7132/Burgers and fries, beanies and brooms

Burgers and fries, beanies and brooms
Date of Scene:	04 April 2019
Location:	Riverdale
Synopsis:	Jughead and Sabrina contemplate the future of Twilight Drive In over burgers and shakes at Pop's.
Cast of Characters:	Jughead Jones, Sabrina Spellman

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Jughead Jones has posed:
School's been out for a while. Sitting at one of the tables near the windows, Jughead is isolated as he usually tends to do with himself when he's 'working'. Which is really working on whatever novel project that he has stirring in his head at the moment. The battered laptop he carries around is opened and set on the table, connected to Pop's wi-fi as he taps away on it.

A plate of burgers is about half-gone - down to only a couple now. Every once in a while, he'll reach over - take a burger, bite into it, and set it back on the plate, reaching for it absently. The remains of a chocolate shake in it's distinctive glass sit aside, the cherry swimming around in the remains of whipped cream and chocolate.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
The bell above the door that announces new customers dings quietly as Sabrina enters the shop with Salem a few steps behind her. After just a cursory inspection of the occupants she spies Jughead sitting by himself, as usual, and makes her way over to knock knuckles lightly upon the table beside his laptop. The shoulderbag with which she's never without is laid in the seat oposite where he's sitting and Salem has already jumped up in the booth to make himself comfortable licking at his butt because cat.

"Hey Jugs." Settling into the same booth as her cat, Sabs glances at the pile of burgers then back to the owner, "What are you working on?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
Looking up, Jughead offers a grin. "Hey Sabes." he greets. "Oh, you know, the usual. Looking for a good story hook to kickstart the creative juices." He reaches up and taps the side of his head and then slumps. "I think I've hit a wall." There's a shake of his head as he leans back in his seat and glances at Salem. He's not gonna rat out the cat without the hat at the table.

"Writer's block is real." he laments. "And it's not even something that cheeseburgers can conquer. How about you? Anything you've noticed lately that's gotten your attention?"

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
The question is rewarded with a sharp laugh, quiet though it might be, and a series of slow nods. "To say the least, yes." Rather than answering immediately however, she waves the waitress over to order herself some fries and a strawberry milkshake with extra Malt. She smiles to the waitress and looks back to Jughead, "Nothing you'd classify as nonfiction, though." She even air quotes around nonfiction. Sabrina is anything if not interesting.

"I have to go to New York... not like right now, but soon. I got invited to a club by the Goddess of Death."

Jughead Jones has posed:
There's a lift of Jughead's brow as he pushes himself up. "Did I ever tell you how wonderfully strange you are, Sabrina?" he says with a laugh. "You come up with the best stories." Because of course she's not going to visit a club at the invitation of the Goddess of Death. "But if you wanted to go to New York, there's the zeta tubes. I'm pretty sure that it'd be cool. I've never tried a burger in New York." he admits, reaching over for that burger on his plate again.

"The gang's been kinda scattered lately." he admits with a shrug. "I just don't want to sit around doing nothing. More to life than just the mysteries of Riverdale, right?" Sabrina may actually noticed that Jughead /smiled/ at her.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina points a crooked finger at Jughead's face, "I saw that." Of his smile, making camera click motions with that finger like she's taken photographic evidence that this moment has transpired. Nobody would believe her otherwise. "I don't have a passport." As far as taking the Zeta tude goes. "I'll have to find another means to get there." She's wonderfully strange enough to do so too.

Certainly wouldn't be the first time.

"I want to learn about norse runecasting for extra credit in history. Ms. Zildenburgh might even let me out of writing a paper... and you know how I hate papers." Writing is his thing, not hers.

"Yeah... I haven't seen any of the gang around aside from in passing. But I've seen a lot of new faces in Riverdale lately."

Jughead Jones has posed:
"You need to have a passport? Sounds old fashioned. Get a Z-tube pass for the day, that'll get you there and back." Taking out his phone, Jughead taps a few keys and slides the phone over to Sabrina to look at. There's rates for daily, weekly, and even monthly visits. "As long as you use your student ID, you're golden." he points out to her, before he considers her words.

"Norse runecasting? I mean, that's how you end up with Beowulf, or you know, Thor. Speaking of, instead of going to New York, why not just go straight to New Asgard? Get it from the source, you know?" he suggests as he folds his hands together over his laptop, and looks at Sabrina thoughtfully. "I've never known you to go round about on anything, Sabes. I mean, though this sounds like major extra credit type stuff. You that beind in Ms. Zildenburghs? I can help with assignments if you need to catch up."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Eh, this is club Mjornir." Sabrina explains, "Where I need to go in New York, that is." Incase it wasn't obvious, which it probably was. She reaches out and takes the phone to look over the rates with a flick of her finger to see what lies beneath, "These aren't bad, actually." Phone held back out, "Could probably swing that in a week."

