The ride to Wyrm is short, but Betty loves the way it feels to be pressed against Jughead's back as the wind whips around them. Upon their arrival, Betty gets off first, holding onto his shoulders for support. As he stands from his bike, Betty hands him back his helmet she'd been wearing and he hangs it from the handlebars. With her hand in his, he keeps her tucked slightly behind him as they enter the bar.

Inside, the bar is just as she'd pictured it might be. It's dimly lit with a haze of cigarette smoke fogging what light there is. There's a couple of pool tables and of course, a fully stocked bar, but what she hadn't expected were the dozens of eyes fixated on her out of place blonde hair and small stature. As they make their way to the bar, Betty tucks herself closer into Jughead's side as she watches him shoot daggers at anyone who dares make eyes at her.

"Betts," Jughead starts as they come to a stop at the bar, "this is Joaquin."

Prying her attention from a grizzly looking man with a skull tattooed onto his own skull, Betty brings her gaze to the Serpent sitting at the bar.

"I remember you," Joaquin grins, "blondie right?"

Betty nods, "uh, Betty actually. It's nice to meet you Joaquin."

"You mind keeping an eye on her while I get my new asshole installed," Jughead chuckles humorlessly.

Joaquin only nods, patting the empty barstool beside him.
Sensing her hesitation, Jughead pulls her close, "Joaquin's not gonna mess with you," he whispers in her ear, "He'd rather hit on me."

With her relieved nod, he plants a kiss on the top of her head and walks towards the back of the bar, disappearing into a dark hallway.

"Come sit princess," Joaquin request. "You want a drink?"

"Uhm, sure," she nods as she slides into the barstool to his right. "What do you recommend?"

Joaquin smirks a devilishly handsome smirk before waiving over the pink haired girl at the other end of the bar.

"Sup Joaquin," she greets as she continues to dry the shot glass in her hand.

"Get Jugs girl a serpent slut would ya," he grins.

The pink haired girl smirks, nodding as she busies herself with mixing the drink.

A few moments later, Betty is presented with a bright green drink. Both Joaquin and the pink haired bartender watch her intently as she cautiously takes a sip. Upon her first taste, her eyes water slightly, the flavor being a lightly carbonated sour apple. The two serpents grin wildly at each other and she takes another sip.

"Boy, that's really sour huh," she laughs as her tongue curls under.

"It's Toni's latest creation," Joaquin laughs, nodding towards the pink haired girl. "Sour as hell, but it drops panties like nothing else."

"It's kind of addictive," Betty remarks, taking another sip, this time more easily.

"I thought so too," Toni agrees. "Get your feet off my bar," she scolds suddenly to her left.

"But I'm injured," Sweet Pea complains.

"You're gonna be worse if you don't get those nasty ass boots off my bar," she clips, shoving his feet down.

"Gah, fuck," he groans in pain, clutching his ribs. "You trying to kill me?"

"Betty, this huge ass baby is Sweet Pea in case you care," Toni says with a roll of her eyes.

"Hey, I'm not a baby," he argues, "You ever been kicked in the ribs with steel toed boots? It fucking sucks."

Toni only rolls her eyes and returns to drying glasses.

Sweet Pea winces as he tries to get comfortable in the bar seat to Betty's right. Giving up on finding a comfortable seated position, he opts to stand, leaning on his elbow on the bar top.

"Elbows," Toni scolds from across the bar.

"Fuck off T," he clips, but removes his elbow to lean back against the bar instead.

Joaquin laughs at Betty's obvious intrigue with the pair. "Toni doesn't actually care if he leans on the bar, she just likes to piss him off. It's his own fault for listening to her when she bitches at him," he shrugs.

Betty only smirks, taking another sip of her drink before turning her attention to Sweet Pea.

"Are you ok," she questions gently, drawing his eyes towards her.

"Just peachy," he scoffs. "How's Jug? He got the worst of it."

