they say i did something bad

Why did Leyla even keep allowing people to talk her into nights out? She didn’t even like nights out. She liked bars in the afternoon when it was empty and she could drink in peace, not after nightfall when they were crowded with people. Still, after some vehement protest from her colleagues and more than a few jabs at her less than stellar social life, she had decided to agree.

Which was a mistake, as it turned out. Shocker. She was just on her way to the bathroom, passing by a strange woman holding something in her hand that Leyla was all too familiar with. Because this would not be Riverdale if she actually got one night off from all the drug drama and gang wars.

“No, thank you. But I’m afraid I’ll still have to ask you to come with me.” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her badge and flashed it for the other woman to see, as usual, acting strictly to protocol. “Officer Munro, Riverdale P.D. You are under arrest for illegal possession of drugs. You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.“ Shoving the badge back into her pocket, her hand now rested on the zip-tie handcuffs in the other one, hoping she wouldn’t need them. “Do you understand?” God, she hoped she understood. Making her arrest someone on her one night off was bad enough, the least she could do was play along.

Okay, so maybe in hindsight offering drugs to anyone around her wasn’t one of Skylar’s best ideas. Those usually came when she was already under the influence of something, or so she thought. They came with the best stories, at least, no one could deny her that. She had just twirled the sticks between her fingers, about to shrug the other woman off when she went on her spiel. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered, leaning her head back against the wall as she shut her eyes for a moment. Not that this would mark the first time that Skylar would be in trouble with the law -- far from it. Her name would most likely bring up a long list of misdemeanors, ranging from underage drinking to possession of illegal substances, ones different than what she was holding in her hands at the moment. Letting out a deep breath she looked at the (slightly intimidating) woman across from her, tuning out the rambling she could probably recite herself at this point.

“Yeah, sure, I understand. Are you sure you’re not just fucking with me?” It was a last minute plea, wishing she had her Serpents jacket to wear as her armor in that moment. This is what Skylar got for going without it, even if the reality was that it may have caused more trouble if she had been identified as part of the gang. She held out her hand palm up, offering the sticks to Officer...what did she say her name was again?

“Can’t you just confiscate the drugs and let me go? It’d make it way easier on both of us, you have to admit.”

Archie couldn’t help but think about how Toto must’ve felt when he and Dorothy were transported out of Kansas whenever he found himself stumbling into the Whyte Wyrm. He didn’t think that he’d ever possess enough fishnets and leather for the bar, even if he’d grown accustomed to the smell of liquor in recent days. At the very least, though, he’d left the letterman at home this time.

Every person at the Wyrm looked like Jughead from various timelines. There was older Jughead, smelly Jughead, bearded Jughead and a girl on the pole who vaguely looked like Jughead that one time he couldn’t afford a haircut in the sixth grade. Archie couldn’t help the shudder that rattled down his spine whenever he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eyes, legs spread and body spinning all around the pole stuck in the middle of the place like a beacon of depravity. 

Of all the people in there, none of them looked like the one he was determined to find and after two (virgin) cherry colas, Archie had to leave his stake to hunt for a bathroom only to find a ridiculous line bleeding out of the men’s room.

“Is it always this–” The words died on his tongue when a lady interrupted him with complaint. He looked bewildered when she gestured vaguely, his question of ‘what?’ was answered when he caught a glimpse of the coloured straws on her hand. “Is that jingle jangle? You shouldn’t be doing drugs, you know. They’re not good for you.”

“No, they’re Pixy Stix,” Skylar drawled sarcastically as she eyed the boy in front of her. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen, although that was no shock to her considering she had done the same thing when she was younger. Multiples copies of fake IDs confiscated by bartenders (and her mother, when she would find them) until the girl managed to make her way to the Whyte Wyrm. Where your loyalties mattered more than your age, and becoming a Serpent gave you an automatic free pass, for the most part. “What, are you like a five year old trapped in a teenager’s body?” A nicely defined teenage body, she noticed with an obvious once over, chiding herself for the thought immediately after.

Clearing her throat she shook her hair so that it feel over one shoulder, her eyes lighting up in recognition. “Wait a second, you’re that Andrews kid. There can only be so many shockingly obvious gingers in a town this small.” Although Skylar didn’t spend a ton of time on the North Side, she knew the basics from being a resident in such a small area to begin with. Not to mention the fact that any interactions with the Serpents were common knowledge, although with FP around they tended to behave more often than not. Which was quickly becoming boring, in her opinion. 

“So what brings you down to the other side of the tracks, hmm?” Stuffing the drugs in her back pocket Skylar crossed her arms in front of her, accepting the fact that they would have to wait for the moment.

Her walk was determined, like she was on a mission. And in a way, Skylar was doing just that. The corner behind the bar was one she was all too quick to make a beeline for, a wide grin crossing her face at the sight of a few friends there. And after just a greeting something was pushed into her hand, the familiar package clasped tightly in her palm as she turned to head towards the bathroom. The night wasn’t really going to get started until she had her boost, letting out a groan as she saw the line.

“What the hell is this?” she complained, mostly to herself and the few others leaning against the wall near her. “If any of you know where I can do this in peace,” she gestured toward the few sticks of jingle jangle in her hand, “I might even be willing to share.”

Skylar has spent her entire life in Riverdale, although she’d be lying if she said she didn’t dream of getting out every once in a while. Her mother is her strongest role model, never needing a man to define her (or anyone else, for that matter).

After graduating from high school she was hired as a waitress at the Whyte Wyrm, eventually working her way up to bartender before she was even legally allowed to drink. Not that anyone paid close attention to the rules there, but Skylar loves what she does. It may not sound as lofty as some people’s goals and desires, but for her she can’t imagine doing anything else.

Skylar has an older brother that she grew up with, but as soon as he turned eighteen he was gone. He hasn’t been in contact with the family since then, and she basically considers herself an only child.

As a Serpent, Skylar is well aware of the dealings with drugs they occasionally dabble in. And for herself? It’s more than occasional.

[ POSITIVE TRAITS ]: bewitching, hopeful, imaginative, sensual, uninhibited

[ NEGATIVE TRAITS ]: domineering, flippant, manipulative, petty, selfish