A/N:
Hey guys! This is my new story and I seriously do not know what I was thinking when I was writing it. But, since I wrote it, I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or anything you might recognize in this story
Chapter 1: The new girl
Betty Cooper walked through the wooden double doors of the Whyte Wrym, her fingers nervously picking at the thick strap of her grey duffel bag that she had with her. Her green orbs glanced around the room, taking in the bright neon signs that stood out from the plain cement walls to the drunk men lazily lying on the sofa, pressing yet another glass of beer to their chapped lips.
Betty sucked in a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves as she arrived in front of a wooden counter, facing a man casually wiping the mountain of shot glasses in the sink with a dry cloth. Betty stood quietly in front of the counter, hoping to catch the man's attention without speaking, but the man was so busy wiping the glasses and placing them back on the shelf to notice the blonde in front of him.
After minutes of waiting and standing like an idiot, Betty cleared her throat, attempting to catch his attention once again.
The man placed the last cup onto the shelf above of him.
Betty took a deep breath, and muttered out a quiet "excuse me."
He walked towards the sink, turning on the faucet and running his hands under the cold water.
Betty's eye twitched as she mentally groaned, but kept her smile on her face. "Excuse me, sir?"
The man turned off the faucet, wiping his hands with the cloth he used before and faced Betty with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. "I was wondering when you would say something, girly." He said with a chuckle, hanging up the cloth in his hands once again on a hook under the counter. "How can I help you today?"
Betty pursed her lips, tasting the sweet taste of the bubblegum lip gloss she applied before arriving at the bar. "I'm looking for FP Jones, sir. Do you know where he is…?" she said hesitantly, glancing around the bar. The man in front of her leaned on the countertop, a grin on his face and his fingers tapping out a beat. "That would be me, girly." He said as he magically produced a cup of ice water, sliding it in front of Betty, which she accepted gratefully. "What's your business with me?"
Betty sucked in a breath and placed her duffel on the ground, and took out a piece of folded paper from her jeans pocket and handed it to the man, who unfolded it and briefly scanned the paper. "I came across this on the streets… and I was wondering if you still need the help…?" She asked nervously, and her fingers automatically grabbed the hem of her cardigan, wrapping and unwrapping the loose thread around her finger.
FP glanced at the girl in front of him as she pressed the rim of the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the ice water. "You want to be a stripper in the Whyte Wrym… Voluntarily?" he asked the blonde, his eyebrows rose in disbelief, and his smile turned into an uncertain frown.
Betty's eyes widened as she choked on the water she was drinking.
"I want to be a what?!" she exclaimed loudly, wiping her mouth with the back of her pink cardigan sleeve. Once she regained her composure, she coughed nervously and pointed out the word "waitress" on the flyer that she had given to FP moments ago. "It says 'waitresses' on the paper, sir."
FP glanced at the flyer once again, letting out a hearty laugh once realizing the mistake that he made that made the blonde so flustered.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry" he apologized, a grin still on his face. "it does say waitress. My bad" Betty nodded curtly, acknowledging the apology as she finished the rest of her water, sighing happily as the cold drink hit the back of her throat.
"So you want to be a waitress at the Whyte Wrym…?" FP asked, making sure as he reached under the wooden counter, grabbing a book and flipping through the pages.
Betty nodded as walked around FP, placing the cup she used in the sink. "Yeah, if you guys still need the help." FP shook his head happily and wrote something down in the book before throwing it under the counter hastily once again. "no, yeah, yeah. We definitely need the help." Betty's eyes lit up, and a sweet smile danced on her pretty pink lips. "But I have to warn you," he said as he walked out from behind the counter. "There are many customers – mostly men – who are very… touchy when they get drunk."
Betty shook her head, her face still as bright and her smile still as sweet as before. "I have my experience with drunken men, Mr. Jones." She said as a bitter memory played in her head. "I should be fine."
FP stared at the sweet blonde in front of him, wondering why a girl like her would have experience with drunken men, but quickly shook the thought away as a certain raven-haired girl sashayed into the bar, waving at the regulars of the bar.
