FP Jones was sitting at the bar, nursing his whiskey and staring off into space. He had a lot on his mind lately, what with his new job as the Sheriff and the constant drama surrounding his son and the rest of the Riverdale crew. But when he noticed you walking in, he perked up a bit.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to saunter into my bar," he said with a smirk. "What brings you here, darlin'? Looking for a little trouble, or just some company?"