reggie hadn’t felt much grief upon the death of pop tate --- he had never really felt grief for anything, and it sure wasn’t going to be for a man that owned a diner he ate at a few times a month. but, nonetheless, he made his way to pop’s chocklit shoppe, just like every other mourner in the town of riverdale. he opened the door to the familiar ding & immediately sighted a figure that he hadn’t seen in a while ---- “ veronica lodge, ” reggie spoke with a smirk on his face, coming up behind the girl and standing beside her, propping himself against the bar. “ aren’t you still as beautiful as ever ? figured you’d be down in the speakeasy sucking off some serpent by now. ” @blvejasmine













