[ the last thing on jughead jones' mind is kissing someone for good luck at the stroke of midnight. first of all, he has a girlfriend. she isn't here, but if he is going to kiss anyone, it's going to be her. second, it's honestly as stupid and awkward of a tradition as kissing someone under the mistletoe. third, he needs to get home. time flew by on him. he has two dogs waiting for him back at a house he can't trust. yes, that's right. can't. trust.
so as the countdown begins, he starts to push his way through the crowd towards the exit. no one is going to miss him if he slips out now.
he almost makes it to the doors too before he catches sight of peter. ]
Yeah, and you're the guy who'd ticked off the Snow Queen, right?
[ he likes peter. surprisingly. jug doesn't have a whole lot of trust reserved for the good people of deerington, but he has started to give a few the benefit of the doubt. peter parker would be one of them. he's smart, friendly, and easy to get along with, so maybe it's the growing sense of comfort with him that evokes the sudden, unexpected urge to kiss him as the clock strikes twelve. whatever it is, his eyes have fallen down to his lips just as his hands instinctively lift to cup his face. he is going to feel so sorry about this later, but right now, at this moment, he is going to lean in for that kiss. hopefully, peter will end up with a year's supply of good luck after this. ]
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so as the countdown begins, he starts to push his way through the crowd towards the exit. no one is going to miss him if he slips out now.
he almost makes it to the doors too before he catches sight of peter. ]
Yeah, and you're the guy who'd ticked off the Snow Queen, right?
[ he likes peter. surprisingly. jug doesn't have a whole lot of trust reserved for the good people of deerington, but he has started to give a few the benefit of the doubt. peter parker would be one of them. he's smart, friendly, and easy to get along with, so maybe it's the growing sense of comfort with him that evokes the sudden, unexpected urge to kiss him as the clock strikes twelve. whatever it is, his eyes have fallen down to his lips just as his hands instinctively lift to cup his face. he is going to feel so sorry about this later, but right now, at this moment, he is going to lean in for that kiss. hopefully, peter will end up with a year's supply of good luck after this. ]