That night, Pop's Chock-Litt Shoppe had a full parking lot, cars flowing in from all directions. Some were filled with families, some were filled with teenage couples going on small little dates and others were filled with higher class people, dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos, going through the back door, telling Nate Tate, Pop Tate's nephew, the password for the night to get into the speakeasy below the diner.

FP showed up in one of three old tuxedos he had, his hair gelled back and his facial hair a little more groomed as he stepped up to the door. "Hello, Nate."

"Hello, Mr Jones. How's Jughead?" Pop's nephew asked.

"He's not too bad. Still a little upset over the divorce, but he's coming around, I think." FP admitted.

"Hey, if you need me to talk to him, I can. I also went through some shit when my parents split up." Nate offered.

"Thank you. I might take you up on that." He chuckled.

Nate nodded with a smile. "Password?"

FP leaned in to whisper to him like all guests had to. "Bumblebee."

Nate smiled even more and moved over, letting FP in before blocking the door again, waiting for others to arrive, giving him the password.

When FP made it down the stairs into the poorly lit basement of Pop's, he looked around at the Blackjack tables, his eyes falling to the stage where five or six flapper girls danced to the upbeat music filling the speakeasy. He smirked to himself, remembering the old days when he would have "fun" with girls like that and his mind immediately fell to Alice, causing his smile to vanish and he went over to sit at the bar, asking for a soda pop.

"What? No tequila?" Penelope Blossom asked, walking up behind him in an elaborately feathered red dress. She brushed her breasts up against FP's shoulder as she moved to sit on the stool beside him. "You're not still listening to everything Alice Cooper says, are you?"

"Penelope." FP sighed, rolling his eyes as he looked at the red head beside him. "No. I'm just trying my best to stay away from all that shit."

"If that were really true, FP...you wouldn't be here. This is a speakeasy….this place is for people who want alcohol. If you want cream soda, go upstairs with all the giddy teenagers and boring families that make me sick." She said, taking a sip of her cocktail, looking him seductively in the eyes. "Unless you're here for...something else." She smirked.

He rolled his eyes again. "I'm not." He scoffed.

"Oh, come on. One more time won't hurt." She leaned a little closer to whisper to him. "Didn't we have fun last time?"

The bartender came over with FP's soda at that moment and he ignored her, picking up the glass and taking a sip. "Like I said before, Pen...that was a one time thing. And that was before Ali and I got back together."

"Oh, so she's Ali again?" She chuckled. "Never thought I'd hear that name come from your lips after what happened back in high school." She sighed, sipping her drink again. "It's a shame. I could show you a real good time."

"Penelope, you and I are never happening again, alright? Last year shouldn't have even happened."

"I wasn't talking about me." Penelope smirked.

"I'm not interested in any of your brothel girls." FP said clearly, never looking at the woman beside him again.

"No? Not even my new girl?"

"Who's your new girl?" FP asked, sounding more than annoyed at this point and he finally turned to look at Penelope whose smirk had grown and she pointed across the room. FP sighed, rolling his eyes over to see the slim blonde in a short gold dress. The dress was covered in sequins, making her sparkle more than anyone else in the entire speakeasy. The dress was so short that it barely covered her ass and she wore a black feather boa around her back, resting it on her forearms. Her hair was half up in a bun and half down, curled perfectly in some places. FP couldn't help but look her up and down, her hot pink high heels accenting the perfect curves in her calves. The fishnets she wore had diamonds up the backs of her legs and Forsythe couldn't stop himself from licking his lips. Penelope watched FP eye the girl across the room and she smirked, looking at FP as if he was her wallet for the night.

Soon, her new brothel girl turned her head a bit and FP could see her profile and he sighed, looking down and shaking his head. "Penelope."

"Yes, Forsythe?" Penelope responded, facing forward with a smile as if she were clueless, drinking more of her cocktail.

"What is she doing working for you?" FP asked the red head.

"What? She came to my brothel asking for a job...I was resistant at first, but once she told me that no one would hire a woman in her field and that she had made three hundred bucks in just two nights doing what we do...I wasn't gonna say no to her. Penny Peabody can do what she wants. I don't own her. You don't own her. She can make her own decisions." She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink.

FP sighed before standing and going over to Penny, interrupting her conversation with some guy. "Penny." He grabbed her forearm, pulling her away and to a corner of the room. "What are you doing?" He looked down at her short gold dress again before looking back up into her eyes.

"What, Jonesy?" Penny rolled her eyes. "I'm just here to have a good time."

"No...I mean what are you doing working for Penelope Blossom as a prostitute?" FP asked quietly, looking around.

"I need money, FP. And after you kicked me out of the Serpents...I have no clients. And no one around here will hire a female lawyer. It may be the '20's, but us women still got a long way to go." She took a sip from the champagne glass she held. "You were the only one who gave me a chance. But even you got rid of me. So, becoming a 'lady of the night' is all I've got."

"No, it isn't, Penny. You're smart. You can do whatever you want." He said almost in a sad tone.

"Yes. And I am...This is what I want. Now, if you'd excuse me...I have a client I need to discuss some prices with." She looked FP up and down a little sadly as if her true self was present for a moment, before rolling her eyes and going back to the man she was with, her flirty mood resurfacing.

FP sighed and shook his head, going back to the bar to get his soda, but he looked around the place, realizing there was really no reason for him to be here when all he wanted was to see Alice. He left some money on the bar and started for the stairs when suddenly, the entire speakeasy went silent, looking up at the stairs as Alice Smith entered, coming down them with a carefree attitude. She wore an orange snakeskin romper with a long cape flowing down her highly exposed legs in the back. She walked in golden high heels, designed with snakes as well as a golden snake necklace that hung around her neck. FP now knew why the entire place had frozen as he did as well. This was the first time anyone had seen Alice in anything like that since high school. As shocked as he was at first, the moment she made eye contact with him, he smiled, stepping up to the bottom step and taking her hand, helping her down the last few steps.

"What are you all looking at? You've never seen a Serpent Queen before?" Alice asked with an attitude and a smirk.

FP's smile grew even more before he spoke quietly, their arms powerfully linked together. "That's my girl."