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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐄

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: This chapter contains sensitive and/or mature topics. Please read with caution.
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Cheryl Blossom smoothed her skirt over her thighs as she opened the heavy door to the dark bar.

Cheryl had just moved to New York City and hadn't been there a month before she had decided to go out for a night of fun. She invited her new roommate, Betty Cooper, but she had yet to show up. That didn't stop Cheryl from going out, though.

She had spent every waking moment in her office. She wanted to come straight to New York after she graduated High School, but her mother insisted that she go to North Western, as they had one of the best journalism programs in the country. She spent all her time studying and missed out on building relationships with people.

But that was going to change. She would make sure of it. It was her first night of freedom, and there was only one thing on her mind.

It was cool outside, so Cheryl had thrown her worn leather jacket over her outfit. Once she was inside, a wave of humidity overwhelmed her. She shrugged her jacket off, revealing a deep v-neck top, red as blood, as she strode to the stools lining the bar.

She chose one, second from the end, and eyed the woman behind the counter. She had black jeans on and a t-shirt sporting the name of a band she'd never heard of. She put a well worn book down behind her as she strode over to her.

"What can I get you?" she asked her, brushing her pink-highlighted hair back from her face.

"A cosmopolitan, please," Cheryl answered, hooking her jacket over the back of the stool. She crossed her long legs as the bartender chuckled to herself.

Cheryl raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head as she poured the redhead's drink and set it before her in a whisky glass. "The dish washer quit yesterday. No clean martini glasses," she quipped as she wandered away.

"This is fine," Cheryl said, pulling the coaster closer to her. She took a sip of her drink and eyed the bartender again. She was at the opposite end of the bar, pouring a tequila shot for an older woman in a jean jacket.

Cheryl unlocked the screen on her cellphone when it buzzed against her thigh. After a moment, an audible sigh escaped her mouth as she put her phone face-down against the counter. She downed half her drink as the bartender came back to her side of the bar.

"Get stood up?" she asked gruffly.

"Sort of. Not that it's any of your business, but my roommate was supposed to meet me, but she's decided to stay in with her girlfriend."

"You want another drink?"

Cheryl bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she should just go home, but fuck it. She was here now. "Sure."

"You new in town?" she asked as she made her concoction.

"Yeah," Cheryl answered as the bartender set the drink down in-front of her. "I went to school in Illinois, continued living there for a few years after school ended. I wanted to come to New York for college, but - well, not important. I'm here now. Out of Riverdale. That's all that matters."

The woman stared at her for a moment before opening her mouth. "Riverdale, New York?"

Cheryl nodded. "I'm surprised you've heard of it."

"Heard of it? I lived there until I was seven. Then I moved to Toledo."

"Small world." Cheryl took the cherry out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, her plump, red lips parting around the stem. She looked the woman in the eyes.