“Toss the ball into the bucket! You! You, sir, would you care to give it a try? Win a stuffed animal for your lovely lady?”
Jughead rolled his eyes so hard that Betty was certain he’d give himself a retinal tear. She smiled and tugged on his arm, turning both of them toward the carnival worker.
“Come on, Jug, it looks easy,” she pleaded, smiling.
He sighed, pained, and said, “Of course it does, Betts, that’s the trick. These mosquitoes have all the games rigged. It’s a staple of American carnivals everywhere—they draw you in with a deceptively easy game and then suck your money out of your pockets, leaving an unhealthy dose of poisonous self-loathing behind.”
She was still smiling, ignoring his protests. When his dark blue eyes finally turned to her face, she let her bottom lip slide forward just slightly, and she pressed herself a little more firmly against his side.
Jughead sighed again, looked up at the sky, and then dig his free hand into his pocket to produce a crumpled twenty dollar bill.
When he extended his arm toward the carnie, Betty grinned happily and released his other arm. Jughead might have agreed to come with her to the park purely because of the food, but she’d been hoping all day that he’d win her something she could cuddle when she was alone at her parents’ house, something that would remind her of him.
As the carnie took the money, Betty noticed the way that he stared at her just a little too long to be comfortable. It made her suddenly turn and stretch onto her tiptoes, placing a good-luck kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek. He glanced over at her with a half-smile in response, his expression slightly less put-upon.
The carnie held out a tennis ball to Jughead and said, “To prove that this is all fair and square, I’ll let you get in a practice toss. You just throw the ball, like this—“ he threw his own tennis ball gently into the blue plastic bucket, then turned back to Jughead, “—and then you toss in the next one. Go ahead, champ.” Jughead tossed his ball and it remained in the bucket. The carnie smiled, widely enough that Betty could see his eye teeth, and said, “That’s it! Just toss in one, and you get one of these,” he gestured toward the small prizes at the bottom of the stand. “Throw in both, and you win this beautiful girl any big prize of her choice.”
Betty smiled at him. “Easy!” she mouthed, just to be encouraging.
The carnie put two balls down in front of Jughead, leaning against the table to one side—oddly close to Betty, but she had been the one to make Jughead do this in the first place, so she didn’t want to make a scene.
He tossed the first ball and it immediately bounced out of the bucket. The carnie said to Betty, “Oh, bad luck. Looks like he’s a little bad with his aim.”
Jughead glanced at her and she saw his eyebrows twitch, as if he was telling her See, I told you.
Betty stuck out her lip a bit again, and the carnie said, “You want to try again, champ?”
“No,” Jughead muttered, but handed over more money anyway.
He tried two more throws, which bounced out both times. While he focused, the carnie said to Betty, “Want to give it a try yourself? Maybe this guy just doesn’t have it in him.”
Jughead looked over, his frustration clear, and said, “Yeah, Betty, why don’t you see if it’s rigged?”
She frowned a bit, not wanting to upset him, and nodded hesitantly. “Sure, I’ll try,” she said.
The carnie smirked at Jughead and gave Betty two tennis balls. She tossed the first one, and it stayed in the bucket. Glancing over at her boyfriend, whose face was looking like a thunderclap, she threw the second ball.
The carnie smiled widely and turned to her. “You have your pick of the prizes, Miss!” He said too cheerfully. “It looks like you’re the real deal—talent inside to match that beautiful wrapper your mama gave you.”
Betty jumped as Jughead’s fist collided with the carnie’s mouth, before she even had a chance to fully process that he was hitting on her. Putting one battered converse on the counter, Jughead stepped up and pulled down a stuffed animal while the carnie was still reeling. He got down, turned, and draped the large green stuffed snake over Betty’s shoulders. Hooking a finger in her belt loop, he pulled her to him and kissed her soundly, his mouth pressing hard against hers until she melted against him.
When he released her, Jughead looked over at the glaring carnie, who was rubbing the back of his wrist over his bruised mouth. Before anyone could say anything, Betty threaded her fingers through Jughead’s hand and brought his reddened knuckles to her lips, kissing them better. She left no room for misinterpretation as she did it, her green eyes flicking toward the carnie in a warning.
Both of them satisfied, they began to walk toward the snack stand that Jughead had wanted to visit before they’d become sidetracked. Betty thought that a funnel cake covered in strawberries and powdered sugar sounded perfect right now. She kept walking and slipped her arm around her boyfriend’s waist, smiling up at him when he glanced at her.
“Sorry to put on that show of my less civilized side, Betts,” he muttered.
She reached up with her free hand and angled the stuffed snake’s head so that its pink felt tongue tickled Jughead’s cheek. “I liked it,” she reassured him, grinning. “Never try to come between a King and his Queen.”