"He's alright," she assures him. "I had him soak in a bath the first night. It seemed to help some."

"Well shit blondie," he teases, "you wanna give me a bath?"

"Not a chance shithead," Jughead grumbles from behind as he reenters the room. As he reaches the bar, he puts himself in front of Betty, driving a hard glare into Sweet Pea.

"He was joking," Betty tells him, grabbing his shoulder in a silent plea for him to back down.

"He wasn't," he grits, his eyes remaining on Sweet Pea's.

"Listen to your girl Jones," Sweet Pea suggests, "I was just fucking around."

With a huff, Jughead pries his gaze from Sweet Pea's and turns his attention to Betty, giving Sweet Pea his back.

"What is this, national shit on Sweet Pea day," he grumbles.

"I'll put it on the calendar," Toni calls from the other end of the bar, earning a laugh from the group and a stern middle finger from Pea himself.

"Are you drinking," Jughead questions as he catches sight of the bright green drink in front of Betty.

"I only had a few sips," she assures him.

"It fine," he chuckles lightly, "I just didn't know you drink."

Betty shrugs, "I don't really anymore."

There's a sorrow to her voice that Jughead easily picks up on and he makes a mental note to bring it up later in private.

"So Jones," Toni starts as she leans over the bar. "Since when are you two timing that snobby Northside bitch?"

"Uh," he scratches nervously at the back of his neck, glancing down at Betty beside him.

"Oh calm down," Toni laughs. "I say good riddance. Betty here seems like a hell of a lot more fun."

"Yea she is," he grins wildly, bringing a beautiful pink flush to Betty's cheeks.

"Do you all know her," she asks the group.

"Nope," Toni says, "Just know what your boy here has told us and it's not pretty."

"It wasn't all bad," Jughead says in his own defense.

"Oh please," Toni scoffs. "She drags you around like a dog on a chain, rewarding you with sex when you're a good little boy."

"And what about her friend," Joaquin adds. "The one she's always making you cart around to be their bag boy? I swear they've got to be fucking on the side."

"She's not fucking Ginger," he scoffs.

"Ooh, what about the time she told you it was cute you and your dad had matching tattoos," Toni laughs, Sweet Pea and Joaquin quickly joining in.

Betty smirks, stifling a laugh.

"You think this is funny," he scolds her, holding back his own laugh as he tries to keep his scowl in check.

"I mean, she is kind of awful, J," she teases.

"Oh no, not you too," he scoffs, rolling his eyes at Tina's terrible nickname for him on Betty's lips.

"Awe, I'm sorry Juggy," she coos sarcastically, earning a poke of his fingers into her side.

"You all suck," he laughs. "Especially you," he addresses Betty in particular, thumbing her lower lip as he subtly pokes his tongue into his cheek.

Betty gives a subtle nod of her head, earning a smirk from Jughead. With quick goodbyes, Jughead eagerly drags Betty out to the parking lot. Betty heads straight for his bike only to be dragged in the opposite direction and tugged firmly against Jughead's chest as he leans on the outer wall of the Wyrm. He kisses her with urgency, their tongues coming out to play as he works at the button on his pants with shaky hands.

"You want- here," she questions breathlessly between kisses.

"Right now," he nods, pushing her down to her knees with a firm hand on her shoulder.

Betty goes easily, shifting her weight to get comfortable with the tar biting into her bare knees. Jughead groans in anticipation, hauling her forward with a firm grip on the back of her head. His swollen tip bumps her lips and she smirks wildly up at him.

"Someone's worked up," she teases.

"Just suck it already," he whines, bumping her lips again.

With a gentle kiss to his tip, he breathes a heavy sigh, gasping as she swallows his length.

"Oh fuck baby," he groans, guiding her head with his grip still in her golden hair.

In their not so private setting against the sidewall of the bar, Betty works him quickly. With every upstroke, her tongue swirls around his tip and she swallows his tip on her every return to his base. His knees shake and his abdomen quivers with tightening of his groin as she forces him deeper, holding him at the back of her tongue before continuing her previous rhythm.

