WHO: FP Jones and Fred Andrews WHEN: Saturday late morning WHERE: The White Wyrm WHAT: Catching up and chats WARNINGS: Probably some language, but most importantly? HOT DADS ALERT. STATUS: Closed/In-progress
While the Wyrm wasn't open to the public just yet, FP was the type of person to open the door to close friends for certain occasions. This was one of those times. He had made a promise to Jughead that he would talk with Fred about rebuilding the Serpents with select individuals from around the town.
It was a good idea in FP's opinion. There would be people who wouldn't understand the reason behind it, but that didn't matter. Those who were included would and that was what mattered. That was always what mattered when it came to the Serpents. You were there because you wanted to be; because it was a place for you to belong.
There were breakfast sandwiches sitting on one of the tables with coffees. FP was sitting with the paper in hand. It was the same old news as it seemed to be every day.