Forsythe Jones II

Let’s file this under “Things FP Jones would say”....

“Alice always had been a bit of a rule breaker.” He mused at the memory. A brow cocked in her direction at the mention of his kissing abilities, resting forward on the bar. “That so?” She was clearly drinking a tad too much. “I’ve heard some stories....none good of course.” Their mother seemed to be a sore spot with them both from what he’s gathered.

So... I’m told that right hook of yours has declined since the good old days.” FP smirked at the blonde in front of him. “Well as per Ruby she can take you.” He teased.

FP laughed at the memory and the fact that Ruby thought it was the first time he’d been there. “You know, Ironically... I’d been in the house before that. Just not a majority of it....” Considering it was just Alice’s room but she didn’t need the details. Releasing the shot glass, he shook his head. “I doubt you would have wanted to hand around 2 people making out  the whole time.

To be fair, he sleeps in his boxer briefs and on occasion in a T-shirt. 

The initial comment earned his son a quiet scoff as he lead him back into the house. FP knew full well what his son was capable of. There was a time long before Jughead was born that he himself was doing pretty well in school with a full ride to a four year college before he went and fucked it up. He didn’t have expectations to hold his son to after the way his father treated him but it hardly made him father of the year. The opposite in fact. “You can solve murders and develop schemes that would make some people’s head spin and you can’t figure out Math.” FP shook his head before they reached the couch. Carefully, the male ducked from under his arm and sat his son slowly back onto the worn in cushions. “How about we take a break on the stupidity just for a couple of weeks?” He cocked a brow his way. “Even then, lets keep you in one piece still breathing.” It came with an expectant look as he went and poured Jug a glass of water.

A brow cocked in her direction, amusement playing on his features. “Listen I remember a few hooks quite fondly.” He smirked at the woman quickly growing further intoxicated. “She’s been in her flowery pink too long. Might have to prove it after all this time.” Sliding the shot over to her, Forcythe paused. “I think you might need to be cut off soon little Ruby.”

A brow rose in her direction and he glanced around at anyone entering or exiting. Meeting someone? “Hot date?” He smirked softly, teasing. He quickly ran a towel across the bar before tossing it over his shoulder. “Me? Oh no, I’m livin the life.” He uttered sarcastically.

The male smirked softly and nodded at the mention of Zelda and Hilda. He heard about the guys that helped them out when they needed and they could always use more friends than enemies. “The idea of any of my boys drinking tea and eating cookies is a sight.” He mused, hands slipping into his pockets. “That’s my boy.” Forcythe nodded. “Not getting himself in trouble, I hope?”

Ayyyyeeee. I’ll be lingering on here, FP and Derek for the morning. I do want to get a bit closer to finishing this apartment before my plans tomorrow. Gonna see what threads i can crush~

Please dont reblog any of my replies since it screws with my activity and my posting will be back to it’s regularly scheduled replies shortly~ I’m avoiding watching the last epsiode since i had class and i heard it was complete shit.