ღ. — built on pinky promises

“No, but I could be of service if you’re interested…”

“Hi I’m Rosalina, but my friends call me Luna,” Luna spoke with a soft smile. She looked over the girl, not even being able to imagine how the girl could be feeling. “Managing? Do you… wanna talk about it?”

'I'm presuming that you heard about Sylvia, right? Sorry I've been kinda distant.'

Sweet pea rolled his eyes. “You know its a good way to get out anger. Don’t tell me there isn’t ever a time you don’t want to just scream out fuck as loud as you can until all the shit bothering you is gone.” He stated raising a brow. He was just afraid that she really would tell him she never felt that. “Is it really that mean? You don’t got to say it to anyone. I do it all the time.” After handing off the tub of butter he smirked at her question. “Oh it’s organic alright.” He said slyly. He nodded his head and laughed. “Oh fuck yeah, everyone is going to love these brownies, you’ll see.” He said only to scrunch his nose at the nickname. “Just make the brownies, Evie. I got an idea, we can even go and hand ‘em out if you want to, make everyone’s day or whatever.”

Evie’s eyes widened at his words, her eyes filled with a type of innocence. ‘I mean, I have my moments but I was always taught treat others the way you wish to be treated. So, that’s my philosophy, sir.’, she stated nonchalantly before shrugging her shoulder with a small smile. ‘I know better than to say that word to you, Pea. If so, I would have Toni and Fangs to know. Heaven forbid, I’m not having the entire Serpents knowing.’, she stated with teasing one before her smile gleamed in excitement at his words. Taking the butter from his hands, she silently started to make the brownies in peace listening to him from time to time/ ‘That’s a good idea, Pea. We should definitely do that!’ 

Patty looked the girl over, immediately noticing the tank she was wheeling around ‘fuck’ Patty thought to herself. Even she couldn’t be rude to this girl. “sure.” she said plainly, sitting up more in her chair. Grabbing her bookmark she placed it in between the pages and closed the book. “have a seat, please.” she smiled, motioning towards the open seat across from her.

Jughead was a little excited and a little nervous to be going to pick up Evie after their earlier admissions. With everything that had been going on, the last thing he was focused on was who he could be interested in, but the feelings had been there long before he made sense of them. He ran his fingers through his hair before pulling on his usual beanie and grabbed the keys to his bike before riding over to her place. Jug found himself fiddling with the open zipper on his jacket as he waited outside the bubbly brunette’s front door after knocking and being greeted by a smug looking Sylvia. The two made a few jokes as they waited for Evie and she made her share of ‘it was about time’ comments which only resulted in eye rolls and ‘whatever’s from the beanie-clad boy. When he finally saw Evie through the front door he smiled at her, nerves only building as he said hello. “You look really nice.” Classic line, Jug, good job. “Are uh-you ready to go?” He asked as he looked around, trying to come across casual.

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RELATIONSHIP MOODBOARD: EVIE GRISWOLD (FT. HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER SISTER SYLVIA)

“I’ve been on tons of detective time missions before. I know how to handle myself.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “Unless you know where they are, how can you help? I don’t got much.”

Sweet pea’s kitchen had been used as everything but a place for baking so to see it actually being used for it’s purpose was funny to him. He just let Evie do her thing though, because in the end he was getting exactly what he wanted and that was food. “Whatever. It’s not like I had anything better to do, and I’m not losing by having a plate of brownies made.” He leaned against the counter and kept a close eye on everything that was being pulled out. “Fiddlesticks…for fucks sake. Evie, have you ever cursed before?” He asked looking in his fridge for butter… only he had a much better idea when he pulled out the tub of cannabutter that he and Fangs perfected and smiled. “Yeah… I got a really good butter, here.” He said turning to put it on the counter. “It’s a special kind that will really top off the brownies well.” 

With all the buzz going around town about the four missing children Alice defiantly wasn’t on a shortage of editorials about the whole situation. She was taking a much needed break from the Register, treating herself to a small lunch at Pops. “It’s a shame, huh? All of this.” She said, looking over to the person next to her. Alice felt slightly selfish that she was relieved her family wasn’t involved in some sort of town drama for once.

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Evie had made a mission to get her usual order from Pop’s for her and her sister. It seemed the only thing normal for her in the recent discovery of the missing Riverdale students once again, but she knew things were going to be okay. It just made her anxious, but she had to be positive for everyone right?! ‘Oh, hello Mrs. Cooper!.’, Evie spoke as she turned around, grabbing her order, taking a seat across from her., ‘But yes ma’am, it is! But I know that things will get better, I just know it.’

Patty hated the northside but the one thing they had going for them was the little cafe in the town square and their coffee. Patty sat outside at one of the patio tables, sipping her black coffee, reading a book. Just overall enjoying her downtime. The blonde looked up as a figure cast a shadow over the ivory pages. “Can I help you?” she asked, peering over the top of her sunglasses. “You’re interrupting my reading, Move. Now.” her tone filled with annoyance.

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“What are the chances it’s just that Ghoulie witch Penny and her minions that did it?” Josie asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Didn’t they literally already kidnap Toni back on riot night? They could have done it again.” Josie was just as worried as everyone else was, but in all reality, she knew what she could do was very limited and instead chose to theorize over who could be responsible. “Maybe for a ransom?”