*Authors note: Hi guys! Just as a quick note the point of view kind of randomly switches between Jug and Betts depending on the chapter, I'll try to remember to let you know which one it is... also very mature content ahead, you have been warned!*

(Jugheads POV)

The men inside looked up as they entered, first sizing up her then all their eyes falling on jughead who thought quickly on his feet not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to the situation, he played a bit tipsy grabbing Betty flirtatiously by the waist, pulling her against his side. He tensed as she drunkenly placed her hand on his chest looking up at him with glazed over doe-eyes.

"I need the room," He said keeping his voice stern but slurring just enough. He kept his eyes on Betty as they all grabbed their things and obeyed with no hesitations, his shoulder relaxed as they all filed out finally leaving them alone. Betty's mouth had fallen open watching them in shock, but she clearly didn't think about it for too long as she looked around catching on that they were alone. She looked at him still glued to his side, slightly shaking but he couldn't place if it was fear or just the cold seeing as her dress was basically an oversized t-shirt. He looked to her realizing she had still been watching him look over her dress and body. Her eyes fell to a half mast in what he assumed was her attempt at flirting but the alcohol on her breath told him all he needed to know. He let go of her suddenly feeling cold himself as he stepped back and sat on one of the couches, thick smoke filled the air in low haze, and he breathed in trying to take in the situation. But Betty was far too drunk now he couldn't even have a full conversation, she failed to see his predicament as she followed him and bravely sank down on his lap. His sober mind short circuited as she shifted slightly and placed a knee on either side of his legs her dress too tight and straining against her thighs before giving and rolling up slightly showing a pale pink color and all his breath escaped his lungs, he couldn't look away the soft cotton of her panties begging him to touch it, but the drunk girl on his lap had other plans as she leaned down and kissed his neck sloppily, he grabbed her hips forcefully refusing to let himself grab anywhere else or move. She pulled herself back almost losing her balance and falling backwards but he grabbed her involuntarily pulling her back to him and she stole the opportunity to crash her lips to his, she kissed him with a slightly open mouth and he couldn't fight it at all he grabbed the back of her neck kissing her back hard and she whimpered into his mouth. He felt her tongue lightly tickle his bottom lip, timidly trying to make its way into the kiss and he desperately wanted to let her, his body was completely on fire his ears burning underneath his crown-shaped beanie, but the distinct taste of whiskey on her lips stopped him he pushed her back slightly until he could look at her and she whined in protest pouting out her lip, making his lips twitch up into a smile.

"You taste like whiskey, Betts," He said gently taking her off his lap, and putting her down on the couch beside him. He slid his hand through his hair knocking the beanie off his head trying to cool himself off and get his body to calm the hell down, his normal cool and collected composure nowhere to be found. He looked at her somewhat satisfied as he realized she looked just as disheveled as he did, and her chest was rising and falling intensely.

"You don't think they will come back?" She asked the haze seemingly leaving her eyes for a minute as fear replaced it, his brow furrowed confused by her sudden concern. But her eyes were wide and following her gaze he realized she was looking at the black leather jacket on the couch the bright green open-mouthed snake staring at them. "One of them left their jacket," She gulped looking back at him. He raised his eyes meeting her gaze. Clenching his jaw, he saw the fear in her eyes and realization wash over her.

"That's mine."

Betty scrambled to her feet clearly putting distance between them, her eyes searched the room maybe for a weapon or just an escape and he looked at her wondering what she would do next.

"You think I'm gonna hurt you?" He laughed menacingly "I mean you are walking in here with a lot of accusations of me hurting people I guess," He raised his eyebrows and she shook her head slowly.

"You're a serpent?" She asked finally starting to back away from him. He wasn't sure if he should feel accomplished that he was so notorious that she was terrified of him or if he should be offended. He finally decided it was a bit of both and answered her with a silent nod. She turned on her heel beelining it to the door. He swiftly got up, closing the gap between them and grabbing her elbow forcefully and spinning her around. Her skin turned sheet white as she faced him, and her fear only made him grab her tighter. "Jug, you're hurting me," She whimpered, and he realized his fingers were making angry red marks on her skin, he loosened his grip but didn't let go.

"Good," He replied sternly making her look at him her eyebrows knitting together in anger and panic. "You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be running around making up rumors, and you sure as hell shouldn't be getting this drunk around us, wearing that," He scoffed glaring down at her still hiked up dress. She frowned, pulling it down with her free hand. "Listen to me, Betty," He said recapturing her attention "you are playing a very dangerous game, I'm going to let go of you and I'm going to walk you to your car, you are going to go home, and sleep, forget this ever happened and don't come back," He instructed making sure she understood the underlying threat. Hurt quickly flashed across her eyes but she nodded still breathing heavily. He let go of her arm and waited a beat just to see what she would do but she stayed staring at him waiting for him to move. He stepped in front of her opening the door, and lacing his fingers through hers pulling her out with him. He led the way through the main section of the bar holding his arm close to his side forcing her to stay close to him as well. Once they were out the front doors he stopped and let go of her hand, and she pulled it back rubbing it with her other hand as if to make sure it was still there, she silently turned to her right and began walking so he followed. She didn't make a sound just kept walking at a quick pace. This was all going too easy, as she walked further from the bar, seeming like she wasn't going to argue with him or ask any more questions, at first, he was thankful, but it somehow spread to guilt as he longed to tell her more and make her understand, but he didn't know why he cared. He hadn't spoken to this girl since they were kids, what did her opinion of him matter. They approached a car about two blocks away and she went to open the door before cursing under her breath realizing it was locked.

