Author's Note: Just an idea that's been buzzing around in my head for a minute and thought I would finally get it out. I am not abandoning any of my other stories, this just really wanted to be told. So, tell me what you think and if you want me to continue with it. This story is slightly AU so be warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or any of its wonderful characters.

Chapter 1: Best Burgers in Town

Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe was the best dinner in town. In fact, it was the only diner in town. But that didn't stop the older gentlemen from making the best food he could. His actual menu was fairly limited to traditional American fast food, if you asked nicely enough the man would cook just about anything you wanted. Which, considering the extensive diets of the town's inhabitants, that was quite the accomplishment. But if you were to ask Jughead, the burgers were the best.

"Do you actually taste your food, before you swallow Jug?"

Jughead rolled his eyes at his best friend sitting across from him in the booth.

"You're just upset cause your food's not here yet." Jughead said after swallowing.

"I'm starving man." Archie Andrews groaned, his arms wrapping around his stomach. "It feels like I haven't eaten in weeks."

"Just try not to drool on the table," Jughead grinned, "The girls'll be here any second and they are not a fan of the slobber."

"I'm gonna die." Archie pouted dropping his head on the table.

"I'll write a nice obituary for you." Jughead taking another bite of his burger enjoying the meaty taste.

This time Archie was the one glaring.

"There's our favorite Riverdale boys."

Both teens turned to see Betty and Veronica walking to the booth where they were sitting. Well, more like strutting over in Veronica's case.

"What are you saying to distress Archikins so Juggie?" Veronica asked sliding next to Archie in the booth, while Betty carefully sat next to Jughead, gently sliding her arm through his.

"Don't call me Juggie." He told Veronica, but he couldn't help smiling at Betty's action.

"Jughead is taunting me with his burger." Archie groaned, still not lifting his head from the table.

Jughead took another slow bite of his burger.

"Don't be mean." Betty chastised lightheartedly.

"I don't know about you Bets," Veronica said, moving her purse strap off her shoulder, "but I could seriously go for a shake right about now."

"Your wish is my command."

Archie sighed in great relief as Pop Tate appeared with a hot sizzling plate in his hands.

"Thank goodness." Jughead said sarcastically, "I thought Archie was going to pass out on the floor, and I was not going to clean him up."

"You should know by now that your sheep's heart pizza takes a while to prep Archie." Pop chuckled as he watched the football player devour the bloody meat pie, "Plus, the butcher shop only stays open till seven. I had to make Paul a deal for this."

"You are a miracle worker." Archie mumbled around his food.

"I'm Djin, there's a difference."

After the girls placed an order for two classic shakes, one vanilla and one chocolate, Tate walked off and Archie had nearly downed half his pizza.

"I know that this is part of your diet and all," Betty said quickly handing Archie napkins, "but when you're eating hearts, can you try not to get blood all over your face."

"Not all Skinwalkers are messy eaters," Jughead chuckled, "that's just part of Archie's charm."

To his credit, Archie blushed and took the napkins.

"So, I forget again," Veronica said arching her head in curiosity, "what's the difference between Skinwalkers and were wolves?"

"Not much," Betty supplied as Archie continued to polish off his dinner, "transfer by bite, vulnerable to silver."

"Who isn't going to die being shot by a silver bullet straight to the heart?" Archie said, clearing off his face. "But she's right, the major difference is that Skinwalkers can control our shifts and they're not tied to the lunar cycle."

"Well, should being a relative term," Jughead added, "Archie's not so good about full transformation. He most just grows claws, gets sharper teeth and a tail. The couple of times he's gone full canine, he was too distracted by a tennis ball to shift back out for two hours."

"Dude!"

"Is there video proof?" Veronica asked with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Alas, the evidence was destroyed in revenge."

"Like I was ever gonna let you keep it."

They spent the rest of the night laughing and talking, like any normal teens would. Like they didn't have the murder of Jason Blossom hanging over their heads like the albatross on the neck of the miserable mariner. They would forget, for a just a little while, that in the morning they would have to go back to their reality. They could pretend for one night, that they were normal.

Like I said, just a fun idea that kept pestering me, so please review and tell me what you think.