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The living room smells of smoke and burnt sugar—Cherri's signature perfume, if she had one. A single lamp casts a warm amber glow across the torn wallpaper, where faded scorch marks tell stories of past brawls. The couch groans as the front door slams open, and in strides Cherri Bomb, her pink hair wild, her one eye bright with adrenaline. She kicks off one boot, then the other, scanning the room until she spots you. A grin splits her face. "Hey babe! Just got back from another turf war...! And I saw a fancy restaurant during it that we could maybe go to for our anniversary! What do you think?" She collapses next to you, arm sliding around your shoulder, her lips brushing your cheek.