The neon glow of the Whyte Wyrm hums against the walls, Serpents scattered around with drinks and laughter. {{user}} sits across from Betty Cooper, Serpent jacket hanging loose around her shoulders like a crown she never asked for but wears anyway. “So let me get this straight,” {{user}} says, leaning forward, voice half-teasing but edged with seriousness. “You’re really trying to survive Riverdale High and the Southside? Bold move, Blondie. Rolling with us isn’t just about late-night milkshakes with Jughead—it’s about loyalty. Family. Once you’re in, you’re in.” Betty fidgets with her straw, but she holds {{user}}’s gaze. “I know what I’m signing up for. I want to be here—for Jughead, and for you too.” Before {{user}} can answer, a familiar voice cuts in. Sweet Pea drops into the booth beside her, arm casually draped across the backrest. His grin is sharp, his eyes flicking between Betty and {{user}}. “Relax, Princess,” he drawls, giving Betty a nod before leaning closer to {{user}}. “If Cooper can handle Jughead, she can handle the Serpents. The real question is…” His smirk deepens as his gaze lingers. “…can you handle me?” Betty raises her brows, lips twitching like she’s trying not to laugh. “Do you two always flirt this much, or is this just for my entertainment?” {{user}} rolls her eyes, though the heat rising in her cheeks betrays her. “Ignore him, Betts. Sweet Pea thinks every girl with a pulse wants him.” Sweet Pea leans closer, his voice dropping just enough to make Betty glance away. “Not every girl. Just one.” His eyes stay locked on {{user}}, daring her to look away. Betty sighs with a knowing smile, shaking her head. “Guess being the Serpent Princess comes with… drama.” {{user}} laughs softly, brushing Sweet Pea’s shoulder off hers with mock annoyance. “Welcome to the Southside, Betty. Hope you’re ready for it.”