This is your second reminder this was written back in 2022. I apologize for the likely dated joke you're all about to witness.

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"And so, I think it would be for the best if we all split up for the various missions. Not only does this save us time, space, and ammunition, we'll be able to take care of many and possibly all of our current assignments quickly, keeping us open for any potential future hits we might get later."

"Are you fucking noddle-brained Moxxie? Have you seen some of these hits? We've got an Italian mob family, a Lovecraftian cult, and a fucking Anti-Vaxxer protest group Moxx! Those psychos have no sense of self-preservation. Like FUCK, I'm taking all of those guys on my own!"

Moxxie just groaned, irritated at his boss' overreactions, and argued back: "Sir, two months ago you were mud wrestling a band of Gorillas with a condom balloon. I think you can handle a couple of medically challenged protesters."

"Are you kidding? Anti-Vaxxers are 50 times more dangerous and 100 times more stubborn."

The two of them had been at this all day. Their excursion into Pentagram City had yielded the desired effects. Soon the folks at I.M.P. had found themselves flooded with extra new work. A whole 5 more callers than usual.

Yeah, it was a shit boost, but it was a boost nonetheless, so it was enough for Blitzo to consider it an absolute win.

So here they all were, 3 days later, gathered inside the meeting room, discussing how to handle their new assignments and best go through them, without interrupting any pre-made or upcoming hits. As expected, that was proving to be a hard task with Blitzo & Moxxie constantly butting heads, with their own ideas on the matter. Millie would on occasion chime in with her own suggestions, though she was clearly much more interested in the killing part, as it came off more as her requesting to go on certain missions that would involve more violence.

And as usual, Loona didn't care much about anything, and simply focused on her phone. To her surprise, it was the first time in a while that Blitzo had decided to let her join them; as they needed all hands on deck to help clear up most of the missions on time. She hardly ever got to go to the living world, instead just being relegated to the receptionist. By all accounts, Loona should've been excited at the prospect.

And she certainly was. After being denied for so long, she was longing to get back into the field and kill some living assholes. But recently, her mind had been occupied with other matters. Most importantly, a certain one-eyed sinner.

It had been less than two days since her run-in with Cherri Bomb, during the small gang fight in Pentagram City; the sinner and her offer for drinks were still fresh in Loona's mind. The two hadn't talked since, but the hellhound still remembered their encounter fondly and on occasion, she'd end up thinking about the stranger. And the more she did, the more intersted in her she started to become.

Her curiosity led to a quest for answers. Thankfully, a quick bit of searching on Vooxle had shown her all she needed to know about the mysterious new friend she had made. Turns out, there was a reason why she was so familiar.

Cherri Bomb. The infamous arsonist and troublemaker of Pentagram City; known for causing mayhem and destruction wherever she went, picking fights with Overlords, Kingpins, and anyone stupid enough to try and claim her territory. Her recent and most notable venture, had her blowing up half of the brothels, whorehouses, and clubs of Valentino of the Triple Vs, costing the Overlord up to millions in $ouls. And apparently, she was a good friend to the Pornstar Angel Dust, given they were often seen together at clubs, parties, and during gang fights, including that fight with that snake guy shortly after the recent Extermination.

The reveal had come as a bit of a shock for Loona. All that time, she had been killing sinners, with one of the most infamous anarchists in the rings of Pride. Practically a celebrity among sinners! This was almost like sharing the stage with Verosika Mayday! Fuck! She had probably looked like a total dumbass in front of her. Ahh man, she was feeling so embarrassed right now.

She turned to her contact list and managed to find Cherri's number fairly quickly. The two hadn't talked since the big fight with that Shaun asshole and his cronies, so the sinner's offer for drinks was still clearly visible. Loona wondered whether to just forget about it, there was no way someone as cool as that, had actually meant it. Right? Not after she had acted like such a stuttering, flustered mess back then. Just thinking about it, made the hellhound want to bury herself in a hole and never come out. Besides, she had probably long since forgot about her by now, given how she never texted to her afterwards.

