FP Jones

One sip, bad for me One hit, bad for me One kiss, bad for me But I give in so easily And no thank you is how it should've gone I should stay strong

[fpserpentking-blog]

Hello! Saw you appplying for Jax in the SOA RPG. I just wanted to ask if you'd be okay with me adding an OC character to the group. A sort of groupie/prostitute who would be there, always close to the Club to allow the boys some release of the sexual tension and just to have fun, or like a call girl/prostitute for the random men passing through town but also knowing the Club memebers so they can call her if they want... Just tell me what you think of that :)

Haha its fine, I applied for tig. I think that's great but I would also suggest you apply for a canon character aswell? Both Jax and Tig have love interests and so it may not work right now but it still a great idea, I'd definitely go for it and we can make some threads and let them become friends and see how it roles :) message me to plot if you'd like 😄

[queenxfhearts]

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FP sat in Pops, his hand tapping against the counter. It had been a slow day with barely any customers. His other hand was occupied by flipping through the pages of the newspaper. His head lulled to one side out of boredom. The kids would be getting out of school soon, so he was certain them, or their families would soon be walking into the premises. Of course, he didn’t quite realise the time as he heard a cough from in front of him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

Cheryl used to love coming to the diner, but these days (with a living, breathing reminder of the worst time in her life working there) her visits became less frequent. When she was there however and happened to run into FP Jones, she didn’t even bother to hide her pettiness. Turning towards the man with crossed arms, she gave him an empty look, brow half cocked. “I dropped my spoon. Be a peach and pick it up before you get me a new one?”

[fpserpentking-blog]

Fp sighed at Cheryl and shook his head "No Cheryl, I'll get you a new spoon but you're perfectly able to pick up your spoon." He said, reaching behind him and grabbing a spoon. He turned around and pointed it at her chest. "Here" he said and deciding to be extra spiteful "remember what daddy taught you, manners are polite" he chuckled.

[switchbladc]

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FP sat in Pops, his hand tapping against the counter. It had been a slow day with barely any customers. His other hand was occupied by flipping through the pages of the newspaper. His head lulled to one side out of boredom. The kids would be getting out of school soon, so he was certain them, or their families would soon be walking into the premises. Of course, he didn’t quite realise the time as he heard a cough from in front of him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I could use a drink. Whiskey,” Sweet Pea said, fighting the half smile that was threatening to make its way onto his features. It was definitely true, he really could use a drink, but of course, that didn’t mean that FP would actually give him one. “And some advice, maybe?”

[fpserpentking-blog]

FP chuckled at the boys attempts and eyed up Pop who was watching him. He leaned forward "I'd swing by the Wyrm later if you're in need of a drink, I can't serve you here" he muttered quietly before stepping back and pouring him a coke. Pushing it forward he replied "What kind of advice? I got 15 different ways to hide a body and 65 ways to kill one"

[fpserpentking-blog]

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FP sat in Pops, his hand tapping against the counter. It had been a slow day with barely any customers. His other hand was occupied by flipping through the pages of the newspaper. His head lulled to one side out of boredom. The kids would be getting out of school soon, so he was certain them, or their families would soon be walking into the premises. Of course, he didn’t quite realise the time as he heard a cough from in front of him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

[mamajcnes-blog]

It wasn’t so much that Gladys wanted to order anything, but more the fact that her husband didn’t even notice her that made her clear her throat after she found a seat and set up her notebook. “No,” she hummed, barely looking up from her computer as her fingers raced over the keyboard. “I was just looking for a place to write in peace.” Looking up at FP with the hint of a smirk flickering over her features she added, “But I’m starting to doubt that a place like that exists in Riverdale.”

[fpserpentking-blog]

FP raised an eyebrow at his wife and sighed "if you wanted quiet, should've stayed at the trailer" he grunted. His eyes trailed her up and down and he smiled softly. She looked good today, and he could barely keep his eyes off her now that he noticed her.

His eyes travelled her body and up to her face. She looked beautiful when she was concentrating. "How's Jellybean?" He asked, trying to start a casual conversation.

