"Shut the hell up, Brydie.” annoyance weaved between her words, eyes narrowed into point as she glared at the blonde woman, from over the other blonde’s shoulder. Women like her were always tearing at new potential recruits, goading them, or pushing them further than was even called for within the initiation tactics that the Serpents pushed onto the women looking to join their ranks. As she found out first hand... the men themselves were looking, and always wanted to see what wares they had to work with as troubled women, young and old both, came knocking at their doors.
It was a sick tradition. One that she abhorred, telling Betty as much, with her teeth grit. “Listen... is this really what you want to do? I mean think clearly here for a second. You want to watch over him first hand. And I get that. But doing something like this... this?” hand gesturing to the pole up on the stage, another woman, paid to be there instead of pushed, working over it within her outfit for work. “This isn’t really going to do anything for you and Jughead. Think of who he is. He isn’t going to view this as some act of love. As proof that you’d do anything for him.” No... he’d just view it as sad.
The kind of thing that girls like Betty Cooper had a choice in, even if she herself hadn’t.
It didn’t make her bitter, instead upsetting her that she’d even want something like that for herself, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I mean... come on. Let’s be honest. There are way better ways to consider doing something like this and to make sure that he isn’t getting into trouble. This? This is just inviting more in through the door. It’s a like party of problems for that boy. And he? He doesn’t like parties.”
She figured that as his girlfriend, she’d know as much.
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