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Cherri’s head was killing her. She had gone to another rager with Angel, trying to help him take his mind off work, but she may have taken it a bit too far with the drinks and the pills.
She practically dragged herself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom to look in the mirror. As she expected, her makeup was a mess. Runny mascara, smeared lipstick, smudged eyeliner, the works.
With a groan, she splashed some cool water on her face and wiped the makeup off with a towel.
She wasn’t at her own home. Angel had brought her back to the hotel after she blacked out, absolutely wasted, and Charlie let her stay in one of the empty rooms. That also meant she didn’t have any other clothes to change into. She was stuck in her current outfit, which reeked of booze.
‘Whatever…’ she thought. ‘Maybe one of the c***s here has some spare clothes.’
She made her way to the hotel lobby, clutching her head (after vomiting in one of the trash cans).
As she entered the lobby, she heard a familiar voice.
“Miss Cherri Bomb…?”, the voice rang out.
She took a deep breath before looking up. Even moving her head caused it to throb in pain.
Of course, it was Pentious. But there was something else. The coffee table had plates full of food on it.
“What the fuck is all of this…?” she questioned.
Sir Pentious immediately became flustered. “Well… Miss Charlie told me you and the spider were partying last night… and so I figured you’d be “hungover”.” He said the word “hungover” with air quotes, as if he’s never heard the word.
“Yeah, and?” Cherri asked.
“So, I researched what meals may help with your symptoms!” he said, looking proud of himself. “I cut up some fruit, toasted some bread, there’s a bowl of oatmeal, and I made sure to get plenty of water.”
Although Cherri always though of Pentious as a bit strange, the act was very endearing.
“And why did you do this for me? Angel is probably hungover too, y’know” she teased with a smile.
“Oh! I, uh…” Pentious was very flustered know. This evoked a laugh from Cherri, who then grimaced as her head throbbed in pain again.
“I’ll take you up on that offer.” She said, sighing as she sat on the floor next to the coffee table.
She took a bite out of one of the pieces of toast before looking up at Pentious.
“Well don’t just stand there, there’s no way I’ll finish all this food on my own.” she remarked.
“You… want me to… eat with you?!” Sir Pentious seemed giddy and flustered at the same time.
“Ugh, don’t make me take it back” she said, turning back to her food.
Sir Pentious quickly sat beside her, although Cherri noticed something. It seemed like he was peeking glances at her more than he was eating.