But thinking back to the encounter, Cherri Bomb had sounded pretty sincere back then. Even inviting her to Turf Wars and other stuff. Not to mention, how she had complimented her and her company, trusted her during the fight, and sounded like she was looking forward to meeting her again. Sure, she might've been joking but, on the off chance that she hadn't…

Loona slowly typed out a message to the sinner, something short and amicable enough. Then, after a long bout of reluctance, she hit send.

Moonlight_howling_666: Hey. It's Loona.

Moonlight_howling_666: You doing okay?

The hellhound left it at that, not expecting a response, and went back to eying her co-

Buzz!

In less than a minute, her phone altered her to a new message. Along with another and another. Loona immediately picked up the phone and read the replies.

Bombingbichbabe: Sup LooLoo! Been way too long!

Bombingbichbabe: Sorry I never wrote you back, been busy keeping wannabe up and comers and edgelords off my turf. 🍒💥💀🐍

Bombingbichbabe: We still up for drinks? I know the perfect place and I plan on being free all week. 🍹

Holy shit. She actually responded. And so fast too. Loona couldn't believe it. She'd figured someone as infamous and widely known as her would've either forgotten her by now or had indeed just been teasing. But no, apparently she was totally serious. And the hellhound didn't know how to comprehend that.

It took her a while to finally respond, typing another short response, sounding much more confident in her texts than she was currently.

Moonlight_howling_666: Sure. When will you be free?

A few seconds later she got her reply.

Bombingbichbabe: Anytime. Like I said, got no plans all week. Wanna go tonight?

Loona nearly dropped her phone at that. Cherri didn't seem to have any issues quickly moving forward.

Moonlight_howling_666: Are you serious?

She had to ask one last time, her excitement and fluster coming through the message. The idea that she was actually going out for drinks, with that badass super confident sinner from a few days back, who was apparently also a local celebrity, was getting her a little giddy inside. Shit, she hadn't felt this nervous, since she first saw Verosika walking past her by the van. Sure enough, Cherri confirmed it with her next text.

Bombingbichbabe: D'oh. We can hit up that place I was tellin you about. I can be there in four hours, and we can really hit the town. 🍹🍻

Loona couldn't hide her excited, giddy grin at the offer. She couldn't deny that free drinks sounded really good right about now. Especially compared to dealing with the trio of imp's BS all day. Sure, it would mean missing out on a trip to the living world and the chance of getting to do something of actual value for once, something she'd usually do anything for. But if it meant getting away from the idiots for a night and possibly befriending someone she could actually deal with, much less someone as cool as Cherri? It was well worth it.

Now, just to get out of here. Loona faked a small cough and acted a little sick managing to catch the imps' attention. "Actually, can I take the day off?" Loona asked casually. "I'm kinda still feeling under the weather, from that big fight."

Moxxie eyed her suspiciously and made to ask further before Blitzo chimed in with concerned and loving approval. "Well, why didn't you say so Loonie? Of course, you can. In fact, take as long as you need to get better."

"What? SIR! She's obviously lying!" Objected Moxxe at once. "She was completely fine the last two days and didn't even look that hurt from the fight. Loona's just trying to get out of work, again!"

Blitzo scowled at his coworker. "It's clearly internal injuries you selfish, half-pint, cuckold! If you have no respect for trauma victims, then you can count your asshole out of this business!" He briefly turned towards Loona with a supportive smile, "Don't worry Loonie, you're free to go anytime you want. Just make sure you take plenty of pills, get lots of sleep, and have some hot soup, and I'm sure you'll feel better in no time. My keys are in my office, call me if you need anything!"

Loona smirked satisfied, while her father went back to chewing out Moxxie. As much as she hated Blitzo's babying and protectiveness, she couldn't deny it came in handy more than once.

She walked out of the main meeting room, content to let the two imps fight it out. She already knew that within a few minutes, Moxxie would be forced to submit to his boss' commands, allowing her to get the day all to herself.

As she walked out of the office, the hellhound texted her new friend, and the two began planning out their greet and meet.


