'm in. What's the signal?"
Cherri just giggled devilishly, taking out the pins of two grenades with a mischievous smile. "Trust me, you'll know it when you see it." Pulling out the pins with her teeth, she jumped into the fray, hurling the two explosives at the group, without care for her own safety, leaving Loona with the bazooka.
It didn't take her long to find the ladder Cherri had mentioned, and thankfully nothing stopped her climb. Carrying the bazooka was mostly without hassle; the rocket launcher came with a sling long enough for it to easily be slung over her shoulder. It was just a bit of a pain carrying it all the way, and Loona had to be careful, as to not accidentally fire it.
Once on the roof, the hellhound carefully handled the weapon as she overlooked the battle. To her amazement despite being outnumbered and overwhelmed, the one-eyed sinner had no trouble handling the legions of goons coming her way. She just kept throwing bomb after bomb, and occasionally a punch or a devastating kick, as she subtly herded them together right at the center of the street. All the while, never losing her cool or devil-care attitude for a second.
Loona watched it all in silence, captivated by the fight. All her life she had wished for this level of confidence. She only felt this confident at work, where most of her peers were either lame or irritating. Put her in a room of strangers, and it didn't take long for her cool persona to start falling apart. She remembered back to that party in Gluttony she had attended with Vortex, where she spent most of her time feeling awkward and uncomfortable, not knowing how to talk to anyone there. So much so, that she had Blitzo pick her up an hour through. She only pretended to be cold and stoic; give her enough pressure and she'd crumble.
But this lady though? She was in total control of the situation. Even with dozens of enemies all clawing at her with guns, knives, and other weapons, somehow with only her fists and a handful of bombs, she was holding her own. Not only that, but she was practically dancing around them, throwing the explosives and toying with her prey, leading them right where she wanted. It was like she had no fear of death. Even back when Loona fought through the leagues of agents, they were only regular humans with Edo-Period weapons, and she had the rest of the team on her side. As much as Loona hated to admit it, the hellhound knew, she'd probably never be able to take on so many sinners on her own. And here was this…woman, doing all of that with the same confident, trickster smile she had shown her a while back; knowing without a doubt she'd come out alive. Even as the group started to surround her, starting to get in some hits, leaving her singled out and closed in, bruises started to form. The hellhound couldn't take her eyes off of her. It was an incredible sight to behold.
Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt, by a piercing sound from the battlefield. A firework shot from inside the crowd, flying high into the air until it blew up into a bright red POP!
That was it! The signal! But what about Cherri? Loona hadn't seen her make it out. Was she still there? Did she survive? Would she make it out in time? What if the blast killed her too? The hellhound struggled to find any sign of her, amongst the other sinners, growing worried she might've already died or if she'd kill her doing this.
Then she remembered her confident smile from before. And reluctantly aimed as best as she could and pulled the tricker.
Loona was nearly rocked onto her back, from the recoil of the blast, as a single rocket flew from the chamber into the crowd, leaving behind a trail of holy-smelling smoke. The gang had just enough time to look at the oncoming grenade in confusion, while a beaten up, but still alive Cherri to pushed through the crowd and out of the way before it slammed into the ground.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The resulting explosion practically set the street on fire. The golden fireball nearly blinded Loona, as the flames spread to the nearby buildings, cars were sent flying through the air and the ground shook like the earth was going to tear open from beneath them; even all of Loona's dropped posters went flying into the sky, one of them right into her face. Whatever that rocket was, it was powerful and holy. Every last one of the goons caught was immediately evaporated or blown into bloody chucks. Loona could even see Shaun's badly burnt head going flying off, while the rest of him burnt up into ash.
The hellhound watched the fire spread and grow, long after the initial boom. She was so caught up in the explosion, she nearly jumped in by surprise when Cherri's laugh came from behind her. The wounded but still alive sinner, walked over to greet her with an impressed smile, lightly punching her shoulder as she did. "Way to go, girl! I knew you'd pull it off perfectly."
