Bughead One-shots | Riverdale

Whiskey

TW: Mention of injury and alcohol consumption.

Originally the night hadn't meant to end with the tipsy couple sat on the pool table in the Whyte Wyrm. Of course it wasn't. Jughead had never drunk with Betty before, and he certainty didn't want to do it in the Serpent den. They weren't even meant to be there in the first place, really, they only were because Betty made him. After getting into a fight and being left with a cut on his cheek that was a little too big for a plaster, originally the blonde had planned to find a first aid kit. But after realising there wasn't one, she resorted to the next best thing.

Jughead grit his teeth as Betty pressed the cotton pad against his cheek, wet with the whiskey that she had found to try and clean the cut with. If her boyfriend wasn't so stubborn she would have taken him to a hospital, but he'd already refused that offer twice.

"Sorry." She murmured as she pulled it away, gently wiping away any blood or liquid from his cheek before she sighed and pulled away with a soft smile.

That was where their night at the Whyte Wyrm should have ended, Jughead thought to himself half an hour later through a slightly foggy mind, taking a sip of the half-empty bottle of whiskey as he watched his slightly-tipsier girlfriend giggle away to herself at something he'd said.

"Juggie?" Betty perked up after a moment, causing him to turn his head to glance at her. Both of them were seated on the edge of the pool table, Betty's legs dangling off of the edge whilst Jughead had his feet on the floor.

"Hm?"

"Where should I get my tattoo?"

Jughead almost choked on the liquor as he turned to face the blonde, who was still smiling. He hadn't even thought about that. Thinking of Betty as a Serpent still seemed wrong, even though she technically still was one. She had done the dance and helped the Serpents on countless of occasions. It would be wrong to still think of her as just being his north-side girlfriend, when in actuality she was his Serpent Queen.

"Uh, where do you want it?" He asked and passed her back the bottle as he hopped down from the table and turned to face her, planting his hands at her hips to stay close in front of her.

Betty shrugged as she took a sip from the whiskey, occupied by lifting his shirt sleeve enough to see the green ink of the snake imbedded into his own arm. Once upon a time the symbol looked wrong and foreign to her on her boyfriends arm, but in that moment - through the fuzziness of the drink - all she could think was how good it looked on him, the word sexy even coming to mind.

"You could have it here." Jughead tapped her upper arm where his was on himself, though Betty shook her head. She needed one small enough and in a place where her mother couldn't see it. The last thing she needed was to face the wrath of Alice Cooper because she joined her boyfriend's south-side gang.

Jughead thought for a moment, baby blue eyes running across the perfect body in front of him as he thought of where it could be hidden. After a moment he leaned in slightly closer to her, his right hand slipping underneath the hem of Betty's shirt to rest his hand on her waist, the rings cold along her pale skin as his thumb brushed over her ribs. "Here?"

Betty swallowed as she took in the closeness between her and her boyfriend. Already the tattoo was out of mind as she ran her gaze across his face; the blue in his eyes, the still-red area of his cut, his lips. Without responding she brought her hand to the back of his neck to move him close enough to kiss him full on the mouth.

Jughead's hand gripped her waist tighter as he pulled her closer to the edge of the pool table as her hands moved through his hair. The already haphazard beanie on his head fell to the floor with a soft thud, though neither of them seemed to notice, too occupied with each other to think of anything else.