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Beggin'	By : CeeCee Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Betty immediately felt self-conscious as a huge, jocky-looking guy with dark hair holding a red beer cup let them inside. “Hey! C’mon in! You friends of Mike’s?”
“He told us he was having a shindig,” Lacey assured him, holding out her hand. His grip was firm, and he was reluctant to let her go, looking like she did. Lacey gave him a smug look. “Wanna invite us in, big guy?”
“Sure!” He let go of her hand and gently ushered her inside, taking the opportunity to touch the small of her back. He almost shut the door until Betty spoke up.
“Um… excuse me?” she murmured, waving. He made a sound of embarrassment and grinned, swinging the door wide.
“Hey, kiddo, I got… distracted. Wow. You look… nice. Um, you both look nice. C’mon in. Have a beer, or something.”
"I'm fine for right now," Betty began, but Lacey hooked her arm through Betty's and tugged her along.
"Where's the keg?"
"That way," their giant host beamed, looking like he'd hit the jackpot. He watched Betty's legs and tight, round butt walking away in the tiny scrap of a skirt and drooled.
It felt surreal to Betty to see so many people glance her way in such a crowded room. A few girls eyed her, assessing her, and she looked away. Lacey found them each a red cup and Mike pumped the keg, filling them with the cheap, foamy beer.
"You clean up nice, Bets," he mentioned casually. "No more pigtails?"
"Not if I can help it," Lacey warned her. "She was channeling Heidi of the Alps, or Little Bo Peep this week. The pigtails dominated today, too."
"Pffft..." Betty tsked and shook her head, blushing furiously as Mike handed her the drink. She took an experimental sip of the beer and almost gagged. Blech. "Um... I hate to be rude, but... is there anything else?"
"Not a beer girl? I'm sorry, Betty. Look, we've got a little of everything here. Tequila, vodka and Red Bull, rum and Coke, wine coolers..."
"Give her a wine cooler," Lacey encouraged. Before Betty could protest, Lacey took her beer away from her, and Mike tucked a Bartles and Jaymes strawberry daiquiri into her hand.
"Thanks." Betty had plain Coke in mind, but she decided to step out on that limb. The first swallow went down easily and reminded her of Kool-Aid with a kick.
"Better?"
"Definitely. Thanks."
"Don't pound too many of 'em. You'll regret it."
"I'll be fine." But Betty already felt a funny little tickle in her head and fought the urge to giggle. Was that what a buzz felt like? She decided not to overthink it and had another sip. Sipping wasn't pounding, was it?

"I switched my major to Economics because Fashion and Merchandising was impacted," a nasal brunette with long legs informed Reggie as he tried not to yawn. "So, what do you do?"
"I'm in school full-time," Reggie shrugged. "My journalism classes involve labs every week working on the campus paper."
"Oh, cool. So you're into writing." Reggie heard the question in her tone. He schooled himself not to give her a flip reply but squelched his good intentions when she did a little hair flip over her shoulder.
"Nah. It's just what I do when I'm not on the couch with my hand down my pants."
"What?" Her nose wrinkled in distaste, even though she tried to smile.
"Sorry." He smiled disarmingly, and she nodded like she'd been in on the joke.
"Silly. You're so cute." Reggie cringed and took another hearty gulp of beer. It was going to be a long night. He wondered if it was too soon to claim that he had to pee. "Where are you from again?" He hadn't told her yet.
"Riverdale."
"Oh. Right. Yeah. We drove through there once and stopped at a gas station for a hot dog when my parents were taking us to Central City. It seemed cute."
"The gas station?"
"No! Duh. The town." She lightly socked his arm, making the excuse to touch him. Reggie's beer began to taste really, really good to him, and he nodded and raised his cup to his mouth, avoiding the temptation to let more zingers fly.
She took up his physical space, and it made it impossible to focus on anyone else in the kitchen. He was trapped between her and the refrigerator, and he futilely hoped someone would tell him to get out of the way so they could get the bean dip, tuna casserole, even chopped liver to give her reason to move away from him... Her voice began to annoy him, and he had a hard time not staring at her teeth, or the space between her brows. The commotion in the kitchen as people hovered around the keg and the bottles on the counter made the noise level rise until she was speaking to him at a near shout. Just what he needed.

Betty tried to listen politely to one of Mike's roommates tell her about a ski trip he'd taken to Vail, nodding at all the right moments, but her mind started to wander. She felt out of place. It wasn't like any of the parties at Ron's house, obviously, where she knew everyone, knew where the rest room was, had the full run of the house if she needed to break away for a minute, and where she could go home any time she was ready. This was a different crowd. Some of the faces were vaguely familiar; a few people approached her and asked which residence hall she lived in or mentioned that they'd seen her at the laundromat. But mainly she just suffered the small talk, feeling no one made more than a surface effort at sussing her out or getting to know her. Betty sighed into her wine cooler as she worked down half of it. Mike got bonus points for stocking good drinks, she decided. The noises and voices around her began to melt together into a droning din. She wondered how she ended up there, in that moment, feeling adrift. Lacey was ignoring her plight, fully ensconced in the Vail trip rehash and drinking Betty's abandoned beer after she finished her own.
