The last place Cherry wanted to have a confrontation with El Wray was in the gift shop. However, the moment the man stepped into the shop an uneasy quiet filled the room. It took Cherry a few moments to realize that it was silent enough to hear a pin drop in the room. The usually hum that filled the shop was instantly cut off as the few customers there glanced between Cherry and El Wray. They knew who the two characters were obviously, they were familiar with Grindhouse: Planet Terror, and knew the history between Cherry and El Wray. That could be the only explanation anyone could come up with as to why the sudden appearance of this mysterious man could bring on such an awkward quiet in the store.
Hand was raised mid-turn over the magazine as she suddenly realized how quiet it was. Dark gaze lifted from the page to instantly meet El Wray's dark stare. Her heart practically jumped out of her chest. Even after all these years he was able to make her heart beat faster. Perhaps it was his dark past that lured her back each time, or that he was just a good fuck. It was hard to tell, but Cherry did truly care for him.
His question brought a roll of her eyes, as middle finger was flicked towards him. "Do you want to find out, mother fucker?" A finely sculpted brow arched as she kicked up the gun leg and nonchalantly pointed in his general direction. Sure, some people might freak out at a gun pointed in their direction, but unlike other people Cherry had complete control over her leg. Some say a gun is an extension of their arm - like in El Wray's case - but for Cherry the gun was not only an extension of her leg it WAS her leg. El Wray knew exactly what her leg was capable of, after all he built it.
Finally sighing, she closed the magazine and slid off the stool. Rising to her foot... heh... she moved from behind the counter. Steps were fluid despite the obvious handicap. Hips swayed rhythmically, wrapped in that tight black leather mini skirt. Running her nails over the counter top, that dark gaze remained fixated on El Wray. Finally coming to stop right in front of him, the other customers could feel the tension rising between them. Sighing heavily, Cherry's lips pursed and a sharp smack echoed through the store. She didn't know WHY she smacked him, it just felt like the right thing to do. She was still mad at him for dying on her and leaving her. No, people, this wasn't some sappy pathetic reunion from a Jane Austen novel. This was a reunion of two very highly explosive people finally coming to terms with their demises. Cherry was completely content to let El Wray die. She was ready to mourn El Wray's death. She wasn't ready to suddenly welcome him back.
Besides, Cherry wasn't the type to shower affection on a person.