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FP sat in Pops, his hand tapping against the counter. It had been a slow day with barely any customers. His other hand was occupied by flipping through the pages of the newspaper. His head lulled to one side out of boredom. The kids would be getting out of school soon, so he was certain them, or their families would soon be walking into the premises. Of course, he didn’t quite realise the time as he heard a cough from in front of him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

            the blonde stared at the man that was on her former table, her childen were there in the baby carriage for two that she bough for the twins. polly knew who that man was and what he did, maybe he didn’t kill the love of his life and dad of her children but he knew about the whole things and was there, however, she was going to act police. pretend. always was like that “excuse me, i was sitting here before and i left a blanket here, i think is right beside you, if you could handle that to me, please?”

[fpserpentking-blog]

FP looked beside him and handed it to her, without letting go. "How's the twins" he smiled. He was expecting to see Polly here. "Jughead and Betty told me about them" he let out a breathe, and let go of the blanket. He noticed the pram next to her and sighed "may I?" He asked, wanting to look at them.

[fpserpentking-blog]

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FP sat in Pops, his hand tapping against the counter. It had been a slow day with barely any customers. His other hand was occupied by flipping through the pages of the newspaper. His head lulled to one side out of boredom. The kids would be getting out of school soon, so he was certain them, or their families would soon be walking into the premises. Of course, he didn't quite realise the time as he heard a cough from in front of him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

[fpserpentking-blog]

FP Jones was a simple man. He enjoyed simple luxuries, including what could be known as the "occasional drink". Although everyone knew this, not many knew that he was now sober almost 6 months. What would a man who was an alcoholic for most of his life, give it all up for. Simple, his family. Although it had taken a long time, a long time indeed. That time included his wife and daughter leaving him. His son resenting him, and a lot of built up tension. Of course, FP was the member of the notorious gang, the southside serpents and they resided on what was almost obvious, the southside of riverdale. FP is now 48 years old, sober sober and working at Pops. However he still had the occasional bad night and got drunk, but those were stepping stones to success he always told himself. He was still the leader of the gang and had to keep up appearances.

[pettyalicecooper]

Alice sat in a booth at Pop’s, laptop open but untouched. There was an article that needed writing. The Ghoulie that had threatened the camping trip was about to find himself dragged to hell and back on the front page of the Register. He was legally an adult so she could print his name and booking photo. His shouted confession of being forced to do it wouldn’t be making it into print. Yet. She was saving that for an expose on Keller and if he’d really gotten the right man during the whole Black Hood mess. For now she was laying all the blame on a drug addled idiot. Of which there seemed to be plenty of these days. A couple of teens loitering in the parking lot caught her attention. Whipping her phone out Alice documented what she was sure was a drug deal. “This is what happens when hooligans run wild. First it’s drug deals in the parking lot, next it’ll be a whore house in the bathroom,” she spoke out loud but not to anyone in particular. A loud, judging tsk accompanied her words.

[fpserpentking-blog]

“Well, if I remember correctly, we all used to have our own fun in the bathroom” FP commented as he slid into the seat opposite Alice. His eyes were bagged and tired, also discoloured. He hadn’t got much sleep recently, due to certain situations. He had first noticed the Cooper woman when he was serving a customer. He almost spilt the coffee on their lap when he heard her comment. He withheld a chuckle, and slid his apron off. He told pops he was taking a break and here he sat. His jacket resting tightly against him. “We all know what we used to get up to Alice, don’t act all high and mighty”

[fforsythia-blog]

jellybean sits on one of the bar stools in pops, the school day was over and she didn’t want to go home. so she had decided to come here instead, she was making her way through a burger and fries. jellybean could’ve gone to a friends house, a group of her buddies were all hanging out but she chose not to. she felt like she didn’t fit in, she was really struggling. it was difficult for the young girl sometimes, she couldn’t place herself. she wasn’t a serpent but she wasn’t just a normal girl either. it was a tough one.  someone sits down on the stool next to her, she knows them. jellybean gives the other a smile, “hey! hows things?”. 

[fpserpentking-blog]

FP looked down at his daughter as he sat, even on the chair she was much shorter then him. He smiled softly and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze. “Doing good kiddo, how about you?” He asked her. His eyes flickered her up and down and smiled, she’d grown up so much since she moved away and it took him by surprise when he saw her first. Even now, he still hadn’t adjusted to the thought of her being so old.