It was early night on the streets of Pentagram City. Loona waited anxiously near the pub where she had agreed to meet Cherri. A seedy joint by the name of Liquid Deathall. With the gang out in the Living World doing missions, she was free to use the Grimoire however she liked. At least, until they came back. And that meant an easy teleport to any parts of Hell, that would've otherwise taken too long; like a quick trip to the sinner city, on the other side of Pride.

The hellhound patted her messenger bag, confirming that the book was still safe. She couldn't be too careful with all the sneaky-handed sinners and thieves around.

Once she was sure of its safety, she looked herself through a nearby window. She had ditched her regular attire for something more casual, a black, long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder shirt, a black and red flannel laced-up skirt, a small pair of necklaces in place of her collar, and some short socks.

Even still, Loona hoped she didn't look too formally or fancily dressed. She had considered going with her favorite red dress but didn't want to chance it after she had worn it at that awkward party at Gluttony with Vortex.

Shit, why did she have to think about that party? Now, she was starting to get flashbacks. She had spent the whole night awkwardly trying to start up a conversation and look cool until she got cold feet and asked Blitzo to drive her home. And when she had tried to give it a second chance, Blitzo had to get drunk and ruin everything, forcing them to leave early.

Fuck, she had screwed that up so badly. All the other hellhounds probably thought she was a fucking loser now. And she was probably going to do the same with Cherri, and ruin whatever cool points she had barely managed to win with her. Shit, maybe she should just leave now before-

"Hey, LooLoo!" A loud voice called out from across the street. Loona turned and indeed, there was Cherri Bomb approaching her with a cool, smooth smile.

Holy shit…had she always been this tall?

That was Loona's first thought upon seeing Cherri again. With the two of them spending most of their time fighting or sitting, she had never noticed how tall the sinner was. The hellhound couldn't help but get flustered. She was so used to being the tallest person in the room, Loona was taken aback by the amazon-height of the cyclops.

She could already feel her feet getting colder.

"You certainly got here quick. Nice outfit too. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to impress me," the sinner smirked jokingly, though sounding sincere in her own way; the sinner had also gotten changed for the occasion, now sporting a red tanktop, a black jacket with rolled up sleeves, a different pair of torn jeans and even a spiked choker like the one Loona would usually sport.

Loona let out a small shy smile at the joking praise, as she struggled to respond. "Oh, t-t-thanks. So…so do you. I mean, you look g-great. I, eh, really love the jacket." She attempted to say, doing her best not to sound like a wreck.

"Yeah, it's been way too long since I wore this old thing," Cherri pumped up her jacket for extra emphasis, with a dismissive tone of voice. "Good to know, it still suits me. Thanks. Now come on, I'm thirsting for something spicy."

With that, the sinner lead the hellhound inside the bar, walking through the doors like she owned the place. As far as bars in Pentagram City went, the interior thankfully wasn't too bad. Especially when compared to the bloody and grime-covered outside walls of the establishment, hinting at a long history of violence taking place here. It was large and spacious, big enough to hold several parties of sinners at the time, and it seemed to be split into two parts; one was a classic, old-school bar filled with sinners drinking, doing various drugs, and some obviously in the middle of some very graphic cunnilingus, and the other a loud, wild dancing area for people to let loose and move to the sounds of the music coming from the speakers while flashing lights danced around and made the place come alive. And then there was the hole in the roof, which looked to have been newly patched up from the floorboards ontop of it.

It wasn't a super high-class or extravagant place like the large hotel room Vortex and his girlfriend had rented out for that party in Gluttony, but Loona could see the appeal and fun of a place like this.

"SUP FUCKERS! Guess who's back!" Cherri called out loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the crowd. The results were mixed.

Most of the bar happily raised their glass and welcomed her with cheers of excitement and familiarity. Others took one look, screamed their lungs off, and bolted out of the door like she was a bomb ready to go off. Which wasn't far from the truth. Meanwhile, it was as if no one had even noticed Loona was there at all. Cherri took it all with gusto, taking a seat at the front of the bar, indicating the hellhound to do the same. Loona accepted the seat.

