Bughead One-shots | Riverdale

Drunk

TW: Alcohol consumption and medication.

After a while of Betty staying at the trailer on and off, it was always odd whenever she didn't stay the night. Those were usually the nights that Jughead spent writing, when he wasn't encased in the secure arms of the blonde goddess he was dating. It gave him the time alone to get fully immersed in his writing and the words that formed on the screen in front of him at every tap of his fingers against the keyboard. Usually he sped through his writing alone; unless he was with Betty or his friends he enjoyed silence so it wasn't like he wasn't used to it, though this night he couldn't seem to write anything. His blank document stared back at him as he pressed his lips against white clenched knuckles, unable to focus. He had been getting an odd feeling all night - one where you just knew something was wrong, and he hadn't been able to shake it.

Before he could procrastinate any longer his phone buzzed on the coffee table beside his laptop as his ringtone swallowed the silence of the room, and he smiled slightly upon seeing it was his love calling. Before another loop of the obnoxious ringtone could fill the room he pressed answer and held the device against his ear.

"Juggie!" Betty pretty much yelled on the other end, earning a wince from Jughead at the volume, who held it a little away from his ear. "I miss you so much!" She giggled, her speech a little slurred together.

Jughead frowned. She had only meant to be staying at Veronica's for the night, and it wasn't like the girls would drink together alone at the Pembrooke. "Are you drunk?" He asked anyways.

Betty simply giggled again, and it was then he could hear the generic pop song coming from the receiver as well as Betty's voice, as well as a mix of conversation from other people. Many other people. "Kinda." She responded coyly. "I haven't had much to drink, Juggie, only a little."

Jughead sighed and rubbed his free hand over his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. "You sound like you've had a lot. Are you at Veronica's still? Can you put her on the phone?"

"Uh, no we're at-" Betty cut herself off with a hiccup before she continued. "-Reggie's house but Ronnie's here!"

A few faint voices could be heard on the line before an almost rustling noise followed, Veronica's voice soon filing his ear instead. "Jughead listen-"

"Is Betty okay?" He interrupted her as he frowned a little more. Betty had never even drank before, to his knowledge, and now she was drunk at a house party? Reggie Mantle's house party? Of course he wouldn't want to get in his girlfriend's way of having fun, but she sounded pretty out of it when he had spoken to her, and he didn't want her getting hurt or worse.

"She's a bit tipsy. And by that I mean B's absolutely wasted, she sucks at beer pong by the way." Veronica tutted. "She's been asking for you for like an hour, she only just found her phone with her coat."

Jughead inhaled deeply through his nose and tipped his head back against the back of the sofa, trying not to get too annoyed or worried. Betty had wanted him for an hour whilst she was drunk and Veronica hadn't called to tell him?

"Give me Reggie's address. I'm coming to get her."

-

The thumping of the bass from the generic pop song drummed through the house as Jughead walked into the house, tucking the key's of his dad's truck into his jacket pocket. He didn't even want to risk letting a drunk Betty onto his bike. Too many accidents would be just waiting to happen.

As he pushed through the crowd of dancing and laughing high school students, most of which he recognised from Riverdale High, Jughead couldn't help but think back to his own sixteenth birthday party that Betty had thrown in his sophomore year. He just hoped that this night didn't end as horribly.