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Despite the fact that it was her night off, Skylar was still pushing her way through a crowded bar. Albeit, on the other side this time. And with a clientele that she wasn’t completely familiar with, feeling like she knew too much personal information about the ones that frequented the Whyte Wyrm to ever interact with them outside the work setting. But here, at one of the only other bars that a small town like Riverdale offered, she could blend in. Or stand out in a way that she wanted to, which was more her style as her heels clicked against the floor. 

Fuck Hal! He’d ruined a perfectly wonderful family breakfast. Alice didn’t get up before sunrise to cook a good wholesome meal for her family just to have him interrogate her son. It was Hal’s fault Chic hadn’t been raised in their home. Hal’s fault Polly left and didn’t even tell them the twins were born. Her daughter had given birth to them alone. Alice knew what that felt like. She hadn’t wanted it for Polly. But they’d lost her. They had Chic now. And Hal was still being a dick. Naturally. Today was one of those days she’d like a maple syrup truck to plow right into the bastard. Widowhood would look good on her. Until that happened her bad mood was not going to be eased. Especially not with some abomination blighting the town. “What the hell is this? This town used to be a decent town. A respectable town. A town we could all be proud to live in. And now we have this garbage? Who is responsible for this?” Fucking people ruining her suburban dream. She did not claw her way out of the Southside, marry fucking Hal Cooper, and build her life into something out of Better Homes and Gardens for this! No one had any fucking respect in this town. Whoever was responsible for this was going to be dragged through the mud in the Register. What was the use of having a paper if not to use it for your own petty ends. “Despicable!”

Being a cop is not just a job. It’s a calling. Leyla didn’t even know how often she heard that quote without actually understanding what it meant. Things were easier in New York. Easier to ignore the things going on in the town after night settled over it and she ended her shift. Riverdale was different. She knew half the people living here and at least heard of all the rest. Everything going on seemed to suddenly be her business - even after she clocked out and left the station for the night. 

Pop’s wasn’t really the ideal place to sit and read a novel but it was when you wanted to be seen reading a novel. It had a certain aesthetic appeal. The lighting resembled a soft neon bi pride tumblr post. Veronica knew she looked good in it. Then again she looked good in every lighting. Perks of good breeding. Riverdale offered so little real amusement she had to take what she could get. Besides a girl like her was born to be seen, not sit in her bedroom. And seen she was. She could feel a pair of eyes on her but she didn’t acknowledge them right away. A subtle reminder that she was better than them, and worth the wait. Finally she looked up from her book. “A few more seconds and that’ll be considered creepy,” she told them with a smile. “Having a shake at the ol’ Chock’lit Shoppe? I suggest chocolate. But if you’re feeling really daring you should go for a malt.” It was like she was stuck in a Norman Rockwell. Nothing to do but make the most of it while subtly making fun of the whole earnestness of it all.