The game that they used to call them all together was a mystery waiting to be dissected; Toni and Sweet Pea having exchanged looks upon the introduction of it all in that first meeting behind closed doors, her legs left swinging from the edge of a desk that she oh-so-precariously perched herself upon. Only Fangs seemed to feed into the hyped hysteria of it, but the two fully fledged of them couldn’t make a start or a finish of it. And somehow, if questioned about it, they needed to know enough to make conversation? The warning, going around to the others, was that the Sheriff’s son had a hell of an attachment to the game himself. Great… Plans made, arranged - the two semi-generals of the Jones army meeting up after class and work to unpack the game they were meant to be sparing their after school hours for.
Smoking a cigarette in the privacy of Sweet Pea’s trailer when he walked in, a smile curling its way across her features. Tiredness pulled him down, but she was there with ready arms to catch him, one guiding him down, down, into the space beside her so that she could look over what he dumped out onto the coffee table, sparsely decorated within the neglect of all others within this place. Only Sweet Pea ever came here anymore - his parents, more deadbeats than they were caretakers, having taken off ages ago to chase down some Atlantic City scheme. And she, well, she was a wonderer, made modern day traveller. With no place to really rest herself, even as he came and settled halfway against her, almost the anchor she needed.
The box in his hands as she squinted to read over the words, “Fuck no,” holding cherry red away from him until she realized he’d likely love a hit, pressing it between his chapped lips with a familiar grin, making herself comfortable. “So. From what I know, you get like. A sheet of paper. You make up a character and something figures out the stats of it, I don’t know what, and then that character sheet can stay with you for like. Years. People build entire stories around it, it’s pretty hardcore. Um… someone is a dungeon master? And they set the rules of the game and make up the story you’re going to play. That’s kinda all I know. Why. You gonna surprise me here and show me you’re actually a Dungeons and Dragons aficionado?”
Pushing at him teasingly, but really, happy, that at least they could figure this out together, and somehow make themselves look like less of an ass if ever cornered and made to explain the ins and outs of the game. Jones would have to choose something like this, didn’t he?
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Familiar arms settled around him, comfort taking over as he settled down next to her. It was like coming home, the trailer wasn’t his home, it was just walls that surrounded him and a shelter but being with Toni was what brought him safety and comfort that he found with no one else. Hearing her, he chuckled to himself. It wasn’t exactly his idea of fun, he was more a video games guy but if this was what Jones had in mind.. he had to be convincing right? They all had to be. Serpent discussions over board games seemed like the easiest way to keep it all hidden. ❛ Hell yeah.. ❜ he teased her, taking the hit that she offered and slowly exhaling as he settled further into her, a boyish grin playing on those chapped lips of his.
Hearing her explain it made his brows come together in confusion. Creativity was definitely not his strong suit, more Toni’s or Jughead’s. He was good with numbers and the like, never making up stuff like this game included. ❛ No... God definitely not. I just thought it was a good idea if we want to keep the act of a gaming club up. Weatherbee won’t suspect a thing if we’re actually good or knowledgable on this... ❜ he mumbled to her as he looked up towards her. His grin just grew as she shoved at him. He didn’t mind that they had to do this but he could already feel himself getting bored with the game in his hands.
His hand slid into the pocket of his jeans, worn and old now, he’d be glad to replace them with the pair that lay on the table. He decided to google some of the rules to the game, opening various pages for a moment until he looked up at her. Shifting his position, he put his arm around her instead and let her rest into his side, hand moving into her hair comfortably. ❛ You okay though...? After all the recent shit going down with Hiram Lodge.. ❜ he wondered quietly, lips moving to press to her head as he held her to his side.
Acts of affection were only a common occurrence with the pink haired girl beside him. The other Serpents didn’t see this side of him. Sure he was protective of them, he’d do anything for them but he wasn’t as gentle or kind, the way he was with Toni. ❛ Don’t down play it, T.. You know I know you better than anyone else.. ❜ he whispered to her. It was the truth, he did. Better than Jones or Fogarty.. they’d been best friends from such a young age and built so much together. She could rarely lie to him.
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