"Hey, Rogers! Hit a couple of girls up with a pair of Boiling Bloods, no ice, and a hint of Beelzejuice. And some chips if you've got'em. Make it snappy, and I'll throw you something extra for the tip," Cherri called out to the bartender, a large centipede-like sinner with teeth for eyes.

"Whatever you say, Cherri, just please try not to blow the joint up too fucking badly this time, yeah? I just got the roof patched up, and trying to run a bar and repair my broken shop is a royal pain in my ass," seethed the tired bar owner, as he fixed up their drinks with his multitude of limbs.

"Aww, don't be such a sourpuss old man. That boom gave you triple as many customers, as you'd get in a month. I did you a fucking solid there," Cherri responded nonchalantly, sounding quite proud of herself.

Rogers rolled his eyes as he handed the girls their drinks and a basket of chips. "Just keep it low this time okay? Otherwise, you ladies have fun."

The girls didn't need to be told twice, making short work of their drinks, Loona managing to empty hers first, to help ease her stress and nervousness. The rich, spicy liquid helped to alleviate much of her anxiety while still keeping her from getting drunk, as she sighed happily. "Shit, you weren't kidding. This stuff's amazing!"

"Told yah, this shit was good," Cherri grinned up from her glass. "Don't worry about money either; drink as much as you want. Rogers' a real sweetheart, when it comes to charging me." The centipede man, rolled his eyes in irritation, a deep sigh escaping through one of his eyeteeth, as he cleaned one of his glasses with a cloth.

"Ohohoho, I'm absolutely taking you up on that." Loona chuckled, already ordering a long series of drinks, the burning taste of her first one, helping to fuel her with some newfound confidence. At least, enough to make polite small talk, while she reached for the chips. "So, is this your favorite hangout? I mean, you seem to be quite the regular, given how half the club ran off with shit in their pants, once you showed up."

The cyclops sinner snickered loudly at the remark. "Yeah, that happens a lot." She chuckled after a quick drink from her glass. "Not to brag or anything, but I'm kind of a hero to these chumbs. The west side is my private little turf, and I don't take too kindly to asshole party-poopers and bogans trying to slither in and ruin my fun. Especially that asshole Valentino," she said the name with venom and a serious glare, that caught Loona's attention. It was the first time she noticed the sinner looking so…cold. Cherri brushed it off with a smile as she continued: "Every month or so, that mothball fuckhat, tries to build another one of his joints down here. Obviously, I can't have that sleazy fucker, trying to set up shop and expanding his already overly stuffed business, so I make sure their grand openings go off, with a real BANG!"

She opened up her fist widely to emphasize her point, to which Loona responded with a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I read about that. Heard you nearly caused a citywide manhunt, after you blew his favorite club into a pile of rubble, while he was trying to branch out into Lust."

Cherri smiled amused and jokingly teased the hound. "Aww, you know about that? Shit, that was like a lifetime ago! Are you a stalker or something?"

Loona blushed nervously and immediately tried to clear things up. "N-nono, fuck no, nothing like that, honest!" Cherri just chuckled at that. Loona glared at her a bit annoyed. She kinda knew the cyclops had been joking, but the sudden question had caught her off guard. "I was just curious, okay? You seemed cool and all so, you know, I just wanted to learn more about you. I still can't believe, you do crazy shit like that on the regular. I mean, isn't Valentino in the Top 5 of Overlords?! How the fuck are you not dead yet?!" Loona asked the last part in astonishment.

Cherri just shrugged casually. "I'm very fucking stubborn. That, and he's too chickenshit to deal with me personally and his goons are a bunch of wombats." The sinner grinned wickedly as she munched on a handful of chips between drinks. "Not the first or worst Overlord, I've screwed over either. Nearly got myself killed, crashing Volthor's big birthday bash. Took me a week to get me back up, and a whole day to scare off my wannabe rivals, but it was sooo fucking worth it, to see his murderous glare. And as a bonus, the good folks down these parts, are kind before to give me a mate's discount on their wares, for keeping their rivals away."

