SLOW DOWN // Sweetpea

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Sorry for the slow updates😬

I sat on the sofa eating my cereal, waiting for Jughead and Betty to get up.
I was reading the article about what the Black Hood wrote, about the town being purified of the sinners.
Sighing, I throw the paper onto the couch beside me and I then hear someone's phone go off in Jughead's room. I then hear him walk into the living room and look at me.

"What?" I ask, concerned.

"It's Penny Peabody." He whispers so Betty doesn't hear.

My eyes widen, remembering the 'favour' that we owed her.

"We need to get to Pop's." Jughead says, running to get dressed.

"Fuck a duck." I mutter under my breath, running into my room to put some proper clothes on.

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I sat next to Jughead at Pop's, Peabody in front of us.

"We can't do this favour for you. Whatever it is, if we have to pay for you helping my dad-." She cuts him off.

"He needs more help. That's why I called. Fp got into a little accident, with some Ghoulies in the prison shows the other day." She says, sighing.

Me and Jughead look at eachother.
"Jesus Christ." I mutter, rubbing my temple.

"He's in the infirmary now." She says.

"Is he okay?" Jughead asks quickly.

"Well they messed up that pretty face of his. The ghoulies wanted blood payback, for the deal that Northsider made with Sheriff Keller- got all their higher-ups locked away." She says, simply.

I furrow my brows.
I really don't like her, one bit.

"That wasn't..." Jughead starts and then shakes his head.

"What can we do? To get him out?" I ask.

"For that, you need money. Rich people? Rich people don't sit in jail. Money greases the wheels of justice." She says, grabbing her spoon.

I sigh.
"We have $18 to our name. That's not even each." I say to her.

"Then maybe we should think of this favour as a job, right? Just a one-time delivery, pick up a crate on the Southside, deliver it to an address in Greendale. That's it." She says as if it's simple.

"Yeh, but what's in the crate?" I ask, leaning closer.

"Let's just say, um... pancake mix." She says.

I look at Jughead and shake my head.

"Penny, we're not gonna be your drug runners." He whispers to her.

"Of course not. You're gonna be my transportation advisor... do this, and I'll use your cut of the cash for your dads case. I'll see what we can do about getting him an early release." She says.

"Okay. I'll do it." He stutters.

I look at him.
"Jughead what the hell? No!" I whisper-shout.

"Nova, I don't want you involved. You're not doing this with me, okay?" He says.

"Jughead I'm not letting you do this alone." I screech.

"I'm not." He says simply and Penny cuts me off before I can speak.

"Good boy." Penny says to him.

"Make the drop-off, Get out before midnight. You don't wanna be in Greendale after midnight... and um this crate, it's not gonna fit on your bike. Can you get a car?" She asks.