Aint like she's working anywhere right now!

Her fries arrive with her shake and she once more smiles up at the waitress, "Thanks." Then looks back to Jugs while sipping some of the strawberry goodness, "I know, and I'm not doing anything round about. I wasn't going to do the extra credit, but it just fell into my lap."

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Suprise extra credit is always the best extra credit." Jughead starts to say, though when she mentions Club Mjolnir, he looks surprised. "Wait, don't you have to be eighteen to go there? American laws and all that?" he asks curiously. Okay, she got his interest. Not exactly an easy thing for the platinum blonde to do, but now it's there.

"Going to try to get a selfie with Thor?" he asks with a small chuckle. "I'm sure that would get old Zilda's interest."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"I -am- eighteen." Sabs says with her hands open, staring at Jugs as if he grew an extra head, "I'm almost ninteen. Where have you even been for the last year?" A clutch of fries is taken to dip in her milkshake before eating, smirking at the thought of a selfie with Thor.

"Aunt Helda would be beside herself, honestly. If he's there, I'll try and get his autograph for her. She has a birthday coming up soon anyways." Gears turning a little, more fries dipping into milkshake.

Jughead Jones has posed:
Her's aren't the only gears that are spinning. Though he has the good sense to at least /look/ surprised with Sabrina tells him how mature she is now. "Some of the most immature people I know are in their thirties and forties." Perhaps referring to his own family. "Age should never be the determining factor in things. I'm not saying that you're immature..." he's quickly making sure to add. "You're not. I mean, you're one of the most stable people I know."

A witch is one of Jughead's most stable friends. It makes sense, really.

"I wonder what a burger there would taste like. Does an Asgardian even know what a burger is?" he asks in contemplation. While Sabrina may have the liquid means to travel - Jughead isn't quite as lucky. She may know that he's living out at the Drive-In that he also works as the projectionist at.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"You just said I couldn't go because I was seventeen, only reason I mentioned." Sabs says with a little frown, tucking a few strands of platnum hair behind her right ear. "Besides, stability is all objective." She counters with a shrug, "Some of the most unstable people I know actually appear the contrary." Eyeing his burgers at the mention of an Asgardian variation, "I'm sure they offer something? Like a muton burger. An MLT, with the tomato cut real thin..." Quoting a movie well before either of their time.

"What are you thinking about, Jughead Jones." Squinting at his serious face. She is aware of his living situation and only doesn't offer to help fix it because, A. She cant and B. he probably wouldn't let her anyways.

Jughead Jones has posed:
"A mutton lettuce and tomato." Jughead makes a face at that. "Oh. Was just pondering giving you some two for one coupons for Pop's while you're there. You know, hamburger of the gods. Or something." He gives her another one of those smiles for just a moment. "There's been talk of closing down the drive in. You know, want to see a show - just Z-tube, you can go to Broadway. Or someplace with air conditioning. The art of the drive in is becoming lost." he admits with a wave of his finger at the screen, before he closes it.

He does glance at her as she pushes her hair back, and he returns his attention to his burger. "I wasn't insinuating that it was your age, Sabes. I was talking about American laws, silly as they can be at times." he points out to her. "Come on Sabes, you ever know me to try to insult anyone?" He actually looks slightly hurt for a brief flicker of thought at that.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"I know." Sabs shakes her head at Jugs, "I didn't think you were trying to insult me. Just saying I'm old enough to legally go to the club for the express purpose of learning what I'm going there to learn. It's like networking, only with a club owner. Or something." She quirks her lips to one side thoughtfully, then bobs her head, "I'll take some of those coupons, though. Hand them out while I'm there, maybe drum up some outside interest in the best burgers in the pacific north west?" A rueful grin and a wink.

As for the drive in? She nods again, grin turning down at the corners, "I heard. What are you going to do?" She asks honestly, sipping a bit more of her milkshake. "Obviously we're going to try and save it right?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Obvs." Jughead responds, folding his hands over each other on the table. The last burger is forgotten about as he turns to more serious things. "Be careful, okay? I mean, this sounds like a fun trip. But you're talking about things like the Queen of Death, and rune stones, and Club Mjolnir. I.. I don't want you getting hurt." he shrugs his sholders. "You don't have anything to prove to Mrs. Z. Or anyone else for that matter. It's just a grade after all." For a moment, Jughead meets Sabrina's eyes. And he looks concerned. Worried. And maybe for a moment, a flicker that could be mistaken for anything.

