Drunk//Bughead

intro.

there was liquor on her plump lips.

now, normally, she wasn't the type of girl to drink, she's 17 for Christ sake.

but oh, did she need this.

she didn't mean to cause trouble, but she couldn't think of any other way to clear her mind.

she drank one shot, two shot, five shots more.

her plan was to maybe hook up with a guy at pops, where she'd receive the drinks.

but there weren't any hot guys there, just a middle aged man and a dude sitting at the booth behind her, typing away on his sleek black, sticker covered laptop.

wait. he was kinda cute actually.

wait. he looked very familiar.

wait. it was the one and only Jughead.

She wanted him.

She needed him.