Husk: Ready to go?
Angel, opening the front door: Sure thing, babe.
Cherri, pushing past them, having a seat at the bar: My life is over.
Husk: That's nice.
Cherri: Life stinks!
Husk: Yeah, well, it doesn't get any better. We'll be at Consent.
Angel, putting a comforting arm around Cherri: Wait a minute Husk, we can't go with Sugar Tits like this.
Husk: Why not? Life will stink tomorrow. I know mine will.
Angel: *glares at him*
Husk, sighing: All right, all right. Cherri, this usually takes an hour. I say "What's the matter?", you say "Nothing", I say "Come on, I know something’s wrong, what is it?", you say "Nothing". So let’s cut the shit! What's wrong?
Cherri: Nothing.
Husk: For fuck’s sake!
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This is another one shot I wrote over on Archive of our Own.
It’s another extended scene. Takes place in “Welcome to Heaven”, if Cherri confronted Valentino, too.
“I said fuck off!”, repeated Angel, keeping a protective arm around Niffty. “I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain’t fucking with any of my friends!”
Valentino got to his feet. “You forget who you’re talking to?”, he waved his cigarette in front of him as the trail formed a chain with one end attaching itself around Angel’s wrist. “I own you, bitch.”
“That son of a-“, muttered Cherri. She stepped away from the table until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of Husk with a look of caution written on his face. He shook his head. Cherri rolled her eye, shoving Husk’s hand away.
Angel took a deep breath. “Yeah, you do, in the studio, and you can do whatever you want to me there, just like our deal says. But out here, I get to do what I want.”
“Didn’t ya hear him, ya multicolored floozy?”, asked Cherri, prodding Valentino on his back. “He told ya to fuck off.”
“Cher, what are you doing?”, asked Angel, both his voice and eyes softening at the sight of her.
Valentino turned his head with a confused expression which briefly turned to one of recognition. He pushed Angel away. “I know you”, he said slyly as he extended one of his lower arms, grabbing Cherri by her wrist and pulling her closer to him. Close enough for her to see her reflection in his glasses.
Angel felt his face getting hot. “Let her go, Val.”
Valentino ignored him. He raised a hand, stroking a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him, “You’re the fiery minx who’s been wrecking my billboards all over town.”
“Aww. Have I struck a nerve, ya fucking pussy?”, she spat out, forcing a smile. She struggled to free herself. Unfazed when Valentino took a puff from his cigarette and blew the crimson smoke in her face. She stifled an urge to cough.
He chuckled. “No”, he turned his head, a malicious smile forming at how pissed Angel was. “But it seems that I have…”
Angel scowled. He was no stranger to the merciless abuse at his boss’s hands. He could take it. What he couldn’t take was the sleazy Overlord having the audacity to lay his filthy hands on Cherri.
Valentino, grabbing a fistful of Cherri’s hair, looked her body over. “You know, if you need a job… I’m always hiring.”
Angel saw red.
Extracting his third set of arms to hold onto Niffty, Angel used his first set to wring the chain in his hands and threw the slack over and around Valentino’s neck. “Motherfucker!”, he yelled, yanking him back, causing him to release Cherri.
Valentino grit his teeth as he used one hand to grab the chain, keeping it off of his neck, allowing him to breathe, and used another to grab Angel by his shirt collar. The chain disappeared.
Before he could even brace himself for the impact, Angel felt a white hot pain as he fell to the floor, pushing Niffty out of harm’s way. He could feel something dripping from his nose and he could see small red drops of blood hitting the floor. A shadow loomed over him.
“Enjoy the rest of your night, bitch, because I’m going to enjoy making you pay for it tomorrow”, said Valentino, returning to the two demons he’d been flirting with.
Cherri glared at him. “Fucking dickhead!”
Angel picked himself up. “Fuck it. It was worth it.”
“Way to go, kid”, said Husk, placing a comforting hand on Angel’s back.
Angel smiled as the four of them walked back to their table.
Cherri nudged his arm, offering a handkerchief she pulled out of Husk’s pocket. “Hey, ya alright, Angie?”
“As good as I can be. You?”, he said, dabbing his nose.
“I’m always alright.”
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I’ve recently seen that there’s been a lot of Cherri hate going around with how she was acting towards Angel during episode 6, “Welcome to Heaven”.
The way I see it, considering the last time Cherri saw Angel was during the turf war which, if I’m recalling correctly, happened a week or nearly two weeks ago, going by the show’s timeline, he expressed to her that he thought what Charlie was trying to do was ridiculous and trashed talked her and the hotel. So episode 6 was Cherri’s chance to realize that he does want to change/actually has hope for himself and by the end you can tell she’s gradually starting to accept that.
Could she have listened to him more and thought about how he was feeling and saying to her during episode 6? Absolutely! But like I said, said episode was the first time she’s actually seen him in a while and she’s coming to terms with Angel wanting to better himself.
She might continue to struggle with it next season but I do believe she genuinely wants Angel to be happy.
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