So my friends (unknowingly) pulled a Betty Cooper on me and decided to throw an 'inner circle' surprise party because I'm a birthday grinch and didn't plan anything myself. Never really thought of myself as a Jughead until now but clearly I was mistaken lol. Anyways... I hope this chapter is appreciated!
Chapter 3 <> Annoying Flea
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The House of the Dead. It was exactly what it said on the tin in all honesty. CJ spent more time there than anywhere else, but he'd never gotten used to the pungent smell of chemicals and the way that the gases clung to his clothes as he left the building.
Nevertheless, CJ Jones enjoyed his time in the establishment. He felt an undeniable sense of brotherhood between many of the Ghoulies. No matter how high they were or how foul their everyday actions had been, there was still an odd sense of loyalty and comradeship within their very own house of horrors.
Currently, CJ was seated in a tattered red leather chair beside Malachai, knocking back a few drinks quietly as his leader bantered with some of the boys. Truthfully the oldest Jones sibling had more on his mind than just jokes about the last visit to the Ho Zone. In specific, he couldn't help but think about the savagely sexy Cheryl Blossom; his blood started pumping a little harder at the simple thought, and he couldn't help but bite down on his prominent bottom lip to trap a sexually frustrated growl in his throat.
"And what's got you so fucken' grumpy?" Malachai questioned, directing the attention of the group over to the frowning member. CJ shot his leader a glare, unintentionally crumpling the near empty beer can in his hand as the anxious bouncing of his knees sped up.
"Nothing." He grumbled out, tossing the remnants of the can onto the cluttered coffee table in front of him.
"Dude," Verne piped up. He along with the rest of the group had easily seen through the lie and weren't willing to let CJ downplay his problems. "You look like you're havin' withdrawal symptoms or something."
"I barely even do drugs." CJ snapped. "Just sell them."
"And you do a mighty fine job!" Malachai commended with a malicious grin. "But you still lookin' like you're about to pounce on somethin' that even dares to breathe the wrong fucken' way. So what's the problem Jones? You guilty of somethin'?"
"There's this chick." CJ sighed as the inevitable teasing whistles and comments flew at him at reckless speeds. Deep down he knew that there was no way of escaping the questioning, however vagueness was certainly the way to go in regards to answers.
"She one of the bitches from the club?" Malachai asked between laughs. CJ shook his head no. "One of our Ghoulie girls?"
"Nah. Saw her the other night, but she left before I got the chance to graft."
"That sucks ass." Verne said.
"Totally." Malachai drawled out in agreement. "You wanna head out to the Zone and blow off some steam?"