She said it so carelessly, despite being moments away from almost permanently dying. Not to mention her body being covered in bruises, blood dripping from her mouth, and a faint limp in her left leg. Loona was relieved to see her alive but very concerned at the various injuries covering Cherri. "Unholy fuck! I thought you were dead! A-are you okay? Do you need like some painkillers or something?" The hellhound started getting nervous, unsure of what to do. There weren't any hospitals in Pride, mainly due to sinner being almost indestructible.
"What, all this?" The sinner laughed carelessly, before letting out a small dismissive puff, as she sat next to Loona, wiping away the blood with her sleeve. "Please, it'll go away in about 20 minutes. 10 if I'm lucky. I've been in way worse scraps than this shit. Fuck, this ain't even the worst one of this week."
"Oh…shit. Well, that's good to know…t-that you'll be fine, I mean. Not the whole fighting stuff." Loona quickly corrected, with a faint hint of embarrassment, then asked: "Do you do this kinda thing often?"
Cherri looked at her curiously, at the question, an amused hint growing on her smile. "So, it's not often we see hellborn around this part of Pentagram City. What brings you here?"
"Oh, I'm just doing some work for this company I'm working at. We were all here advertising our business to some sinners, with these," Loona answered handing the cyclops the poster, that had been blown onto her face. "I don't if you've heard about I.M.P., but-"
"Oh shit, you're part of those imps, that kill people up in the living world?" The sinner whistled impressed, as she looked at the filer. "I heard rumors about you guys, but I didn't that was real. Shit girl, you must've gotten into some crazy fights up topside huh?"
Loona blushed at the sinner's enthusiasm, tail starting to twitch, grabbing onto her hair as she answered. "Y-y-yeah. Like, there was this one crazy time, I had to save some of the guys with one of my coworkers from some nerdy government agents, who only used ninja weapons. Had to practically kill our way through, just to finally get to them. And then we had to off the rest of them as we escaped. I even managed to decapitate two of 'em with a chain."
"Hah! Serves'em right! The more stooges the big man loses the better!" The sinner laughed cheerfully at the thought, grinning wildly as she playfully punched the hellhound again. "I've got to invite you guys, next time there's a turf war. Killing wannabe Overlords will be twice as fun with some extra help around. Especially if it's from you."
"T-t-thanks. S-sounds fun," the hellhound said nervously, a bit unsure about the idea, but appreciating the compliment. She extended her hand out to Cherri. "I'm Loona."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Name's Cherri Bomb." The cyclops shook with a charming smile. "OH! And you dropped this by the way." Cherri tossed something to Loona; the hellhound caught it, discovering it was her cracked but still working hellphone. "Shit, I could use a fucking drink right about now. You know, there's a good bar a few streets from here. Loud, bombastic, hellhoundfriendly and they're kind enough to offer me good discounts on their wares! Whatcha say I treat us both to some drink?"
Loona looked away shyly, while her tail started wagging uncontrollably. Judging by the playful grin, Cherri had noticed, further flustering the hellhound. Here was this confident, bombastic, devilish woman asking her out for drinks. The blushing hellhound's social awkwardness began rearing its ugly head, still having no idea what to say and struggling to stay cool. Even after befriending Vortex, and later Octavia, and attending parties with him, Loona still struggled to make friends, even among her fellow hellhounds. How was this making her more uncomfortable?
Before she could finally answer, Loona was interrupted by the sudden buzz from her phone. With all the nervous tension in the air, the hellhound was more than eager to check it, to find some distraction from it all. When she saw the mountain of missed calls and texts from Blitzo, asking her none stop if she was okay and away from the battle, it was almost a relief to hear.
She quickly texted that she was fine and was heading to the meeting point. "S-sorry, I've gotta go. Gotta check up with my coworkers, they're getting worried about me. And knowing my boss he'll probably tear the city down looking for me. Maybe another time?"
