* ALIVE

being the owner of a florist shop, it was sad to see the occasions the most flowers were bought during. while there were a few customers that strolled in for dates & anniversary’s, she knew it was time for grieving, or a funeral when multiple people stopped in on one day. and while it meant business, she just couldn’t stand to know another innocent person was murdered. tending to a few of her iris’ out front of her shop, she let out a small gasp as she heard someone behind her. “ oh i’m so sorry..  just.. a little on edge. “

it was comical really. the florist’s was full of colour.. full of life. and then there was dallas, head to toe in black.. leather jacket, leather pants, maroon doc martens. skin coated in ink, that serpent tattoo wrapped around their arm. such contrast between the two was enough to make anyone laugh. spotting the familiar face, their hands sinking to pocket. “what’s got you on edge?” they asked curiously, glancing around. “thought you got all that stress out last night.” they teased. “really... talk to me, love.. you okay?” dallas asked, inked hand reaching out to brush down her arm. it was a casual thing. but now and again, they found themselves genuinely caring. that shit was scary.

“you do?” they mused with a small smirk. “happen to be getting more tomorrow, believe it or not.” they insisted. “i’m counting.. a solid hundred and something by now. got any?” they wondered.

“it’s not so hard..” dallas confessed, running their inked fingers through their hair. “you find out what a woman or.. whoever you’re with likes? from the start? and it makes for  a good time.. if you go in blind.. well.. not so enjoyable is it?”

"i mean you can ask whatever you want, babe.. it's just sex, isn't it?" dallas mused with a cheeky grin. "honestly i'm the last person you could over step with.."

“The bar? Let me get you a drink then..” They insisted, walking with her. “I’m not too sure right now.. I’d love some water colour stuff.. that looks beautiful.”

“yeah..” dallas couldn’t help but laugh back with a guilty nod. “it was.. a very good visit, thanks for asking, love.”

Clementine was casually walking towards her car as she noticed someone outside the motel, she didn’t quite recognize the person and as she passed them she smiled, slightly waving. ‘’Hey,’’ she said. ‘’You also stayin’ here?’’

leaving one of the motel rooms, dallas fixed their jacket, hair and.. the rest of their clothes for a minute.  hearing the other, dallas guiltily bit their lip. “i ah.. clem, hey..” they paused, glancing back to the room they left. “i wouldn’t say.. stay.. i.. visit.” they confessed, the australian being someone who paid for their company per-say.

After cleaning up her station at the tattoo parlor, Lilith put a blunt between her lips as she said goodbye to everyone. She walked out, lighting up. The artist inhaled before letting out the smoke. Looking down, her feet started to walk towards the Wyrm before she felt her body collided with another body. “Oh shit dude,” She cursed out. “My bad, I wasn’t looking.” 

Dallas had to easily be the most tattooed person around Riverdale. With a keen hundred and something pieces inked into their skin.. Dallas insisted there was always room for more. Lilith was someone they trusted.. as a serpent.. as an artist and as a friend. Finding the familiar body, Dallas shrugged off the collision. “My fault.” They insisted. “What’s going on gorgeous.. fancy inking me up?” They asked. Again -- is what they should’ve added.

“They’re fucking idiots..” Dallas insisted. “I’ve said it to the Serpents.. you won’t see any of us getting in.. promise.” They insisted, fixing the jacket around the other somewhat. “It’s gorgeous though..”

Though Bryony hadn’t exactly been expecting to work at the gala, as soon as the intercom stated what had just happened, the detective sprung straight into action. Grabbing a hair tie from her purse and pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she immediately followed everyone to the exit, staying there to stop anyone from re-entering. As the person approached, she shook her head. “No one can come back in.”

The serpent was quick to hold up a hand, shaking their head. “Don’t sweat it boss.. didn’t plan on it..” Dallas promised, taking off their suit jacket, handing it back to the blonde. “You look like you need this shit way more than I do..” They nodded.

"A long time? How’s long’s a long time?” They asked curiously. “Ah.. right.. you’re.. the type who smells in, swished it around? Actually knows how it’s supposed to be?” They asked with a shrug. “Personally.. I’d say it’s all the same.”

nox felt insecure as the minutes passed and she got more drunk, ‘’fucking shit,’’ she muttered face palming. ‘’this ball sucks,’’ she sighed. 

“mm..” they mused. “not a fan of balls in any sense really, love..” dallas agreed, knocking back the end of their drink. “my goal is.. the more drunk i get.. the more i can cope with it all.”

velvet was really trying to be sober through the event but without her weed, she felt a little paranoid and anxious. she touched her bare stomach, trying to tug down the red lace, suddenly very concerned with how she looked. she moved speedily to a mirror, checking her hair again before considering going outside and hitting a blunt. she chewed her lower lip, looking around. ‘ i didn’t know everyone could look so nice. ’ she mused.

dallas was not one for fancy parties.. getting drunk.. a crate of beer in some junk yard with a car stereo? that was a party in itself. but here they were.. and they were hot shit. yet maybe a little part of them felt.. lower than the rest. heading outside, dallas’ eyes ran over the other, the red lace.. they were definitely a fan. “mhm.. same.. take you for example, gorgeous.” dallas insisted, raising their glass somewhat at the familiar scent, moving beside the other. “you look amazing.”

“For such a fancy event the wine selection is quite poor. I mean, this Chardonnay isn’t nearly crisp enough…” 

Eyebrow risen to the other, Dallas shook their head. “Don’t really give a shit what I’m give.. what it tastes like. If it gets me drunk?” They paused, raising their glass. “I’m sold.” Dallas insisted, knocking the end of their drink back.

dallas grinned at the push. “oh come on.. here i was thinking you were going to be good with your hands..” they taunted, placing an inked hand on her shoulder, foot just behind hers. “gonna show you how to get someone on the ground.. at least long enough for you to make a run for it. you ready?”

watching her, dallas nodded, inked hands snaking into their pockets. “you alright love?”