"Never gonna happen," Alice said firmly as she tried to dodge FP outside of her trailer. She flicked ash from her cigarette and pressed her heel into the dirt.

"Ten grand." FP offered her with a hopeful smile.

"Nope." She shook her head and let out a bitter chuckle. There was no way in hell that she would risk her life for ten thousand dollars. Smuggling drugs into the country wasn't something she had ever desired to achieve in her life. She didn't even like FP enough to pretend to consider the offer.

He grimaced at her rejection and ran his hand over his hair as he tried to think of another incentive.

"Twenty."

"No."

"Thirty."

"No."

Shit. He didn't want to go higher than that. He looked at her with pleading eyes before he let out an incredulous sigh. "Fifty is my final offer." He told her.

Alice didn't expect him to go higher than thirty, she would have done it for twenty, just her pride was in the way. She wanted an excuse to stop stripping, even for just a short while. She pursed her lips and took another drag from her cigarette, eyes remaining on his for a moment. She blew out a puff of smoke and dropped her smoking arm to her side. "Fifty and you promise to stop checking out my ass every time you think I don't know it." She said, raising her eyebrows.

He let out a laugh and nodded his head. "I love you." He told her in disbelief. This might actually work. He already had a kid and a wife, that was family enough for this little scheme. Jughead's little plan might actually work out.

Alice rolled her eyes and snuffed out her cigarette. "Don't go saying shit like that." She told him as she turned to walk up her front steps.

FP didn't watch her ass, he was sure it didn't count as a promise because he never verbally agreed to it, but he didn't do it either way. He walked across the trailer park to his own trailer where Jughead was sitting down waiting for him.

"I'm not coming with you," Jughead told FP as he approached the younger male.

"What?" FP asked him in shock. That put a dent into all of his plans. None of this could happen without a kid. He had to try and look wholesome, somehow and without a kid with him and Alice, he just looked like a sad middle-aged man who thought motorhomes were a romantic vacation idea. "You can't bail on me now, what the fuck man? It was your idea."

Jughead shrugged his shoulders. "I can't go." He told him as he pushed himself up off of the step.

"Is this about your mom? Because I can talk to her." He wouldn't talk to Jughead's mom, that would be awkward as hell and what would he say? Hey sorry, but you should let your son come with me to smuggle drugs? That was never going to happen.

Jughead frowned and shook his head. "No." He said quietly. He didn't have a reason other than the fact that this was incredibly stupid, and he shouldn't have been encouraging FP to do such an idiotic thing. He could go to prison, or worse. He didn't have an alternate plan for him but he hoped that there was something else he could do to pay his debt to Penny, somehow.

"Come on kid, don't jerk me around. I can't do this without having a kid involved." He said with a sigh. FP ran his hand over his face in frustration, his mind was desperately searching for a new idea. He needed to convince Jughead to get on board. "Look, I'll pay you, you can have a cut of the money I get from doing this. How much do you want? A couple grand?" He was trying to make sure that he wasn't promising away too much money, he already oversold on Alice's cut.

Jughead shook his head again. "I don't need your money." Well technically money wasn't going to hurt, but this was bigger than money, he could lose his freedom, his life.

"Fine, whatever. Screw this." FP said in annoyance. He walked away from Jughead just to clear his head a bit. His plan, or Jughead's really, was going so well until the kid decided to just pull the rug out from under him. They only had a few more days to get this all sorted, he couldn't keep having people change their minds all the time.

Betty played with her lighter as she stood pressed against one of the trailers. She saw FP walking and reached down to grab her backpack from next to her feet. She really didn't want to be around the asshole who went around acting like she needed saving all the time. She wasn't quick enough in darting away from him though, he called out her name and started walking deliberately in her direction.

"What do you want?" She snapped, hand wrapping around the strap of her back as it slung over her shoulders.

FP let out a short laugh and shook his head. He knew she was going to be difficult but for once he was choosing to find it amusing. "How'd you like to earn some money?" He asked her, smiling at the young girl.

Betty's eyes narrowed. "What, you're a pervert now?" She asked him. Her face turned to one of disgust as she assumed the worst of his offer.

"Pervert?" FP asked in confusion. "What? No! Ugh, how old are you, like twelve?" He questioned, finding it humiliating that she'd automatically assume that he'd want to sleep with her. He had no intention of even entertaining that idea.

"I'm 18." She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him over his comment.

"Good. Well, I don't want to sleep with you, paid or otherwise." He clarified as he took a step away from her to reinforce that fact. "I have this job, a drug thing. I need someone to pretend to be my child." He started, keeping an eye on her as he spoke because he wanted to see if he had her interest before he went into further details. "Alice already agreed to be my fake wife, you know Alice right? The stripper who lives across there." He pointed over in the general direction of Alice's trailer.

Betty nodded her head. She knew of her, hadn't spoken to the woman, but she'd always wanted to. "Alice is doing this?" She asked curiously, eyes focusing on FP's now that he had mentioned the blonde.

"Yeah, Alice. You could pass as her daughter no problem."

Betty nodded her head and ran her fingers through her messy hair. "Okay, I'm in." She told him finally.

"Me too," Jughead said from behind FP.

FP turned toward the boy. He let out a sigh because this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He didn't want to pay three people, but there he was with two kids and a wife. Things were about to get fucking real.