PASSING THE FOOTBALL TO ––– @joneshead
MATT! @washedupjocks
A coy nod, rather like he was tipping his had – accent bordering on southern despite his northern upbringing. “Officer,” he said, sidling into the empty seat next to him at the bar, a usual haunt for Jughead Jones who made a point of becoming well acquainted with any establishment in town that served a good burger. He grew comfortable in places rather quickly, and wait staff could often see him coming before he even got to the front door. He didn’t need to place his order here anymore. Hunched shoulders, he slouched further forwards on the stool, glancing towards the other man with a raised brow. “I thought there was some big to do at the courthouse today.” All over the news, in all the papers – of course Jughead was intimately aware. “Are you just on lunch or something?”
THE COFFEE tasted more burned than brewed, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and matt had never been picky. growing up, he’d taken what he was given, including ( but not limited to ) the stale chips that tyler always gave him and the undercooked brussel sprouts elena’s mom always made. he was grateful for it all, even the $5 that his mother would give him to order pizza when he’d needed $10. matt leaned back in his seat, eyeing the boy next to him. jughead jones. “ or something, ” he chuckled, sliding his empty cup toward the waitress, and mumbling a thank you when she refilled it. “ someone has to stay on patrol. i drew the short end of the stick. ” he took a sip. fresh. still burned, but fresh. “ aren’t you supposed to be in school or something ? ”
















