12:30 am
Jughead was laying on a wooden table they had cleared off. They did the best they could since they couldn't get a coffin at midnight. "Is everyone here?" Sweetpea asks. Jughead's eyes were shut, but he assumed everyone there nodded. "Who wants to start us off?"
The serpents then took turns sharing stories about Jughead. Jughead had known most of these people his entire life, especially the teen serpents. The older serpents were like his aunts and uncles. They supported him through his mom leaving, his dad's relapse, and his sister's accident. He was also there when they needed him.
As the service was coming to an end, someone barges into the bar. It was Shanda, Rickie's girlfriend. She was pulling a still-bloodied Rickie by the arm. "Which of you hooligans beat up my man," she shouts.
"Can this wait until after we're done with this?" Hogeye asks. "We're having a funeral here. Jughead became a Decker almost an hour ago and his final request was for him to be able to see his own funeral."
"No," Shanda snaps. "A matter of fact, didn't you say Jughead was one of the boys who jumped you, Rickie? With his friends Bangs and Sour Sprout."
Rickie nods, doing his best to stay awake. "You're lucky if I don't call the police on your pathetic little gang," Shanda snaps. Jughead opens her eyes, and he sees that she was wearing the colors of the Ghoulie gang. "But that's the first law of gang wars. Never get the police involved."
"Wait, that's a law?" Rickie asks, finally speaking up. They then heard police sirens get closer.
"You called the police?" Fangs shouts.
"You guys nearly beat me to death, and you thought that I wouldn't call the police?" Rickie asks. "Look, I'm not apart of this gang war. I'm just here because I love my girlfriend. I don't even know what I did to provoke the attack."
"You seriously don't remember what you did?" Jughead shouts. "I've been looking for you since last September, and you don't even remember. You don't remember what happened on September 8th, 2019?"
"You knew that Decker I ran over?" Rickie asks.
"It wasn't just some random Decker, she was my sister," Jughead shouts. "She was the only family I had left, and you took her away from me. She didn't even have time to tell me she got the call."
"Dude, I'm so sorry," Rickie says, running his hand through his hair. "It was dark out, and I barely had gotten any sleep the previous night. I've barely been able to live with myself since that day."
"Now's not the time for you to fix your relationship," Sweatpea says. "You have to get out of here before the police burst in. Hop on your bike, and drive until your at least on the northside."
"Thank you," Jughead says. He runs to the back of the bar and opens the door. He runs outside and goes to his bike. He turns it on and hops aboard. He turns on his motorcycle's lights and sped off into the night.