"I'm gonna cum," he chokes out, his free hand finding purchase against the brick at his side. His every muscle begins to clench, his head tossing back as he forces her head down, bursting within the tight squeeze of her throat.

"Fuck," he whispers shakily as his hand drops lazily from the back of her head.

As Betty comes up to stand, brushing the pebbles from her knees, she grabs the hem of his shirt and wipes the dampness from her lips.

"Gross," he teases, playfully smacking her hands away.

"Oh, so it's gross on your shirt, but it's just fine in my mouth," she argues with a playful roll of her eyes as he does up his pants.

Jughead smirks, tugging her by the arm to hug her against his chest. "Thank you baby."

As they round the front of the bar, headed towards Jughead's bike, they run into Sweet Pea, who's leaned back against the wall smoking a cigarette.

"Thought you two left," he remarks, cocking a brow in their direction. He slowly breaks into a grin as he spots the reddened skin of Betty's knees.

Blushing, she tucks herself further under Jughead's arm with a smirk on her lips.

"You lucky dog," Sweet Pea laughs, shaking his head as he stubs out his smoke. With one last chuckle in their direction he shoots Betty a wink and disappears back inside the building.

"He's going to tell everyone," Jughead groans through a laugh.

Betty only shrugs, rising on her toes to kiss his lips.

Later that night, Jughead and Betty find themselves in their own homes for the night. Alice had come home from work with Chinese food and the latest chick flick, deeming tonight to be a girl's night in apology for Betty having to entertain her half-sister this weekend. Across the way, FP had similarly brought Pop's takeout home after work in apology for the beating his son had taken just a short few days ago.

It's nearly midnight when Alice finally gets to bed. Their night had been full of laughs at her half-sisters expense and the movie had been far more hilarious that the trailers had let on. It's not often the mother and daughter find themselves enjoying each other's company, but it's slowly becoming a more common occurrence.

Betty insisted upon doing the cleanup so her mother could get to bed, knowing she has to work in the morning. Alice had been appreciative and Betty takes pride in making sure things are just so for her mother to wake up to in the morning. After fluffing the pillows on the couch and folding up the throw blanket, Betty finally makes her way upstairs.

As she enters her room in the darkness, reaching for the light switch, a large hand covers her mouth from behind, a second arm snaking around her waist and hauling her back into a hard chest. Holding back the scream caught in her throat, Betty manages to flick on the light and whips around, knocking her assailant to the ground with a quick hook of her foot around their ankle.

"Ow, Jesus Betts," Jughead groans, rubbing his backside and clutching his still tender ribs.

"Serves you right," she huffs, giving him a swift smack to the arm. "You scared the fuck out of me."

Jughead laughs as she continues to smack him, until he manages to grab her around the waist and haul her into his lap.

"I'm sorry," he chuckles.

"You better be," she scowls, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest.

"It was much funnier in my head," he smirks.

Betty only rolls her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't just want to see you," he questions.

"You can," she nods, "but it's one in the morning and you had to climb a ladder to get in here." The smirk on her lips assures him she's not mad, but he knows she's expecting a better explanation that him just wanting to see her.

"Tina's coming over," he sighs.

"Then, again, what are you doing here." She cocks a brow at him.

"I don't want to see her," he admits sheepishly.

"So you're hiding in my room," she laughs, allowing him to bury his reddening face in her breasts. "You can't just avoid her."

"I know," he mumbles into her shirt.

"Why is she coming over at one in the morning," she scoffs.

"Because her mom is asleep and she wants to make up," he replies through a groan.

"Awe, Juggy," she coos sarcastically, "my poor boy has to suffer through fucking his girlfriend. How terrible."

"I don't want to," he says firmly, driving a serious look into her eyes.

"She's still your girlfriend Jug," she tells him sympathetically as she takes his jaw into her hands. "You might know that you've moved on, but she doesn't."