"Which I'm seriously considering revoking if you cause another turf war down here," Rogers grumbled towards the sinner, as he handed the pair their latest drinks.

"Ha! Like you have the balls," Cherri retorted as she accepted the drink with gusto, turning to Loona. "Thanks for calling me cool, by the way. You sure know how to make a girl feel appreciated."

Besides her, the hellhound smiled shyly and drank from her poison, the cold, sweet liquor filling her throat with delight as she smirked. "Awww fuck, I needed this so much right now."

"Rough day at work? What, hit gone wrong or some shit?" Cherri asked curiously, pausing her nearly empty drink, already asking for another.

"Oh please, a wrong hit I could deal with," groaned Loona exasperated, as she leaned against the table, taking a few chips for her troubles, continuing with her mouth full. "At least then, I wouldn't have to put up with my asshole coworkers constantly getting on my ass for not doing a good enough job or the annoying as shit clients always crying to me about their problems. I'm lucky if I'm let out on the field at all! Most of the time, I'm stuck down here playing receptionist."

The cyclops looked rather appalled, by the notion. "Seriously? They let a badass killing machine like you, stay behind playing secretary? And you're still working for those sexist pile of dicks?"

Loona felt herself get briefly flattered at the compliment, before rolling her eyes, taking another chug of her drink, and elaborating: "Not like I have much of a choice. My boss is also my dad only on paper, and despite the fact I'm 22 years old, the only one with a human disguise and could easily take on any of those noodle-dicked whimps, he couldn't bare the thought of a hair on my body getting slightly crooked. So he has me sit behind the desk, listening to the annoying sob stories of our clients, while he and his loving couple, do all the real work."

"Fucking Hell, you're working for your dad? Fuck, that's a nightmare waiting to happen," Cherri cringed at the thought mid-drink, with a much more forlorn tone to her voice.

"That's the understatement of the fucking century," the hellhound muttered as she took another drink. "We've lived together for 5 years now, and he still insists on cuddling me like I am 5 years old."

Cherri's good mood soured at that, her smile turning into a small bitter frown, as she emptied her full glass in one slow gulp. "Yeah, dads are the fucking worst. When they're not forcing you under their damn thumb, or blaming you for every fuck up in their life, they're babying and keeping you on a dog leash, so you don't leave the nest until they say so," she said quietly, with a cold sneer. The hellhound's enchanted hearing allowed her to catch her glass cracking ever slightly in her grip.

Loona frowned worryingly at the sudden change in mood, not expecting to see the so far chipper and uncaring daredevil looking so somber. Deciding not to press the matter and ruin the moment, she weakly attempted to not fully bury Blitzo under the bus. "I guess. Still, at least he's trying. Even though often he does a shit job at it. Thankfully, with the new hits from our little ad campaign, he's letting me get a piece of the action again. And on the plus side, he lets me do pretty much whatever I want most of the time, so I guess he's not that bad. The guy practically lets me off the hook no matter what, even if it pisses Moxxie to no end," She chuckled mockingly at the mention of the coworker, which caught the sinner's attention. "He's one of my coworkers; a real uptight fatass, who insists on bothering me all the damn time." She pulled out her phone and showed the cyclops an image of Moxxie, making sure it was one of him in misery, which got an amused chuckle out of the both of them. "Sometimes when I'm bored, I play little pranks on him. Sticking kick me signs on his back, eating his lunches, sending out weight loss programs." She let out a loud laugh at that, which Cherri soon joined in on, her mood now brightened again, like her sudden angry spell never happened. "I tell yah, seeing him lose his little shit like a baby is just priceless, every time."

"Hahaha, oh you little devil! Glad to hear you're not totally wasting your time there," She laughed loudly, before calming down. "But come on, a badass like you? There's no way your wanker galah of a dad, could keep up locked up forever. Come on, you've gotta have some wild hits up topside right?"