"Veronica!" he shouted, gaining the girl's attention. She gave one smile to the man that was flirting with her and walked over to FP, who introduced the blonde to the raven-haired girl.
"This is Betty; she'll be working with you from now on as a waitress in the club. Tell her what she needs to know and show her whatever shit you want to show her." Veronica rolled her eyes at FP's vague order. Then FP pivoted on his heel and faced Betty once again. "Your work hour's going to be from 9 PM to 3 AM, if that doesn't work for you, tell me so I can change it." FP told her, and gave her a reassuring pat on the back and ascended the two flights of stairs to his office.
"I'm Veronica Lodges, as FP just said," Veronica said, smiling at Betty. "People call me V or Ronnie."
After a brief introduction, Veronica took Betty's hand and started to give her the tour around the bar.
"First floor," Veronica started. "We work here, serving the food to the customers." She motioned to the stage with two metal poles decorating the surface. "I think you know what the stage is for?" Veronica asked with her eyebrow raised, and Betty quickly nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line, making Veronica chuckle at her innocence. "The kitchen is by the left, and the washrooms are by the right."
The two headed up the wooden stair. "Okay, second floor," Veronica said. "Private rooms for… private sessions." She said, making Betty turn red as a tomato, placing her hands over her face. Veronica giggled and laced her arm through Betty's. "If any costumers ask you, it's 400 dollars for a private dance session and a thousand and two hundred for the… actual private sessions. Waitresses are off limits. Our change rooms and the storage room are at the end of the hall."
The two advanced up to the third floor, where they were a messy office, with FP Jones sitting in the big, comfy looking rolling chair with his legs propped up by the wooden table. "FP's office, messy as usual," she said, rolling her eyes playfully as she crumpled up a blank piece of paper and threw it at FP who was on a phone call and couldn't say anything back at the raven-haired girl. "The rest of the rooms on the third floor aren't used for anything."
Once Veronica finished the playing "tour guide" with Betty, she took her to the storage room on the second floor to find Betty her official uniform for the Whyte Wrym.
After an hour of rummaging through the endless boxes that filled up the room, Veronica finally found the parts of the uniforms that fit Betty snuggly. "Try to incorporate one of this on your outfit," Veronica said, handing Betty a beautiful double headed snake brooch and a few packets of condoms. "The brooch is kind of like a sign for the drunk people to know that you work here. The regulars that comes to the bar knows that we sell condoms. Brown is chocolate, pink is strawberry, green is mint, and the white ones are regulars. Five dollars for each. Be sure to always carry some with you." She said, pointing at each colored packet as she spoke. Betty gaped at her casual demeanor when she talked about… flavored condoms. She nervously fingered the brooch, her fingers running over the indents and the lines of on the metal ornament. "Speaking of regulars…" Veronica said, as she led Betty down the stairs to the first floor. "Did I tell you who the regulars are?"
Betty shook her head as the two girls settled down on a black leather couch near the back of the club. "Usually, the club will be packed with the serpents…" Veronica pointed at a man playing pool, a leather jacket with a double-headed snake insignia on his back. "The serpents are a gang that hangs around the club a lot, since FP's their leader. They don't usually cause trouble unless the ghoulies pick a fight with them."
Betty cocked her head to the side. "…ghoulies?"
Veronica rolled her eyes. "The ghoulies are dumbasses that deal illegal drugs and make it look like the serpents did it. That's usually what they fight about. Unfortunately, they're also our regulars in the bar." Betty tucked her legs up on the couch, wrapping her arms around them and rested her chin on her knee. "Do you know any of the serpents?"
Veronica smiled. "Yeah, my boyfriend's a serpent. I hang around them a lot because of that." Betty nodded in understanding, wondering what the serpents will be like when – if – she meets them.
Betty and Veronica became best friends almost instantly after they've met, the two talking nonstop on the big leather couch for the rest of the day until they had to get ready for the night. Once it was half past seven, the duo quickly headed towards the change room to change into their uniforms.
A/N:
so, what did you think?
please read and review, constructive critism are allowed and invited!
(Just saying im not really fluent in english so there might be a couple of grammar mistakes.)