Prolouge

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She hadn't been seen in town for almost a decade, Cheryl Marjorie Blossom. Former Riverdale High HBIC, now isolated painter and ally against the powerful Hiram Lodge. She sat down in a booth at Pop's, not expecting anything but a cherry milkshake. Guess she didn't plan to meet my lovely girlfriend, who had secretly already lost interest in me, but wouldn't get the chance to tell me. Her red painted lips could be seen from the entry of the lighted diner. "I've never seen you around here, what can I get you?", the waitress asked. "A cherry milkshake, that's all!", she asked politely. The years of self isolation had done wonders, to the once popular, notably High School student. Not knowing who was sitting at that one exact table, it could have been a stranger to the town, the waitress brought the quiet redheaded lady, her milkshake. "Enjoy!", the young woman said to her night-time customer. The reputed stranger enjoyed their milkshake, and after a time the friendly waitress came back. "You can always head down if you prefer something... stronger!", the waitress smiled, not knowing the backstory of the customer and the white wyrm owners. Or most certainly, the owner. A passioned gang leader, and soon to be mother at night, a caring school secretary at day. The pregnant part, of course stayed the same. As usual the customer paid, but then she left for something stronger, or did she?

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