Riverdale: A Ghost Town (Male Reader Insert)

Part 2

The Pembroke:

Veronica steps outside her room in some very parish attire, which easily catches the eye of her mother who looks at her with a perplexed look. "Where are you going?" Hermione questions. "And don't say clubbing, it's a school night."

"But that's exactly why I'm going." Veronica replies with a cheeky smile. "And do you know why? Because I have a 'get out of jail free' card." 

Hermione sighs. "Okay Ronnie, enough. Checkmate, what do you want?" She asks her for the sake of her sanity. 

"For you to admit what you did." Veronica demands, not really being specific enough since there's like three reasons she's a little mad at her right now. 

"Fine, I kissed Fred Andrews."

"No, mom, the other thing." Veronica re-traces to a certain thing involving the old drive-in. "It involves you forging my signature to get Fred Andrews that stupid contract to build on dad's land." 

"Veronica, I asked you to sign that-"

"You broke the law, mom, and you used me to do it." Veronica criticizes, obviously still bitter about that whole thing. "When dad finds out, he's gonna think that I betrayed him."

"He won't, I will tell him." Hermione promises, though Veronica looks a little skeptical about that. 

"Really? When? Right now?" Veronica questions, grabbing her purse and standing up. "Because I'll cancel my plans for that."

"You know it doesn't work that way-"

"In that case, I'll talk to you later, my friends are waiting." Veronica tells her mother, walking out to door to commit her plan of rebel-styled payback.

"Ronnie, do not go out that door." Hermione commands, afraid of the current conflict that radiates from Veronica's entire soul.

Veronica does go out that door.

"Veronica!"

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The Roving Eye:

"I feel.... tipsy just standing in this line." Y/N comments as he, Kevin, Veronica, Josie, and Reggie stand at the front of the night club, ready to let loose. The horror-freak turns to Kev. "Does that make any sense?" 

"I think it's just painfully obvious you've never been to one before." Kevin replies, to which Y/N admittedly nods. Yeah, that's probably it. "Anyway, did you hear from Betty? She okay?"

"Yeah, that Ghostface guy took off the second your dad arrived." Y/N replies with a shrug, purposefully getting the details a little wrong for the sake of his cover. "Guess we found their weakness."

Kevin chuckles.

Dancing comes as instinct about five minutes after walking inside the building, the lighting is decent for the club, and a couple drinks encourage even Y/N to brave the dance floor. Not that anyone usually cares about dance moves unless you're a fifty-year-old grouchy, ex- dancing teacher that got fired for looking like Humpy Dumpty's cousin. 

The five seem to share their own little circle under he disco lights, the guys take turns twirling the girls around while they take the almost-literal spotlight. To top it off, they boost their moods up in a little jumping huddle. 

After whom knows how long, they find themselves falling on one of the booths, drinks in hand and with a little giggle coming out. "Mmm-mmm girl, you better hydrate." Josie encourages, glancing at the cup of alcohol in her hand. "You practically left your body on the dance floor."