The hellhound gave a bored shrug, while the cyclops went for some chips and a drink. "Aside from that agent massacre, I told you about? Well, usually only whenever we have a slow day and a long list of clients. The first time I even got to go to the living world, was when I had to play honeytrap to win some bet against his ex. Still can't believe, he managed to date Verosika of all people."

The sinner spat out the drink from her glass, right onto Rogers' face, as she turned to her in bafflement. "No. Fucking. Way! You're shitting me! You're dad's ex is that uptight bitch Verosika Mayday?" She let out a small amused laugh at the twist. "No wonder he's such a wet blanket; he dated that shitty pile of alcoholism and bitchiness."

"Hey, don't you say that about V, she does good work," Loona rose to defend her musical idol in fury, raising her voice for the first time since arriving.

Cherri just shrugged and responded nonchalantly. "I mean, her music's fine, but her attitude's shit. My bestie, meet her once when she was still performing in Val's clubs. Absolute fucking nightmare. Constantly whining about the decore, drinking heavily between numbers, and making everyone's work-life a torture session, every moment she was there. No offense, but I can't imagine anyone wanting to spend one minute with that crone."

"Keep that up, and I might just leave this date early," Loona frowned deeply, going to finish her drink.

The sinner saw the perfect opportunity and leaped for it, with a mischievous grin. "Oh, so it's a date now huh?" Now it was Loona's turn to spit out her drink, in response to the cyclops' tease. She hacked and coughed for air, her face bright red, while Cherri almost roared from laughter. "Oh man, you're adorable when you're flustered. Relax LooLoo, just messing around." She gave her a light punch to the shoulder.

Loona growled at her, face still red as she sat down. "Not. Funny."

Cherri just chuckled lightly to herself as she emptied her glass. "You know, I could use a nice change of pace from the constant turf wars; maybe work wouldn't be such shit if I tagged along." The cyclops suddenly suggested with a sly grin.

The hellhound paused at the suggestion, the idea sounding exciting in her mind. The two of them, and the rest of I.M.P., unleashing hell upon the living like they had a while back. Sounded like a hell of a time for her. "That's unbelievably tempting," Loona admitted eagerly before frowning disappointedly. "But, unfortunately, that's not possible,"

Cherri fake pouted at that. "Awww, what? Afraid your dad-boss will get jealous of the two of us, doing his job better? Or do you think I'll steal the spotlight from you?" She shrugged amused, as she went for more chips. "I mean, I can't say I blame you. I do have a knack for lighting up the room."

'Yeah, no kidding' Thought Loona to herself, not daring to say it out loud, simply responding with a small huff. "Actually, it's just not physically possible. Our gate to the Living World is only good for hellborn. No sinners allowed."

"Ah, What?" The cyclops frowned, bummed at the news. "How do you know? Have you tried?"

The question brought up a hilarious memory from her time in the office, causing her to crack a large smile as she snickered. "Kinda? See there was one client, a really shady, squirrel-looking mother fucker, who claimed he wanted us to go kill his rich uncle topside. Turns out, he just wanted to try and escape back into the living world, using our means. So when we opened up the portal…"


"HAHAHAHAHA!" The sinner laughed manically, as he ran towards the portal, menacingly aiming a gun at the four members of I.M.P. Just as he was about to leap through, he taunted them. "Sayonara assholes! Thanks for the free ride back up! When I get back home, I'll send you a post-"

WHUMP!

"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" the sinner screamed as the portal spat him back out, sending him flying through the window and into a parked car, which then immediately exploded upon impact. All the while the four of them look on bewildered.


Both women clutched their sides in laughter over the incident, Cherri pounding the table and nearly spilling the drinks, some of it falling onto Rogers' shirt, much to his irritation. "Awww shit! That's-that's about the funniest, fucking thing I've heard all month! You had better have caught that on video!"

Loona caught her breath in-between laughs. "Aww fuck, I wish. Not much time to film something when someone's threatening you with death. I wanted to throw him back in, just to get the footage, but fatty insisted we kill him before he let our company secret slip."

