It had been over ten years since Sweet Pea had seen Jughead Jones, since they were young and Sweets was starting to grow like a weed and Jug was all big eyes and soft dark curls and the prettiest lips Sweets had ever seen on anyone. Then his dad had committed the crime that should have sent him to jail and they’d had to leave. They’d ended up with another chapter of the Serpents and he’d gone up through the ranks quickly, never really making friends but having his violent and criminal tendencies nurtured until they flourished. It had gotten him a lot of notice from the higher ups and apparently even the Serpent King, because now he had been called back to Riverdale.
Half leaned against the bar of the Wyrm, he lazily flipped a butterfly knife around his palm and smoked a cigarette as he waited for the meeting he was supposed to be having. He slowly looked over at the unexpected words, not giving away how startled he was and pulled the cigarette from his lips as he ran his tongue slowly over his lower lip, twisted it at the corner and bit at the tip for a second before he spoke, dark eyes glinting in interested, “Well, if it ain’t little Jughead Jones. Grew into your pretty, huh?”