jughead jones

While everyones attention was on the pair singing on stage or dancing or too busy getting drunk, Betty was casually making her way upstairs. Careful not to look suspicious of what she was doing, and hoping that Jughead was being just as cautious as she was. They couldn’t afford to get caught right now and she didn’t want anyone to ruin their time together either. They hadn’t had a decent amount of time together since they arrived at the party, too busy being pulled in different directions. Glancing around her to make sure no eyes were watching, she moved quickly into one the upstairs bedrooms. With  Jughead following her a few moments later. “That was less than five minutes, Jug. Someone is eager.” She laughed softly, making sure the door was shut and locked before turning back to him.

So far, it appeared as if the guests that occupied the Lodge were suspicious. In her opinion, they had no reason to be. Could the sisters that vaguely got along, not partner up for a gathering of the citizens of Riverdale? Apparently not. If this were her gathering, Veronica knew she would have done better. Alas, she had not had things her way and she was left to throw bits of her ideals in when she could. With a glass of champagne in hand, she made her way over to a familiar face. Of course he was nursing a glass of whiskey. “You’ve heard correct, sadly.” Veronica made her presence known as she softly moved her hand to his shoulder. Just a brief, small touch. Anything longer, people would assume or ask questions which neither of them wanted. “Personally, I want to leave. Or to just redo this whole thing in my image.” She spoke in a hushed whisper while slipping a sip between her lips.

New York’s very own prodigy has been around long enough to know that the person with what seem to be animalistic survival instincts in front  of him, was someone he should befriend. It seemed as if Jughead Jones was the own responsible for the suspicions around town and they were spreading as fast as the grease on the other’s fingers. “ Is it?” The other was perhaps waiting for a piece of information Chad was not willing to give or  maybe for something he could use. “ Why would you think that, Jughead? Why would you believe she is the captain?” his smile grew wider as his icy hues pierced the other’s baby blues.

“ i don’t know , chad-dick , but i don’t think you’re captain material if that’s what you’re trying to sell to me right now.  “ his smile is mocking and humoring the presence beside him with an wintry essence perfuming his jagged word. jughead only tolerated the pretty boy for the sake his friend -- but even then that was stretching the line extremely thin. “ you must be desperate for company if you’re seeking it out over here with me , did your girl kick you to the curb already ? “ his brows raise with curiosity and his lips did a slight upward curl as he popped a french fry into his mouth. 

location : indoor bar

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living with a healthy collection of weirdos.

“i can’t say i trust you jughead… but at this point im taking just about any shred of something that can put an end to them blaming the serpents. you had a day and if you don’t find anything then i put it into my own hands and i get what they have against us, my way.” pea knew that jughead had been known for being able to reasonably at least get good information. not that what would come of it always be an ideal situation…pea was’t looking for that at this point. he just wanted the serpents to stop being blamed. “twenty four hours.” 

he firmly nodded at the statement : jughead knew those words shouldn’t be taken lightly. as much as a shit he could be to sweet pea -- there is a level of understanding there -- especially where they share a similar goal. getting the serpents out from underneath the glaring spotlight is a mutual interest they shared. even if he is one of their favorite person right now--  there’s someone that topped him on that list.  “ you won’t regret it. twenty four hours , meet me at the whyte wyrm. “ his voice has a cemented certainty as he started to walk past him with his next destination already locked in his mind. 

“assholes. the ghoulies were the ones who seemed more aware of what was going on.” he stated knowing well jughead of all people already knew this. if anything pea had to respect that jug seemed on top of things. “that seems to be the way it’s always been. they spread the rumors like wildfire and everyone else has to go through the dirt to get shit done. they wouldn’t be siting so pretty if they weren’t wrapped around hiram’s fucking finger now would they. hell. i bet i can find a way to crash down their high seat in all this.” and he would. at this point pea felt his erratic revenge was what needed to be done after all the turmoil this was going to cause through what remained of riverdale. once again wearing serpent’s skin was going to be a problem.

Betty: Stop eye roll emojing me.

Betty: Fine whatever, I had a crappy day and I just wanted you home to forget about it. I clearly didn't want to talk about it but here we are. happy now? You solved it.

Betty: Did you just use an emoji? who are you?

Betty: and Maybe I was waiting for you naked in bed, but no you wanted to question me. nvm now.

Jughead: 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄

Jughead: If you were really wanting it to go that route , you could have simply started out with text.

Jughead: Why are you getting so defensive , Cooper ?

Jughead: You're not on your A game tonight , the success rate of that argument is a shining zero.

Betty: 🙄 I'm not getting defensive.

Betty: Who said there was going to be an argument about this? I'm fine, I just wanted you to be home.

Betty: Nothing is wrong, can you just get home though? I can't sleep.

Betty: No. Why are you asking a million questions Jug? I'm okay.

Jughead: Why are you getting so defensive , Cooper ?

Betty: Oh, I didn't know I was supposed to send you a million emojis with my text. I didn't want to seem too clingy. 😜💕💋

Betty: No, no need to worry though. Just wondering when you'd be home is all.

Jughead: It's weird when you don't , makes me think something's wrong.

Betty: Are you working late tonight?