Jughead nods.

"You either need to break up with her or grit and bear it until you're ready," she tells him gently.

"I know," he sighs. "I can't do it yet Betts. I don't want to blind side her like that. She thinks I want to make up."

"Then don't," she says, "I know where your loyalties lie. You do what you have to do."

"Give me something to think about," he pleads, tugging at the neckline of her shirt.

With a peck to his lips, she pulls her shirt over her head and easily tosses her bra aside. Jughead immediately buries his face in their softness, his hands coming up to massage them as he sucks one of her pink nipples into his mouth.

"God I love your tits," he groans, pressing the hardness in his jeans firmly against her middle.

"You should go Jug, before you can't explain where you were," she tells him, though her hold on the back of his head remains as he nips and sucks at her breasts.

"Let me touch you baby," he whines, gliding his hand down over her abdomen. His fingers disappear beneath her sleep shorts and he moans as they make contact with her heat.

"Juggy, you need to go," she pleads breathlessly.

"You're so wet for me," he groans, "will you just sit on my dick for a second?"

"Jug-"

"Please baby," he pleads, already pulling himself free of his jeans. "Just for a second. I want to remember what you feel like wrapped around my cock."

As he tugs her shorts aside, he rubs his swollen tip between her folds, drawing a moan from her lips as he bumps her swollen bud. Slowly, she sinks down on his waiting cock, sighing in contentment as he fills her entirely.

"Fuck baby," he groans, holding her firmly in place.

"Time to go Juggy," she reminds him, easing out of his hold to stand from his lap.

Jughead whines at the loss of contact. Leaning back on his hands, he takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself before tucking his still throbbing member back into his jeans.

"You're really gonna make me go," he pouts as she backs him towards the window.

"Think of me," she smirks, kissing his lips before shooing him away.

Back in his room, Jughead is still reeling with the feeling of Betty's heat squeezing around his cock. He tries desperately to think of an appropriate way to break up with Tina when she gets here, but he comes up empty handed. No matter how he does it, she's going to be crushed and he doesn't want to be the one to break her heart. After all, he knows all too well what it's like to have something you love ripped out of your life and he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

With Tina's arrival, she sends him a text rather than knocking at the late hour. With a steadying breath, he meets her at the door and leads her silently up to his room.

"I'm sorry," she tells him as she takes a seat at the edge of his bed.

Jughead nods slowly as he sits down beside her.

"I feel like you're always shutting me out J," she says quietly.

"I shut everyone out," he admits, rubbing at the back of his neck, though he knows that's not entirely true anymore.

"How many times have we had this conversation," she sighs. "Sometimes I feel like I don't even know you."

Jughead shrugs, "what do you want me to say Tina?"

"Anything," she pleads, turning to take his hands in hers. "Anything at all. Just give me something about you that's real."

Jughead thinks for a moment, not really wanting to give her any part of him that he's already given to Betty. "I like to read."

"You do," she says in surprise.

Jughead nods.

"What else," she asks as a small grin touches her lips. "Where do you go when you disappear for days?"

"Uhm," he clears his throat, "I didn't lie to you the other day about dealing drugs."

A look of shock takes over her face before she throws her arms around his neck.

"Oh J," she coos, "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you."

Jughead only shrugs in reply.

"You know, my dad is in the same business," she admits quietly.

"I know," he nods, "he's one of our suppliers."

Seemingly making a connection in her mind, she shakes her head clear of it. "Can we just put this behind us?"

