Jughead noticed that Cheryl was wearing cream colored pants that had elastic at the ankles. She felt him looking at her.
"What," the asked her fingers still warm from the heat of the fire inside the jar.
"I've just never seen pants," he said taking his eyes off her and looking at the stove.
"Yeah well. Makes things easier. so. Where should I do the jingle jangle?"
"Put it on a plate or on paper."
"It'll keep you up for days."
"Right Well why would I want to sleep?" she countered back.
"Right," he said quietly understanding.
"Do I owe you money for that? I have cash. Or I can...scre..."
"We're not gonna screw I'm not gonna screw you I told you that. um. Don't worry about it."
"Yeah well. I need the heat on and this way if I pay you..."
"You want my coat take my coat? Actually it's my dad's but."
borrow it anytime that neither of us wearing it, he though.
"No. I just want the heat on."
"And I want to fix it but in this damn weather."
Truth was. She didn't want to have another guy's warmth. Or any guy's actually.
"It's not from the Serpents, if you're wondering. The, jj. I mean yeah they deal but. It's from the guy who took over for Robert," he said meaning Robert Phillips.
Her breath caught. Robert Phillips reminder her of the original sugar man. Her thoughts turned to the white scar on her thigh that she'd had all her life. Jason had had one too. It was hard to see on their white skin. She wasn't entirely sure how they'd gotten them.
"So Ms. Lodge is working the diner again," he said.
"Oh," she replied.
Just like gina she thought.
"I won't do it if. You'd be more...i'll. Just drink," he said knowing jj increased sexual urges.