"I was thinking of doing some avant garde type flicks. You know, the type of movies that paved the way to the more modern stuff today. The classics. Some suspense, some noir, some sci-fi stuff."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"I'm always careful." Sabrina assures before she sees that flicker in Jugs eyes, her own squinting at it without commentary. Her mouth fusses from one side to the other, worrying across her lip between her teeth, then she suddenly grabs for the last hamburger and snatches it. "Mine." Maybe trying to lighten the mood? Unaware that people have lost hands for less.

"Like some Ed Wood flicks? Aunt Zelda likes those, though she'd never admit it openly." Smirking around a conspiratory bite of burger which she washes down with a long slurp of milkshake. "Maybe we should through a drive in party night? See if Pops will cater and maybe get a live band to play between movies?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
The burger is stolen - and it's only because of Sabrina's value as a friend that Jughead allows the woman to get away with it as he smirks and steals a fry in response. "Oh, that's a good idea. I wonder if anyone would show up though. I mean, everyone has virtual reality and all of that other stuff, always plugged into devices."

"I don't know, Sabes, maybe I should just give it up. I'm sure I can find someplace else." he admits with a frown. "But I'm not going to do it without something of a fight. Or at least a last hurrah."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"People will show up. Everyone loves an good underdog story, Jugs." Sabrina crinkles her nose at the stolen fry, but doesn't really seem too concerned by its unfortunate passing! "We just have to market it right. We sell Riverdales rustic charm and a chance to see old 8mm films the way they were intended.. surrounded by people laughing in their cars or children playing in the playground.. even if it's more like a death trap ripe with tetanus right now." She can easily fix that.

"We can do this, Jugs. You and me, we'll put it together and see how many we can get to show. Worst case, we have a ton of hamburgers, good friends, live music, and movies to watch one last time?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Yeah, it sounds like a great plan, Sabes!" Jughead can't help but to feel a little enthused by the blonde's ambition in making this work. Of course, there is going to be a lot of work to do, and Sabrina is only hitting the tip of the iceberg of what all needs to be done to prepare for the Last Picture Show.

"Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky, and a member of Alpha Flight or something will come to watch."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Yeah! Maybe someone from Alpha Flight will be there." Sabrina hates lying, it is one of her least favorite qualities about her secret life. "I think one of them was in town recently too and I know there was someone from the Justice League. She seemed to like Pop's pancakes, maybe she can shop it out to Alpha Flights American counterpart and get someone, like, Tony Stark down here?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Yeah, now you're pulling my leg, Sabrina." Jughead chuckles softly, giving her hand a quick pat. "It was a good thought though. I appreciate it. If you need any help with the runes or anything, I'm wicked good at looking up things." Yes, she's going to talk to the /source/. But he's trying. And there's something to be said about trying to raise everyone's spirits.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"I'm not pulling your leg, Jugs. Ask Harvey, he was here. Some lady with green skin came in eating pancakes who said she was with the Justice League." Sabrina's brow furrows, eyes widening just a little as she motions around, "Ask Pops or Susan, she was there too." Motioning between them, then taking a bit more of her fries to dip into her milkshake. "Hmm..." Eyeing him a second, she bobs her head, "Yeah, actually, I do need you to look something up for me. One of my projects is on Hera, I need you to get me all the information you can on spottings in the last half century?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Hera spottings?" Jughead asks. "Sure, I can do that. Though it's not like she goes around saying 'Hey, I'm the Queen of the Underworld'. Unless she does. She's a goddess, probably could do just that." Though when Sabrina mentions Harvey, he glances aside for a moment. "How's he doing?" he asks, returning his attention to a burger...

...that's gone.

Now he'll lament surrendering that burger to her, he has nothing to hide behind as he considers, reaching to open back up his laptop.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabs laughs at Jugs stumbling through the question, having agreed in part about Hera neither needing to tell people who she is, nor having a reason to hide it. "It's.. complicated, I guess. Aunt Zelda and Hilda want me to go to Riverdale and Harvey is in Greendale working with his dad." She shrugs both shoulders in a bouncing manner and looks at her half plate of fries, which she pushes over to Jugs while she works on her milkshake. "How about you and Betty or she gunning for Archie again? Can she even make up her mind?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
"You know Betty. Day ends in y, her feelings are going to fly. I'm a terrible boyfriend, it seems. Check out too much weird stuff or something." Jughead admits with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. "It gives me more time to do everything else, you know." He's not going to delve into that any further - he knows he can't provide even a decent date for a girl. And Betty caught onto that soon enough. Greener pastures and all.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina pulls a face and shakes her head, "I don't think it's that." She says quietly, "She's the queen of getting her nose buried into places it absolutely shouldn't be." Nor would she buy the notion that his being unable to provide a date had anything to do with it. There's plenty to do in Riverdale that doesn't cost a dime, "You two have known each other for as long as you've known anyone. I'm sure it was just familiarity or something." She shrugs and motions for him to take the fries.