Jughead manages a curt nod before he is promptly assaulted by her needy kisses. He kisses her back as best he can, but it feels so wrong. His lips belong to Betty now and he's discontent to have that marred. Much to his relief and dismay, her kisses move from his lips to the sensitive skin of his neck. Regardless of his discomfort he can't help but moan with the sensation of her tongue lapping at his skin. His mind wanders to Betty's tongue on his skin. As Tina's hands roam his body, they become Betty's in his mind. He allows her to remove his shirt, her fingers moving to make quick work of his jeans he hadn't bothered to change out of yet. With his eyes closed, it's easy to imagine Betty touching him all over, but as she backs away, his eyes open and his stomach sinks with the sight of Tina undressing before him. Everything about her is wrong. Where Betty is curvy and toned, Tina is thin and fleshy. Her A cup breasts are trumped by Betty's full D's that bounce in his face as she rides his cock.

As Tina gets on the bed, she assumes his previously favorite position that she absolutely abhors. Grateful to not have to look at her face, he thinks he can get through this. He takes a moment to dig out a condom from his night stand. Then, he double checks that Tina isn't looking before holding it up in view of the window, just in case Betty is watching. He rolls it on in her line of sight and lines himself up with Tina's entrance. She immediately rocks back, dipping his tip just inside and a flutter of panic rises in his chest. He absolutely does not want to do this, and he's slowly losing his hard on. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forces himself inside and allows his mind to wander back to his beautiful blonde next door. With the memory of her warm heat surrounding his bare cock still fresh in his mind, he holds onto the slick velvety feeling and powers through.

"Oh J," Tina moans, "just like that."

With the sound of her voice, he can feel his arousal wavering. He draws up memories of Betty crying his name as she falls apart at his hand, her breathless moans in his ear and the way her nails dig into his skin as he plows into her.

Without warning her, he manages to cum, filling the condom as he bites back Betty's name on his lips. He's quick to remove himself from Tina's core and discards the condom before slipping on a pair of sweat pants. Tina is slower to dress, remaining sprawled out naked on his bed far longer than he'd care to see. When she finally gets up, she makes her way to Jughead who's busying himself with finding a shirt in his dresser.

"I'm gonna go," she says, smiling lazily as she wraps her arms around his waist from behind.

Jughead is rigid with her naked chest pressed against the skin of his back and her fingers tickling at his abdomen. Clenching his jaw he takes a steadying breath and pats one of her hands mechanically before turning to face her. As she backs away to collect her clothes, Jughead keeps his position at his dresser. He averts his eyes, fidgeting with the rim of his beanie as she pulls her clothes on and it's not until she returns to his side that he looks at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow at dinner." She kisses his cheek. "I can't wait to see Betty," she beams with excitement.

Jughead's stomach swirls with anxiety as he watches her leave. It's not until he hears the soft click of the front door that he releases the breath he'd been holding. Both mentally and physically exhausted, he drops to his back on his bed. The sound of the front door opening again prompts him to smother himself with his pillow as he awaits Tina's return. When he hears nothing further, he assumes she'd just forgotten to lock the door as she often does.

Moments later, he feels the bed dip and he groans internally as a set of lips begin to press kisses to his naked abdomen.

"You're such a good boy Juggy," Betty coos from her place knelt over him as she removes the pillow from his face.

"Betty," he says in surprise, pulling her down by the back of the head to force her lips to his.

"You're so sweet making sure I knew you wore a condom," she coos as she pulls away. "Did you get off?"

"Barely," he groans. "It was awful Betts."

"I'm sorry," she sympathizes, "it's over now."

Jughead nods, his brow tugging together with his discontentment. "Can you stay?"

Betty only nods, pulling him into her chest as she lays down beside him. The first thing she does is pull off his beanie to card her fingers through his hair as he nuzzles into the softness of her breasts.

"Tina's coming to dinner tomorrow," Jughead mumbles sleepily.

"Of course she is," Betty sighs. "I'll be on my best behavior."

"It's not you I'm worried about," he laughs humorlessly. "She thinks she's going to be your new best friend."

Betty rolls her eyes, "Should I be mean to her then?"

"I don't know," he shrugs, shifting slightly to press himself closer against her. "Couldn't hurt I guess."

"We'll see what tomorrow brings," she tells him, kissing him on the head. "Sleep now Juggy."