Royal Flush

Another Bughead AU. If you liked it leave a comment for me <3

Jughead sighed.

"Where do you want me to sign?"

He was annoyed. It was always the same people and fans attending these parties. Not that he didn't like them, but he'd rather be alone, in his apartment, probably working on his next bestselling novel.

He always had the same conversations with the same people and it certainly didn't help that all of a sudden the majority of the the people who had a newfound interest in him were of the opposite gender; Jughead was sure that he must have signed more boobs than books by now. Of course he was interested in woman, partial proof being his on going liaison with his publisher, Veronica Lodge - he just couldn't understand why so many women threw themselves at him.

The relationship he'd entered into with Veronica wasn't serious, at least not to him. He wasn't sure about Veronica's outlook on things, and she tended to be possessive at times. The brooding author felt that she wanted more from life than he could give, but having known himself for twenty seven years he didn't feel it likely that he'd find someone else who actually liked him for him. He had seen her plans coming though; after having her two children she had divorced her rich, mogul husband, and now lived to spend the substantial maintenance he provided her on designer handbags and pearl necklaces. All while garnering as much attention as she could attached to Jughead's hip, of course.

He put away the black sharpie when he saw Veronica beginning her speech, clapping her perfectly manicured nails against her champagne filled glass to command silence. This was what Veronica was best at, putting herself into the spotlight. Her voice always got this annoying lilt when she spoke to an audience, Jughead mused distractedly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce you to another masterpiece from Jughead Jones III..."

He ordered a drink at the bar, hoping to get himself a little dizzy before the night ended. Cheryl Blossom smirked at him.

"What?" the young writer asked.

"Don't you think Veronica is extra enthusiastic tonight?" The redheaded beauty questioned, taking a sip of her own drink.

"Please, Veronica is always enthusiastic about being the center of attention" Jughead retorted with a roll of his eyes.

"She's going to want you to marry her if you're not careful, Jughead. You guys have been together for four years now." Cheryl's voice had a more serious tone now.

Jughead scoffed, adjusting his beanie.

"We're not actually together. I think that I made it clear to her, more than once actually, that my books and the sex are the only things that will ever connect us." He emptied his glass and made his way over to the stage, where Veronica was just ending her speech.

"So don't be shy and just approach him for an autograph!" Several fans asked for one. He smiled at them and tried to look like he was actually enjoying it.

"For Betty, please," the most angelic voice he has ever heard asked. Before he could register anything he asked the question he asked every woman at these parties.

"On your boobs or in your book?"

"Depends, would you rather sign the book or my boobs?" she asked smirking.

He looked at her and his jaw nearly dropped. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Her petite frame was hugged by a rose colored, flowing dress that showed a good amount of cleavage. Her neck was pale and her skin looked smooth. She had big green eyes, framed by long lashes, gleaming in the warm light of the dimmed apartment. Her cheeks were flushed in a natural red, framed by a few golden strands that were released from her updo. But the part that hypnotized him the most were her plump lips, coated in glittery lipgloss. They looked so welcoming and soft. He couldn't help but think about what it would be like to kiss her.