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Familiarity breeds contempt. Contempt leads to anger. Anger leads to the dark side." Again, a movie older than either of them. "I'm glad things are going well with you and Harvey though. LD can be hard." He chuckles. "Though I am no expert on the matter." Jughead quickly amends. "Your milage on any advice of mine is going to vary and probably get you in more trouble than it's worth."

"So. We have a classic movies night. Maybe a theme. Monsters, sci-fi or something." he chuckles. "Godzilla, the Japanese original."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Going well." Sabrina furrows her brow at Jugs, "We broke up. I mean, it's only like thirty minutes to Greendale, but I don't have an easy way to get there..." Also not true, but there's no reason to start sharing secrets now, "I guess we'll reexplore it once we both graduate, but I don't know that it'll work out any better then either." She doesn't seem broke up, just honest, maybe a little disappointed if anything. "No contempt though, just... calling it what it is. Long distance is hard, like you said."

She bobs her head to the last, "Yup, now we just have to shop it around and see what kind of attention we can get. Maybe write up an article on it for the paper? An editorial so people see it as a staple of Riverdale and come out to show support."

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Oh. I. Assumed that.." Jughead gives Sabrina an apologetic look. "Okay. That one was on me for assuming. I'm sorry, Sabes." The fries are pushed back to her. Break up fries are meant to be shared. "Yeah. We'll do an article on it. Shop it around. Talk to Pops about doing a thing for it. Because I know they have Big Belly down in the America, but that has nothing on Pop's." he says with a grin. "Like I said, we'll make it an awesome night to remember."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"We've been broke up for a few weeks." Sabs pushes the fries back to Jugs, "Have you ever had Big Belly Burgers? They call them that for a reason. The grease content is in direct preportion to the portion size, which is huge. There is a reason for Americas excess." She teases, favoring her milkshake a bit more. "See? Now we've got an idea and we just have to make it happen."

Jughead Jones has posed:
"We do! We'll call it rebound night." Jughead laughs a little. "Only those people recently broken up can attend. No, that's dumb. It would just be you and me." he pauses. "Not that it's a bad thing." he amends, before turning his attention back to the fries, reaching for one. "You came up with the plan. I'm just going to try to make it work. Right after I help you with your extra credit."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Well, Harvey and Betty... Archie too, probably. He can't keep a girl to save his life." Especially not if that girl is saving his life. Sabs is joking, but there's truth is humor sometimes. "Sweet." She says with a big grin, tucking her loose hair back behind her ear, "I've got a few weeks on the credits, so we should have that sorted out in no time. Just a quick jump over to New York to have a sit down with an expert, then whatever you're able to find about Hela." She motions between them, "Good team, we'll have it knocked out the park in no time."

Jughead Jones has posed:
"Best team, you mean." Jughead corrects, giving a little laugh. "This will be awesome." he promises her, then grins. "You can sit in my booth anytime." he teases her with one last quip.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Well thank you for that, Jughead Jones, I'll try not to overstay my welcome." Sabs teases right back as she finishes off her milkshake. "I need to go do some homework before it gets too late. You want to catch a movie later, though?"

Jughead Jones has posed:
"I'd like that, Sabes." Jughead responds - not quite making the connection in his head of what that could mean. "Who picks the move though?" he asks her with a teasing grin.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"mmm.." Sabs makes a noise as she slides out of the booth, collecting her shoulder bag. Salem claws a fry off the plate as he too jumps down with it sticking out the side of his mouth as he makes his way out ahead of the teen witch, "I don't know, obviously some form of competition. That you will lose, for the recrod, but it's good to offer hope."

Jughead Jones has posed:
There's a defiant lift of Jughead's chin, and the young man barks a laugh. "There are two things I never lose at, Sabrina Spellman! And that's movie trivia and eating contests!" he offers in a deiant tone as she starts to slip out. "Text me later. Let me know you made it home okay." he offers her a smile as he finally starts to put things together to push himself out of the booth. Reaching into his pocket, he sets a few loonies on the table to tip the waitress.

"I'll have to find a film at the library." he mutters to himself as he checks his pockets.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Hah, we'll see about that Jughead Jones." Sabrina walks backwards a few steps with Salem staring in through the door with hooded, bored, eyes. Once she's out there with the cat and the door is closed it very well may appears as if the two are talking. Lots of people talk to their cats right? Regardless, Sabs starts towards the woods to take a shortcut to her Aunts' house, adjusting the strap of her shoulderbag as she goes.