You Better Start Running

[PM] Big talk for someone on the wrong side of the street. You’re a fucking bastard baby so why do you even bother being alive?

AARON: You’re hilarious, Derek.

AARON: I’ll be at the House in ten, fifteen at most.

DEREK: You better get used to it. You’re going to be my bitch for as long as I feel like it takes for you to make it up to me.

AARON: I’m guessing it’s me since I’m agreeing to be your dog.

AARON: I haven’t been up Darius’ ass. Or Blaine’s.

AARON: I’ll be there.

DEREK: Being buddies with them is just as bad. You might as well be living in their ass.

AARON: Yeah pretty much.

AARON: Considering I’m friends with Blaine and have no problems at all with Dare, I’d rather not. [ DELETED ]

AARON: But I’m so fucking desperate to go back to the Ghoulies so I don’t see a choice. [ DELETED ]

AARON: Yeah, I can do that. Whatever being your dog entails sounds better than being out of Riverdale forever.

DEREK: Since I know you’ve been up Darius Andersons’ ass and probably the other one too, I know for a fact you wouldn’t bring either one to me. But I appreciate you lying to my face.

AARON: Should’ve been, but I hate not being there.

AARON: I don’t know, I can be very satisfying.

AARON: What is it?

DEREK: More than you enjoy being alive?

AARON: Derek, I really want to come back to the Ghoulies.

AARON: I’m all good with you leading and doing whatever. You’re already doing better than I ever did.

AARON: Hell, I’d be down to be your bitch or sex slave or whatever wording you’d wanna use to come back. Please, let me come back.

DEREK: Was beating you within an inch of your life not a clear enough message?

DEREK: As if anything you could bring to the table would ever sexually satisfy me.

As for the rest of the town, I have very few demands. But first and foremost, every last Anderson alive is going to die, one way or another. So we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.

I want Bruce Anderson found. Immediately.

Cassie: Well that’s a relief. Suppose that comes with age, though. That’s why I prefer guys who are a little older. At least their cockiness is warranted lol.

Cassie: As long as you eventually get here, I don’t care entirely about timeliness. Hell, surprises are half the fun.

Cassie: Of course. I won’t ask about yours if you don’t ask about mine.

Derek: Hopefully you were surprised this last time.

Cassie: Well that’s a relief. You wouldn’t believe how many people promise perfection and multiple orgasms and rarely deliver.

Cassie: Whenever possible? Careful, a girl might get used to such lofty promises.

Cassie: Hopefully those scratches didn’t go too deep. Then again, at least if they scarred you’ll have something to remember me by. 😏

Derek: I don’t make promises I have no intention of fulfilling.

Derek: I can’t promise I’ll always be there on time. Unfortunately I have a lot of business to do on a day to day.

Derek: I’d be angry about the scars if I didn’t already have some.

Cassie: You know...I’m pretty sure you’re one of maybe three who’s actually been able to meet both of those conditions I set. So. Kudos.

Cassie: We should do it again some time. ;)

Derek: I wouldn’t have bothered to come by to deliver less than perfection.

Derek: I have a pretty rigid schedule but I’ll make room to satisfy you whenever possible.

CASSIE: I guess I can look past that particular disappointment, then. Given the circumstances. Why’d they call you anyway? It’s not like there was much you can do about a girl who, from what I’ve read, has been dead for months.

CASSIE: How am I supposed to believe you’ll be able to follow through with these promises? What if that night was just a one-off, or even worse - only possible because of booze, and in reality you’re just...really jabby and predictable? Far from knee-breaking.

CASSIE: It’s one thing to promise knee-breaking and an inability to walk the next day. It’s quite another if I having to do all the work.

[ a brief pause ]

CASSIE: I might consider giving you another chance on two conditions.

DEREK: If I knew, I’d tell you. Apparently I’m the most equipped to look at a rotting corpse.

CASSIE: Ah. I see.

CASSIE: That initial text makes much more sense now [ DELETED ]

CASSIE: Good to know you have a name at least.

CASSIE: Though, sex god might be a bit of an over-exaggeration.

CASSIE: Most gods would grant a girl at *least* two or three mind numbing orgasms before having to rush off.

DEREK: Unfortunately I received a 911 to look at Sebrina Smythe’s body. Nobody was more unsatisfied by my leave than me.

[ about half an hour later ]

CASSIE: As flattered as I am that it would seem my pussy’s the first thing you think of when you’ve had a bad night...

CASSIE: Who the fuck is this?

DEREK: Your masked sex god from the masquerade.