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CHAPTER EIGHT ✔️

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CHAPTER EIGHT
ROOFIED BY A NEW YORKER
"lips meet teeth and tongue"
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     Harley wasn't quite sure why she was there, but currently she was standing amongst Riverdale's finest, sipping expensive champagne from a glass.

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     The Lodges was hosting a party, and Veronica had practically begged Harley to attend with her. To be honest, this wasn't exactly her scene. Harley was more of a house party type of gal, not the fancy wine drinking party type. But what don't we do for our friends, right? Especially menacingly convincing ones like Veronica Lodge.

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     After discovering that Mayor McCoy and Sheriff Keller was having an affair, the trio had made their way to Pop's. There they sat in silence, none of them really knowing what to do or say. The boys, being Jughead and Archie, was there too, looking just as distraught as them. They had decided not to bother them. The trio had also debated whether or not telling Kevin about this was a good idea. Harley had never been that close to the boy, so she let the two other girls discuss it. In the end they opted for not telling the Keller boy, as it would do more harm then good. In times like this, Kevin needed to believe his father was still a good guy.

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     Kevin was one of the few in Riverdale with a pure heart of gold. Harley could recall him coming to her aid the first time they'd met. She was peacefully playing at the local playground when the Keller boy noticed another boy their age picking on her. He had pushed her, causing her to stumble and fall into the mud where she had ruined her brand new dress. Kevin had not hesitated to tell the boy off, not giving a damn that the girl was only a stranger. If Kevin hadn't been playing for the other team, Harley would sure as hell made a move on him. If only all the boys were like him.

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     As mentioned, Harley and Kevin was never that close, but they were close enough that Harley knew he deserved the world.

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     Veronica couldn't be said the same about. Well, at least not in the very moment. The Lodge girl had stranded Harley by the bar, surrounding by a sea of sophisticated people that she had little to no idea who was. Harley made a mental note to give Ronnie a piece of her mind after this party. Never was she ever giving in to Veronica's begging again. Ever.

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     Harley leaned her elbows against the bar she was standing by, eyes widening when Alice Cooper marched into the party. Or more so what she was wearing. The Cooper mom strutted in, flashing her body as she sported a red romper with a snake skin pattern, a pair of high heels and her hair widely hanging down. Harley spun around, emptying the remains of her glass. Was she drunk? She had to have been seeing things.

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     "This night just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Harley mumbled to herself, her elbows propped ontop of the counter. Soon enough, someone pulled up beside her, copying her pose, ordering a drink. She recognized the dark hair styled professionally into a quiff. Nick St. Clair, Veronica's friend from the party the other day.

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     "Hey, I'm Nick. I don't think I caught your name at the party." She had hoped the boy would refrain from speaking to her, but as always, her hopes were crushed. So she plastered on a fake smile and turned to him.

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     "Uh, yeah I'm Harley Byers. Nick you said?" The two shook hands. He offered her a charming smile.

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     "Nick St. Clair. A friend of Ronnie's from New York." He informed. Harley already knew that. Veronica hadn't really said a lot about the boy, other than the fact that they had been friends forever and that he was one of the good guys.

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     "Bet all these Riverdale girls go crazy when you tell them that." Harley joked. She had first hand experienced how some of the girls here acted when encountering someone from the bigger cities in the country. They all probably pounced the guy like sharks to slum.

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     He chuckled at her, thanking the bartender when he slid over the beverage. "Yeah, no. Haven't really had time to tell any cute girls yet. Well, except you of course." She snorted at his lame attempt to compliment her.

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     "I'm flattered, St. Clair." She joked. He was nice to look at, Harley would give him that. Putting his obviously big ego and snobby demeanor aside, maybe she'd found him appealing. Just maybe. Then again, Harley found a lot of guys attractive. From her own best friend, Jug, to a gang leader, Malachai. Now that she thought about it, she had horrible taste in men. Most of the ones she had ever flirted with had been assholes. That must mean Nick is one too then.

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"How about I buy you a drink? You look like you need it." Nick offered, already putting his hand up to order a drink. Harley snorted at him.

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"I don't know whether or not I should thank you or slap you. Do I look like a huge mess or something?" Harley continued to joke. Nick let out a laugh, enjoying her company. That, and the revealing dress clinging to her frame.

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"No, you just have this look in your eye." He explained, pointing to her eyes as he did.

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She hummed. "What look?" She pressed curiously, accepting the drink he had ordered. They were both underage, so she was curious as to how they were both drinking with no consequences, but she brushed it off.

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"This look that either makes you look like you're about to commit murder, or that you're about to chuck something at someone and get the hell out." Harley let out a strangled laughter at the description. It was kind of how she felt in the very moment.

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"That's accurate." She laughed. He grinned widely. From afar, Josie and the pussycats and Veronica away making their way onstage, probably to perform some song.

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"Woah, you good there?" Nick asked when the Byers girl suddenly stumbled slightly. She opened her mouth to answer, when she suddenly felt incredibly drowsy. No matter how hard she tried to, she couldn't seem to form any proper words. It all came out as mutters as she tried speaking.

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The girl stumbled once again, his arm secured around her waist being the only thing keeping her from tumbling to the ground. He supported her, starting to pull her out of there. Her mind raced as her sight was growing blurry by the second. She hadn't had that much to drink, had she?

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"I got you, don't worry." He cooed as he pulled her away from the crowd and into a car. Her eyes started dropping close, the last thing she felt being an unsettling feeling about the guy telling her not to worry.

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