Homesick.
That was it. That was the element she couldn’t name, the feeling that she couldn’t describe or quite put her finger on until that moment. She felt oddly hollow. It was the same strange confusion she felt on her very first day of kindergarten, a scared little girl wondering who to approach at the four-square court to ask for a turn. Was she carrying the right backpack. Did she have on barrettes that matched her dress. Would someone think she was a baby if she cried when her mother drove out of the parking lot.
“Betty’s from Riverdale, too.” Betty snapped out of her reverie at the sound of her name. She smiled up at them and Lacey elbowed her. “Wake up!”
“I’m awake,” she claimed halfheartedly.
“She’s lying.”
“Am not.” Betty pretended to glare over the rim of her bottle, then surprised herself when she found it almost empty.
“Uh-oh. Someone needs a refill.” Before Betty could protest, her bottle was taken from her hand and another was tucked into it.
“I’m not even that thirsty...”
“Who said anything about thirsty? Lacey, Betty looks like she’s dying of thirst.”
“Parched,” Lacey corrected him. Betty cut her eyes at her, making her roommate snort. “Right. I’ll shut up, now.”
Reggie looked up at the sound of someone in the room mentioning “Riverdale.” He gently squeezed Miss Personalities shoulder and said “Sorry, just a sec.” He sidestepped her and mentioned aloud, “Who’s from Riverdale?”
Betty’s ears perked up at the familiar voice, and her heart raced. No. It couldn’t be... could it? She turned around, and time seemed to grind to a halt, all of the people and noise around her fading away.
Reggie. The same lazy smile greeted her, reaching easily up to his dark brown eyes. He was laidback in jeans and a green, short-sleeved plaid shirt that snapped up the front. The summer had agreed with him; he had a remnant of a tan and a hint of highlights in his black hair.
“Bets!” He completely forgot about the girl standing beside him, and he ignored her tsk of annoyance as she abandoned him.
This wasn’t Betty Cooper.
This girl... this vision... was a knockout. This girl spoke with Betty’s midwestern twang and pleasant alto, but she wasn’t dressed like Betty by far. What was up with the skirt? Better yet, where was the rest of it? He snapped his eyes up, way up, away from her gorgeous legs and dutifully focused them on her face. On that mouth, glossed in rich, deep pink. Okay... that might have been a mistake, too. Reggie’s own mouth went bone dry.
Cerulean blue eyes laughed at him and seemed to eat him up.
“Wow,” she murmured. “This isn’t happening. Reggie. Reggie Mantle. You’re not standing right here in front of me this far from Riverdale!”
“Uh... yeah. I kind of am.” Happiness bubbled up in her gut, and Betty engulfed him in a hug without waiting for permission.
“Oof!”
“It’s so good to see you!” she exclaimed, breathing in his scent. There it was. That smell... he owned it, even if another man wore cologne like that, their body chemistry wouldn’t make it smell the same way.
“Betty, who’s this man you’re mauling to death over here?” Lacey demanded.
“We went to Riverdale High,” Reggie explained. “Reggie Mantle.” He offered her his hand to shake when Betty pulled back, but she didn’t completely let go of him. Betty turned and wrapped her arm around Reggie’s waist while they made introductions.
“He’s lying. We went to grade school together, too. I’ve spent the past thirteen years listening as part of this guy’s captive audience.”
“You did? Wow. Betty Cooper listened to me? Who knew?” Reggie “Hm?”-ed and shrugged. Betty poked him.
“You knew.” He wrapped his arm around her neck companionably, pleased that he found her. It felt unreal.
“You’re out past curfew.”
“You can be my lookout when I sneak back in through the window.”
“I never had curfew,” Lacey shrugged.
“Must have been nice,” Betty grumbled.
“Betty’s a nice girl,” Reggie explained, putting emphasis on it and making finger quotes.
“Ah. I kinda got that about her.”
“Nice. Not nerdy,” Betty clarified.
“Maybe a little... a teensy-weensy...?” Reggie held up his finger and thumb, indicating the tiny gap between them. Betty socked him.
“You’re mean.”
“You knew that.”
“It’s a front,” Betty explained. Mike’s roommate, Frank, nodded and offered Reggie another beer. Reggie nodded, but he took a single gulp of this one and nursed it, finally enjoying the conversation enough not to need a distraction.
As the crowd swelled in the kitchen and the noise around them closed in on her, the only voice that Betty heard was his, while she breathed in his scent, felt the warmth of his hand at her back.
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