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Xenodocheionology— lore of hotels and inns

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"Back again?" Jughead raised an eyebrow, watching as the familiar redhead checked into the hotel with an excited smile on his face.

"You're doing it again. You're judging me," Archie said, squinting his eyes at the man behind the counter.

"You come here every weekend. I'm just curious as to why," Jughead sighed as he grabbed the room key card for the one Archie liked to stay in, R227.

"You'll think I'm weird," Archie cringed, grabbing the room key card.

"I already do," Jughead pointed out, sliding his elbows on the counter and resting his head in his hands. "Are you a hooker? Do you sell drugs? Do you hire hookers? Do you buy drugs?"

"Oh my gosh those are the first things that pop in your head?" Archie said in disbelief.

Jughead's coworker, who went by Reggie, quickly leaned over and joined in the conversation. "We have a bet going. I say drug dealer he says hooker," he explained.

Archie blushed and shook his head. "If I was a hooker, wouldn't that be easy to prove? You could ask whoever cleans my room and it would be pretty obvious."

"Oh my gosh! Why didn't I think of that!" Jughead exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization.

"And Reggie, do I seem like a drug dealer?"

"It's the quiet ones," Reggie said, shrugged.

"I've had enough of this. Have a good night," Archie chuckled as he grabbed his overnight bag and walked off towards the elevator.

Jughead was left watching him walk off with a sigh. "I really want to know what he does in there," he whined.

"Jerk off?" Reggie suggested.

"Maybe? But there's never any porn charged onto his account," Jughead waved off.

"Maybe he doesn't like being at home."

"He lives by himself. He has his own apartment in the city not too far from here. It doesn't make much sense," Jughead retorted.

"It's drugs, I'm telling you," Reggie reaffirmed. "Your shift ends in fifteen minutes though, why don't you go up there and see?" He said as he walked back to his position to take the next guest.

Everyone was full of great ideas today.

Jughead decided that he would do just that, right after Archie called in for room service like he always did. He always ordered pizza with pineapples on it. That was another weird thing about him. He quickly changed out of his job uniform and into his regular clothes: Black jeans, a white t shirt, and a black bomber jacket. He spent a few minutes tussling his hair in the mirror, trying to get it to look just right. He wasn't sure why he was going through all these lengths for the guy. Maybe that's what made Jughead weird.

He said goodnight to Reggie and took the elevator down to the kitchen to get Archie's pizza. He was wondering if Archie would let him have some because he was honestly starving. He was hoping a lot of things would happen, actually. He was hoping that Archie was indeed a hooker and opened the door dressed in lingerie and he could be the pizza boy and—