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[skystrattons-blog]

Despite the fact that it was her night off, Skylar was still pushing her way through a crowded bar. Albeit, on the other side this time. And with a clientele that she wasn’t completely familiar with, feeling like she knew too much personal information about the ones that frequented the Whyte Wyrm to ever interact with them outside the work setting. But here, at one of the only other bars that a small town like Riverdale offered, she could blend in. Or stand out in a way that she wanted to, which was more her style as her heels clicked against the floor. 

Her walk was determined, like she was on a mission. And in a way, Skylar was doing just that. The corner behind the bar was one she was all too quick to make a beeline for, a wide grin crossing her face at the sight of a few friends there. And after just a greeting something was pushed into her hand, the familiar package clasped tightly in her palm as she turned to head towards the bathroom. The night wasn’t really going to get started until she had her boost, letting out a groan as she saw the line.

“What the hell is this?” she complained, mostly to herself and the few others leaning against the wall near her. “If any of you know where I can do this in peace,” she gestured toward the few sticks of jingle jangle in her hand, “I might even be willing to share.”

[pettyalicecooper]

Fuck Hal! He’d ruined a perfectly wonderful family breakfast. Alice didn’t get up before sunrise to cook a good wholesome meal for her family just to have him interrogate her son. It was Hal’s fault Chic hadn’t been raised in their home. Hal’s fault Polly left and didn’t even tell them the twins were born. Her daughter had given birth to them alone. Alice knew what that felt like. She hadn’t wanted it for Polly. But they’d lost her. They had Chic now. And Hal was still being a dick. Naturally. Today was one of those days she’d like a maple syrup truck to plow right into the bastard. Widowhood would look good on her. Until that happened her bad mood was not going to be eased. Especially not with some abomination blighting the town. “What the hell is this? This town used to be a decent town. A respectable town. A town we could all be proud to live in. And now we have this garbage? Who is responsible for this?” Fucking people ruining her suburban dream. She did not claw her way out of the Southside, marry fucking Hal Cooper, and build her life into something out of Better Homes and Gardens for this! No one had any fucking respect in this town. Whoever was responsible for this was going to be dragged through the mud in the Register. What was the use of having a paper if not to use it for your own petty ends. “Despicable!”

[sterlingwarne]

below zero temperatures, a bottle of beer in hand. perched on the hood of his car while looking up at the pitch black sky. the perfect night. 

      everyone kept reminding sterling to stay indoors, respect curfew, how the town was more dangerous now. it didn’t feel more dangerous, it felt peaceful and calm; the soft rustling of leaves in the wind, the chill of cold air on his skin, the stillness of it all.  and even if there was a fear growing under his skin with every moment that passed, well this still felt a hell of a lot safer than the warne mansion was with his religious extended family paying a visit. 

      the idiocy of his decision hit only moments later, his heartbeat racing as he heard footsteps approaching. he always tried to be fearless, bury his emotions deep below the surface like his father taught him - if all else failed sterling could consider a career in acting because he was good at it now. so with one shaky breath, he managed to right his demeanor, taking three large gulps from his bottle of corona before beginning to address the approaching figure. 

       "i still think about the greek myths while stargazing, just the idea that you could impact the world so much that a god felt the need to put your image in the stars?” he refused to tear his gaze away from the sky as he spoke, dragging out his own paranoia in the process. “it’s a pretty cool idea, right?” 

[inxjustice]

Being a cop is not just a job. It’s a calling. Leyla didn’t even know how often she heard that quote without actually understanding what it meant. Things were easier in New York. Easier to ignore the things going on in the town after night settled over it and she ended her shift. Riverdale was different. She knew half the people living here and at least heard of all the rest. Everything going on seemed to suddenly be her business - even after she clocked out and left the station for the night. 

In New York, she could look away when some guy snatched a candy bar from a store when she did her grocery shopping after a night shift at four am. In Riverdale, even people looking vaguely suspicious were enough to catch her attention and push her to intervene. This? Definitely past her definition of vaguely suspicious. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”, she asked, trying a lot harder to sound tough now that she didn’t have her uniform to convey authority for her.

[icecoldlodge-blog]

Pop’s wasn’t really the ideal place to sit and read a novel but it was when you wanted to be seen reading a novel. It had a certain aesthetic appeal. The lighting resembled a soft neon bi pride tumblr post. Veronica knew she looked good in it. Then again she looked good in every lighting. Perks of good breeding. Riverdale offered so little real amusement she had to take what she could get. Besides a girl like her was born to be seen, not sit in her bedroom. And seen she was. She could feel a pair of eyes on her but she didn’t acknowledge them right away. A subtle reminder that she was better than them, and worth the wait. Finally she looked up from her book. “A few more seconds and that’ll be considered creepy,” she told them with a smile. “Having a shake at the ol’ Chock’lit Shoppe? I suggest chocolate. But if you’re feeling really daring you should go for a malt.” It was like she was stuck in a Norman Rockwell. Nothing to do but make the most of it while subtly making fun of the whole earnestness of it all.