Riverdale: Drinking Game

Drinking Game

"Maybe it's all a prank."

I take a big swig from the bottle and pass it to her.

"It doesn't feel like a prank."

She takes her own swig before passing it back.

"I mean how many pranks involve human hearts as a Valentine?"

I can't help but chuckle at the idea.

"Well it IS Riverdale after all."

She laughs at that and I can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy because of it.

She's been doing that a lot lately. Making me feel all warm and fuzzy. It probably has to do with all the time we've been spending together. We've gotten really close because of it.

I point the end of the bottle at her with a smirk and then take a swig, passing it back.

"I'm just glad we found a way to take a break from all of it. You had a great idea B."

The way she compliments me gives me another rush of the warm and fuzzies.

God I really have it bad for Veronica. I tried to deny it or avoid it for so long, but with the way we've been hanging out, trying to act like a couple in public for our mutual stalker has made the truth very, very clear. But we haven't been able to talk about it.

It would be confusing if we did. I mean, with the way we've been acting, it's hard to tell if having the conversation would be an act for our stalker or something that expresses the way we actually feel. Maybe now that we're alone and away from prying eyes, we might be able to actually say it.

"Any idea who actually did it? Or any of the other weird presents we've been getting?"

Her question makes me frown and take a long swig from the bottle.

That's been the most frustrating part of all this. Not being able to figure out who our mystery stalker is. Anything I do to try and track them down ends up going nowhere. It's like they don't exist, except V and I know they exist because we keep getting presents from them.

Thank god that the heart was the most disturbing one. I don't know what I would've done if they'd tried to one up themselves from a human heart. But most of them since then have been more cute and encouraging then disturbing body parts. Invitations to events they want us to go to, public date ideas, and the occasional dress that they've wanted one of us or both of us to wear.

I guess it's because we're giving them what they want. But all this time together is starting to blur the line between our friendship and whatever else is going on between us.

"No, I haven't been able to dig up anything. It's like they're a ghost or something."

I pass the bottle back to her.

"Oh they're definitely real B. All the little gifts kinda confirms that."

She's been doing that a lot lately too. Saying things I've been thinking or feeling before I do. It gives me the warm and fuzzies.

"What do we do though? No matter what we try, they seem to be one step ahead of us. You said that the blood in the jar was too mixed up to manage any kind of DNA test and the human heart wasn't much help either. The heart had the same mixture of blood in it to get anything from it. And the paper on the notes were so generic that it could've come from anywhere."

She takes a swig and passes it back to me.

"I know, and they didn't have any prints on them either."