"You can't drive" He said sternly, she leaned against the car staring up the night sky her blue eyes glowing strangely in the moonlight. She breathed deeply and looked back down at him.

"I wasn't going to," She responded weakly before grabbing her tiny black purse and fiddling around for something, she pulled out her cell phone the home screen illuminating her face as she turned her back to him, but he could see over her shoulder that the text conversation she opened said 'Kev' at the top and he stared at the back of her head, anger rising in his throat. She had brought the sheriff's son with her and all he could think about was what he would do right then if she had been anybody else. He should scare the shit out of her, make her regret stepping foot in the Whyte Wyrm tonight, maybe even torture her into silence. At the last thought he found himself a little turned on and he shook the thought from his brain forcing himself back into anger, but he couldn't stop himself from looking down her body, her leather jacket stopping above her round butt that looked earth shatteringly good in her dress and his hand itched thinking he could probably just spank her into submission. Down boy. he told himself repeatedly until she finally turned back around.

"Kevin is on his way, you can go now," her voice was stern but he could still tell she was scared. And for some illogical reason he didn't like the way it made him feel. He stepped closer to her as she crossed her arms over her chest shivering

"I'm not leaving until he gets here," he said looking back to the bar before settling against the car next to her. "In case you haven't noticed this isn't the safest area, and you already have a list of dangerous situations you have gotten yourself into tonight," she looked up at him frowning. But he just ignored her pulling the cigarette from behind his ear and holding it between his lips, as he pulled his lighter out and cupped his hand to shield the flame from the late night wind. He inhaled taking a long and much needed drag. He could feel her watching him so he pulled another drag before offering it to her, her nose adorably scrunched up and she shook her head violently which made him laugh out loud.

"I'm not drunk anymore, Jug," she said seeming like she was also trying to convince herself "so would you care to explain why you are a serpent and why you are threatening me," she searched his face.

"Because you need to understand that what you are doing is dangerous and…" but he was cut off by the sound of running footsteps.

"Betty! I have news!," Kevin yelled to her "You will never believe who their president is… do you remember…"The boy slowed slightly as Jughead leaned his head forward and met his gaze. "Jughead Jones." Jug looked at him pressing his lips together and raising his eyebrows with an unamused smile playing at his lips. They stood there looking at each other the air seeming to still completely. But it was Betty who turned in front of Kevin glaring at Jughead.

"You are their president?!" She yelled at him, shock and anger rising in her tone.

"Well we don't call it a president, that's just weird,"He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Call it whatever, I kissed you!" she practically screamed. Kevin's jaw dropped open behind her.

"You did what?" he said his eyes wide. She waved him off with her hand and kept her eyes trained on Jug.

"I didn't ask you to do that," his voice matter of fact. Her glare deepened but it was mixed with understanding. "Kevin get in the car and take her home," he instructed trying to control the situation. The boy stood there with his mouth still open and jughead shot him a dangerous glare making him look to his feet almost immediately before quickly obeying him and walking to the drivers side sinking into the car. Jug leaned around betty opening her door but she didn't move except pushing the door closed with her hip. "Betty..," he warned. Her eyes wouldn't leave his and they stood there staring at each other for a beat before her phone started vibrating in her hand the name 'Mom' flashing on the screen. She held her phone, ready to answer but stopped herself.

"This isn't over," she said challengingly.

"Promise?" Jughead replied a wicked smirk on his lips. She glared back before opening her door back up. He grabbed her wrist one more time making her look back. "And lose the wig, blonde is better on you." With that she pulled her hand back and sunk into the car he closed the door after her and tapped the roof making her flinch through the window. He watched her answer her phone call and start talking as Kevin sped away. He stood there watching the car disappear letting out a sigh before pulling his still lit cigarette to his lips one last time before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it with the toe of his boot. He shoved his hands into the pocket of his black jeans before starting on his way back to the bar.

He walked through the door ignoring everyone's nods to him and trying to pretend they weren't staring. He stopped at the bar, the bartender Jeremy scrambling to open him a beer. But Jughead waved him off.

"I need something stronger," He said taking a stool and putting his exhausted head in his hands.

