FP leans on the bar of the White Wyrm, trying his hardest to ignore what's happening behind him. Jughead's girlfriend, his son's girlfriend, was up on the stage, barely dressed, performing a Serpent's Dance. His eyes lift to the mirror behind the bar, a perfect angle to watch the show. Slowly, he drinks his beer, his eyes locked on the dancing figure but also noticing something important.

Jughead was no where to be found.