Audrey shifted a little uncomfortably for a moment, still trying to feel things out, then pushed off from where she was sitting and moved to sit next to Betty, just to try it out. Honestly, she was Audrey's type. Tall, proper, blonde. It was like some weird shadow self situation, she was always more attracted to guys who were like her and girls who were not. And she knew there was something inherently problematic in that, like she was distancing herself from her own femininity at times, but it wasn't like people could really help who they were attracted to. She just had to acknowledge that there was an element of it that was kind of a little bit fucked. Then again, there was a lot about her that was kind of a little bit fucked in a whole myriad of ways. Why not embrace this one too?
"Sadly, no prison wine," she chuckled softly, "but there's a diner and the food is pretty decent. I could take you out, we could get to know each other better, start off on a halfway decent foot."
It helped that she already liked Betty, just from her outside knowledge of her, the same way she'd instantly liked Jughead despite the fact that he had some rough edges. Maybe even because he had some rough edges. She wanted to like her for who she was in reality too, though, and that would require effort and the two of them spending time alone with each other without this strange tension. Audrey could do that. She could make that work. Or at least she was determined to try.
"I guess, uh..." Audrey shifted and rubbed her palms on her shorts. "What's your favorite book? Movie? What safe and neutral topic can the three of us find that will puncture this weird ass tension? You wanna tell me embarrassing childhood stories about Jughead cause I am so into that."