Cherri stuck her tongue out in a mock tssk. "Lame. Guess, we'll just have to make do with stirring up some trouble down here."

The hellhound's ears perked at that. "Huh?"

The sinner smiled at Loona with a tricky hint to her grin. "I mean, if you're old man's keeping you behind the desk, away from any real action, why not get your teeth all bloodied up down here? I could use some help taking care of any wannabe kingpins and overlords trying to muscle away my turf. What'cha say LooLoo?"

Hellhound leaned in close, curious and intrigued by the offer. "Like that big fight up in Pentagram with that sheep guy? You sure, you don't want anyone else?" She asked slowly, just to be sure.

Cherri grinned back with a sincere smile. "Of course. It's thanks to you I got out of that fight alive! With your balls, teeth, and mettle, I know, I want someone like you on my side, next time they try anything. So, you game?"

Loona had to admit, the offer sounded exciting. Sure, her last taste of a turf war, hadn't gone too great, but it felt good to get in on the action, after being cooped up at a desk for so long. And with an opportunity to fight alongside Cherri Bomb? Now that sounded too good to pass up. With a large, savage smile she turned towards the cyclops sinner. "You know what? Fuck it, I'm in."

Cherri grinned back excitedly. "Sweet! I'll be sure to keep you posted then. Next time a couple of droggos try to shit on my turf, you'll be the first to know about it. Let's seal it up with a toast!" The two clanged their glasses together and emptied them quickly, after which the sinner rose up from her chair. "Now come on. That's enough work stories for one night. It's time these two queens conquered the dancefloor."

The cyclops grabbed Loona by the arm before she could protest, the hellhound flustering under her touch, and lead her onto the flashing dance floor, where the bright neon lights and loud music drowned out any possibility of talking. Only rhythmic movements and dancing.

With some encouragement from her new friend, it didn't take long for the hellhound to adapt to the atmosphere. Luckily for her, dancing she could do. The hellhound enthusiastically swung and moved her body in accordance with the music, blending together amidst the sea of moving bodies and souls, illuminated by the flashing lights above, as they let themselves get lost in the wild music. Sometimes they'd briefly pair up with a stranger until they started getting too handsy, but eventually, they'd split up and end up side-by-side again. Cherri was the wildest dancer of the two, madly bopping her head up and down, with her tongue hanging loose, throwing fake punches, and pulling off wild swings and shakes to the beat.

From the corners of her eyes, the hellhound spared a few glances at the sinner. Loona didn't know if it was the drinks, the music, or something, but she couldn't help but be drawn to the sinner's form, as it swayed and moved wildly to the booming party music. There was no rhyme or rhythm to her movements, only chaotic swings, and manic movements, regardless of which song played. And yet, it worked for her. Like there was a sense to her madness, in which she was in total control of the stage, no matter the song or mood.

It was quite the sight to behold, one that almost sparked certain…feelings in the hellhound. But she pushed those away, and simply continued dancing, the drinks & music soon burying those for the time being. The girls continued to indulge in drinking, dancing, snacking, and chattering well into the night. And when they woke up the next morning, half of what they had said and done had been lost to time, leaving behind only murderous hangovers.

But, while Loona would still be grumbling even after devouring a shoebox worth of painkillers and enduring her father's constant worrying over where she had been and if someone had touched her, sounding more worried that she had risked her sick health, rather than sneaking out at night, she was thrilled inside. This had been one of the best nights Loona had in a while. And, as the hellhound texted her new cyclops friend, she hoped it would be one of many.


Hope you liked the chapter. I'm still new to writing romance stuff, so I have no idea if I made the banter and chemistry believable or even good. As long as the two felt in character that's enough for me.

You may have noticed that Cherri is described as being taller than Loona. Given how characters in the hella-verse always seem to shift from scene to scene, I'm not sure it matters, but I really wanted to include that, since I wanted Loona to be the short one for once. She's always towering over her fellow imps, so I like the idea of her having a GF or BF with a height advantage over her.

Also, bonus points for anyone who caught the references to their Instagram Outfits. It was fun using them here.