The young man behind the bar grabbed a glass before pouring a generous amount of whiskey in it and sliding it to his leader. Jughead thanked him and downed the glass reveling in the burn before closing his eyes remembering that it was what Betty's lips had tasted like and he shifted uncomfortably. Jeremy refilled the glass not missing a beat and Jughead downed that quickly too, trying to shake off the entire night. As his mind thankfully started to feel dulled he took another large glass down and stared up at the ceiling that was covered in barlights and cobwebs. The place normally felt like home but he couldn't help feeling a little lost in that moment. Maybe it was the girl he couldn't get off his mind. She embodied innocence to him, it was fucking Betty Cooper for god's sake, and she was still that perfect girl he had known but he was nowhere near the same as that clueless kid he had been. He exhaled deeply before looking at jeremy again and just motioning for the bottle. The bartender obliged silently nodding before moving along and helping other patrons. Jughead grabbed the bottle by the neck and slid off the stool making his way to the pool tables sharing a quick look with Sweet Pea who was standing with a group of snakeskins, which is what they had unaffectionately dubbed the girls who followed their gang and served the members in sex and company. Jug eyed a small blonde girl dressed in a revealing cut out dress before draping his long arm over her shoulder, she didn't even flinch but when she looked up realizing who he was she tensed slightly before smiling sexily and leaning into his touch. He pulled her away from the group with a little force but she followed him without asking a single question a drunken giggle leaving her lips as she waved proudly over her shoulder to her friends. He led her down the familiar hallway and back to the smoky room where his beanie still lay on the floor and his jacket was still hanging over the couch, no one had reoccupied the room and he sighed taking a sip from the Jack Daniels bottle in his hand before handing it to her, she looked at him flirtatiously before sinking the opening to her mouth and taking a long confident sip not flinching at all the way Betty had. He looked away feeling oddly sad. She sauntered to his beanie before playfully grabbing it off the ground and putting over her bedroom curls, and he glared closing the distance between them and grabbing it forcefully off her head, grabbing her face kissing her hard and hearing her moan into his mouth. He wordlessly pulled her up forcing her to wrap her legs around his hips and walked them to the couch, sitting down. She pulled her lips away seductively lowing her head and kissing his neck, he leaned his head to the side giving her more access as he longed for it to feel good, but her tongue felt slimy to him so he pushed her back and twisted her body so she faced away from him. She bounced up and down trying to wiggle her ass against him and he pushed her up fumbling with his button and zipper pulling out his barely hard member. She stood pulling her panties down her legs as he stroked himself trying to get anywhere, she sat back down as he entered her slightly.

"Jughead," she moaned lifting herself and sinking back down. He threw his head back closing his eyes. "Oh Jug,'" She moaned again but her voice wasn't hers. He opened his eyes suddenly seeing a much different blonde grinding on him and his cock twitched. She bounced on him aggressively and he moaned grabbing her hair from the nape of her neck and pulling roughly she screamed out making him grind his hips harder into her. He held her hips as he pumped himself into her, her small body moving addictively against every thrust. He reached around her finding her soft bundle of nerves and she moaned again as he rubbed hard circles feeling her body shake with pleasure, he pinched his fingers together rolling them back and forth, and she screamed out.

"Jughead, " she breathed out, her thighs pulling together as her body arched "Don't you wanna know my name?" her moans coming quicker and louder.

"No." He growled. But as she turned to look at him her brown eyes filled with lust he knew the moment was gone. She wasn't who he wanted her to be and anger and dread suddenly coursed through his veins, feeling a pang of guilt he continued his thrusts closing his eyes tightly and rubbing her clit as fast as his wrist would let him. She cried out and clenched around him her body convulsing with her orgam and he slowed his hand feeling her come down. She leaned back kissing his cheek and he turned his head from her touch pressing gently on the small of her back forcing her to slide off his lap and stand, she turned searching his face but he stared at her coldly willing her to just leave. She seemed to get the hint and bent down grabbing her panties sliding them back on and fixing her hair before making her way to the door, he exhaled still out of his jeans at half mast. She turned one more time.

"Jughead?" She started and he raised an eyebrow looking at her. "Who is Betty?" She asked quietly. But all he could manage was shaking his head not even realizing he had said her name. The girl waited but when she realized she wouldn't get an answer she quietly just left the room, leaving him with nothing but his thoughts.

He laid back on the couch finding one of the pillows and squishing it under him one arm comfortably pulled behind his head, he inhaled and exhaled, the only sound filling the room was his breathing and he closed his eyes again longing for any type of release from the tension filling his body. He thought back to the way Betty timidly rubbed her tongue along his lip and before he could think too much, his hand found his length and moved up and down finally getting completely hard. He saw her pale pink panties in his head and thought about touching them, the soft cotton on his fingertips, her head thrown back in moan as he rubbed her, her blue eyes watching him as he pulled them to the side and thrust inside of her, his name falling from her lips in an affectionate moan, his hand pumped harder on himself as he thought of how her walls would be so tight and warm and the way she would look so clueless like she needed his help and guidance and he would rub her much more softly and bring her to the brink as she moved in time with his thrust, she would cum around him blushing, the pink tint covering her whole face and chest and with that he moaned her name out loud before finally pushing himself over the edge bucking his hips up into his hand, his release was quick and strong and leaked out falling over his hand as he said her name again coming down from the high, he grabbed another pillow from the floor wiping off his hand and fixing his jeans so he was covered. He took a strugglingly deep breath realizing his other hand still had his grey beanie clutched in it, he rolled to his side, finding a comfortable spot and pulling the fabric to his chest, he closed his tired eyes seeing her face behind his eyelids one more time before sleep completely consumed him.