Her New York heels hit the gravel section of the parking lot. "What is this all about, Archiekins? I happen to know for a fact Betty would never be caught dead in a...place...like...this." Veronica Lodge's jaw hung open as Archie merely pointed toward the wild blonde biker barely recognizable now as her best friend Betty Cooper. "O M G, Jughead? Are you seeing this?"
"Uh, yeah, Ronnie..." Archie reminded. "Remember? Jug was the one who called ME--to call YOU."
Jughead Jones had a forgiving look for both of them because the situation was dire and demanded solidarity at all costs. "It is clear to me that being around all these serpents, Betty had been 'bitten.' So, this Dark Betty Antivenin is comprised of one part Lodge-charm, two parts Andrews-hypnosis, me stirring vigorously with a generous sprinkling of Jones-weird and injecting it straight into her heart--hoping it is a cure. I can't lose her. You guys are all I have left in my arsenal. I don't know what else to do, you guys..." Archie and Veronica watched as their faithful stoic pal broke down and turned away. The glaring from the gathered Southside Serpents at these outsiders on their turf made Dark Betty stop and turn to see the now-repulsive gang once more.
"Are you guys seeing this?!" Dark Betty hissed at the rowdy mob. She motioned to Fangs Fogarty to stand as a body between herself and Jughead. Archie and Veronica stood together pretending to be brave in the doorway marked by a collection of rattlesnake skulls and bandoliers. "See this, Boys? Jughead brought his goodie-two-shoes Riverdale pals to try to scare me straight..."
"Betty, this isn't funny! This isn't a joke!" Ronnie blurted out.
"Easy..." Fangs Fogarty used a cue stick as an enforcer of the separating perimeter.
Archie's feet were ready for another fight.
"You know what IS A JOKE? You guys! You hypocritical pieces of crap--you think you are HELPING ME?? I WANT to be here...I am CHOOSING to be here..."
"Betty, you can't mean that..." Archie Andrews looked into unfamiliar eyes. Gone were the innocent glassy expressive windows to his childhood. This vulgar leatherbound biker was a complete stranger. "Betty...it's me...Archie. I have known you forever...this isn't you...you know that."
"YOU DON'T KNOW ME!"
Ronnie and Juggy felt completely surrounded. Archie felt strength returning to his injured hand.
"You wanna fight? Let's fight!"
"Archie, No!!!" Veronica reached out for his Bulldogs jacket.
"Arch, this is NOT part of the plan..." Jughead felt a fist hitting his jaw and his ears began to ring. Not much is known about what happened next that night.
Sheriff Keller would be the next person asking what happened.