Archie was going to do his best to handle it, though. Which would be him drinking his cup of punch, followed by another, and then another.
It wasn't really going to help except take the sudden dryness away for about a minute or two. "Me and Ronnie, huh?" It wasn't completely out of the question, but it was still weird to think about. They had just had that moment in the closet, where Archie certainly didn't mind their exchange.
But an actual relationship?
He didn't want to ask Betty what she would do if he didn't show up. Not yet.
"Lets dance," he offered. Because that would help take his mind, and hopefully hers, off of most of this for the time being. At least until the morning.