[ seriously, what is going on here? he doesn't feel like himself — or no, he does feel like himself, but he also just made a very impulsive and inherently not him move on a friend. (let's not even get started on the fact that it's a guy friend. he can't begin to process that right now.) all he knows is that he needs to get out of here without any further incidents. easier said than done. whole place has gone insane. it's like stacy's all over again, except now there are massive make out sessions intermingled with the violent outbreaks. so, him not feeling entirely like himself? not good.
he is trying his best not to make direct eye contact with anyone. not to look at their faces because whenever he does, he can feel that slight pull and— maybe he should have paid closer attention to where he's going because he just crashed into someone hard. an apology immediately slips out, but it gets cut short the moment his eyes lands on who it is. ] No. [ nope. no way. can't be. why is reggie here? shit shit shit don't you dare look at his mouth, jughead jones.
this night is going to turn disastrous for him, isn't it? ]
➺ happy n(ew) year
he is trying his best not to make direct eye contact with anyone. not to look at their faces because whenever he does, he can feel that slight pull and— maybe he should have paid closer attention to where he's going because he just crashed into someone hard. an apology immediately slips out, but it gets cut short the moment his eyes lands on who it is. ] No. [ nope. no way. can't be. why is reggie here? shit shit shit don't you dare look at his mouth, jughead jones.
this night is going to turn disastrous for him, isn't it? ]