The sinner pouted disappointed. "Seriously? Ugh, that's lame." But, she dismissed it soon enough, putting on a smile as she climbed back up her. "Aw well, some other time then. I was planning on checking with my friend anyway." With a running start, Cherri leaped to the nearby building and parkoured into the distance. But not before turning to the hellhound one last time, with a friendly grin and calling out: "It's been a blast meeting you LooLoo! We've GOT to do this again sometime."
The hellhound watched her go until she disappeared from her view. Or at least until three more buzzes from her phone, courtesy of Blitzo, alerted her to finally start regrouping with her coworkers.
"LOONIE!" Blitzo cried out in fear and relief, as he practically tackled Loona to the ground with a hug and a shower of kisses. As expected he was a complete paranoid wreck, checking her for bruises with frightened tears in his eyes, like she had just been shot. "Oh thank Satan you're okay. I thought I lost you sweet pie. What happened out there? Did you get hurt? Awww fuck, look at you! You're all bruised up! We've got to get you to a doctor stat! Did that fucking bitch Jerry Bob do this to you? Oh, I swear I'm gonna fuck them SO HARD for this-"
The hellhound just rolled her eyes annoyed and pushed her father figure off of her. "Will you relax, you big baby? I'm perfectly fine and more than capable of taking care of myself, alright?"
"I should hope so," Moxxie sighed quietly. "The turf wars of the Pentagram take almost as many lives as Extermination Day. You're lucky it wasn't anything like that city toppling skirmish between that Snake man and the Spider porn star, or you might've not even made it out alive."
"I know, right?" Millie cried out in disappointment. "Can you imagine how lucky you are? I'd give anything to be caught in one of those wars. Shit, now I wish I'd taken the Western side! What I wouldn't give, to test out old Betsy on those ex-human filths."
"Wow, really feeling the love here. Trust me, you crazy old lady, I sure as fuck didn't feel lucky to be there," Loona grumbled, crossing her arms and glaring annoyed at the imp. She had barely survived that crazy fight, and here was this bitch complaining she wasn't there too. Then again, at least the fight would've been easier or she wouldn't have even gotten caught in it. And she wouldn't have run into…her.
"Well, either way, I can safely say this marketing plan has been a rousing success!" Declared Blitzo proudly, jumping to his feet. "We've been to almost everyone corner of this disgusting city, from the streets to the dumps and even that hotel run by that stupid Princess. No way anyone hasn't heard of I.M.P. by now. I'm telling you fam, business' going to be booming!" Millie clapped happily in favor of her boss, Moxxie tried to look equally supportive despite his clear skepticism, meanwhile, Loona just rolled her eyes and groaned at the idea of extra work. "In fact, once we get back to the office, I'm giving everyone the rest of the day off, to prepare for the shit loads of hits coming our way, tomorrow! Drinks are on the boss tonight guys!"
After hours of walking through the flighty streets of imp city, carrying posters around, and for some having to deal with and fight through the various bastards of the Pride Ring, everyone was more than eager to call it quits and get a cold one or 10. Even if it meant another 4-hour car ride. Especially Loona, who had taken the passenger seat, before anyone went to stop her. The van soon started driving down the road, leaning against their seats while Blitzo turned on the radio, and started bellowing the lyrics of some dumb rock song he loved. All the while a tired Loona just sat quietly, wanting this stressful day to be over already.
A sudden buzz from her phone caught her attention. Tuning out Blitzo's awful singing, she checked her messages…and nearly dropped the phone, a deep, surprised blush emerging as she read it.
Bombingbichbabe: Hey LooLoo, give me a call if you ever wanna hang out. Drinks are on me 💄🍹🍒💣
Huge thanks to itanatsu-chan on Deviantart, for letting me use a version of their scenario for How Loona Met Cherri Bomb. You can find the image this fanfic is based on their page. The chapter is named after it.
And so begins a beautiful friendship. That'll one day possibly turn into something more ;)
