Entry tags:

!closed, !completed gdoc, ~2019 april, ~25 points, ~~jughead jones (jugheadjonesiii), ~~llewellyn cornick (sinfullydevious)

Who: Llewellyn Cornick & Jughead Jones
What: A drink and a chat
Where: the Wyrm
When: Evening
Warnings: Demon Face? nothing really.
Status: Completed G-Doc




Llewellyn had had a long night, her shift plus a test in class meant her brain felt like fried eggs. She wasn't a huge drinker - the more she drank the less control she had over her form and no one enjoys a demon in the middle of their drunkenness. It got scary, fast, and well it wasn't something she liked to explain.

But she did like a drink now and then. Tonight was one of those nights. While she'd liked Verdant and Lou's, she decided to check out the Wyrm. If only because the name made her curious.

She left her coat at the clinic, unbraided her hair and headed out. Once she stepped inside she paused too look and get a feel for the place. Her eyes shifted color, though unlikely for anyone to notice, letting her see a little better inside, before she made her way towards the bar. She was extra careful about avoiding anything that could give a reflection right now. No need to scare anyone when she just wanted a drink after all.

“Oh, yes, sorry. Hello.” She cleared her head and smiled.

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Like most nights, Jughead was at the bar to help out for the night. He got to keep his tips and his dad paid him an hourly rate, but it wasn't much. Just enough to be able to afford taking Mal out and buying her random stuff from the Art store or the Magic shop. Things were pretty routine lately and he was alright with that. Something new would pop up sooner or later and they'd just deal with it when it became a thing.

Tending bar wasn't easy by any means, but it was always interesting given the people that came through. He felt that was true no matter who was sitting across from him and tonight it seemed that it could still hold true.

"Hey," he greeted. "What can I get you?" Most people who came into a bar like this already knew what they wanted.

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Llew blinked, “You probably get this a lot but you look awfully young to be tending bar.” she felt really old saying that. But she was really old. It was allowed. “But, ah, jack and coke please.” she said after a moment.

Sometimes she forgot to check her mouth. She wasn’t sure if it had been her thinking or her thinking influenced by actual!Llew. It was hard to tell from time to time. They were so integrated now that it wasn’t funny.

Llew was become a shadow and Lir was really taking over. She was artfully dodging any of the nicely polished glasses or the mirror behind the bar, if there was one. But she’d slip up eventually and he’d get a real interesting view.

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Jughead grinned. "I do get that a lot," he agreed. It wasn't that they were wrong, but it wasn't like his dad cared. Technically, Jug wasn't paid to be a bartender so it wasn't like it would jeopardize the business unless someone decided to get petty. If that happened? There'd be hell to pay. So far, no one had been that dumb and he honestly wasn't expecting anyone to stoop that low either.

He grabbed the Jack Daniels and measured out a generous shot before filling the glas up with Coke. Once he was finished, Jug slid it over to her. "One Jack and Coke," he pronounced, though that was obvious. He gave her a grin that wasn't quite flirtatious but definitely friendly.

"I don't think I've seen you around here recently," Jughead commented, curious as to why she'd chosen tonight to come into the seedy bar that most people didn't come to. At least, not the sort who weren't already regulars.

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Llewellyn smirked a bit, she didn't care either way, but it made her smirk. At least he was used to hearing it. “Sorry that was a little rude of me”

She took the glass and set her money down. She lifted it you her lips and took a drink. She relaxed, it was a nice break from her usual.

“No, probably not. I wasn't up for the Verdant crowd and Lou's is fine and all but I've scared enough people there to find a new place.” She didn't mind seedy, Hell was worse by Far.

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"It's actually not that rude," he replied with a shrug. He didn't mind the question. "You can start a tab if you'd like," Jughead added as he took her money. The register was right behind him so he simply turned to ring up her drink and exchange the bills. He turned back to hand her the appropriate change.

It was interesting that she'd scared the crowd at Lou's. She didn't seem particularly scary, not by any means, but he'd learned by now that appearances could be deceiving. That was just as interesting. Jughead leaned a bit on the bar toward her. It was quiet enough that it would be okay for him to have a conversation with her.

"Well, it takes a lot to scare off the folks here."

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She nodded a bit, “Alright then, a tab might not be a bad way to go.” she didn’t really mind, either, it was kind of nice to settle up at the end and not get caught up with counting all the bills every single time. Much easier to pay at the end with one big one.

She grinned a little, “Good, really.” she smirked a touch after that and leaned just a bit on the bar, comfortable and relaxed. “Oh, I don’t know though, there’s a lot more to me than meets the eye and sometimes it’s enough to send people packing.” she laughed, and shrugged,

“I am totally used to it, though. Been dealing with it for a very, very long time.”

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Jughead grinned. It was always easier to get people to part with more money if they didn’t have to count it out every single time. He wasn’t looking to fleece people but the bar still had to turn a profit. That meant he was going to do his part when the situation allowed him to. He took her credit card and set up the tab in the POS system. It was then that he glanced at her through the reflection in the mirror in front of him and he blinked.

Yep, that was definitely interesting. When he turned back to her, it was clear he hadn’t been sure what he’d see when he did. It took a lot of self control for him to not turn and check the mirror again.

“I think you’ll find us Serpents are made of sterner stuff,” Jughead boasted. Not all of the employees were Serpents of course, their group was too small for that, but the same type of people worked here. She wouldn’t find bubbly, happy people behind the bar at the Wyrm.

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Llewellyn didn't care, she rarely spent money and she had many ways of getting it off she did need it. “Easier that way.” She mused, as he took her card. She didn't see the point of worrying about it though.

She saw his expression when he turned back and she sighed, “look again. Go ahead. I don't mind.” She gestured to the mirror, on it was a woman with white hair, gently curving horns, and large raven wings, and shadows hung off her like old Spanish moss. When he looked back, it was just the red haired woman sitting there.

“Sounds like my kind of people.” She smiled coldly, “ask if you wish, I'm used to it, by the way.”

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Jughead considered what she said for a moment, since he didn't want to offend her by taking another look. Just because she was used to it didn't mean it was okay, but she seemed genuinely unbothered by it so he turned to take a more careful look. He just tried to be careful so he wouldn't draw anyone else's attention to it.

"You're hot," he informed her when he turned back toward her. Stupidly and utterly attractive, really. Jughead really didn't have any questions, per se. "How do you pronounce your name?" That was honestly the most important and immediate question he had for her. The name on her card could probably be said a few different ways and he wasn't interested in butchering it.

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Llew didn’t move, just let him get a good long look. She didn’t seem phased by it, smiling a little even. She only minded when those who saw her screamed. It was really, really annoying to be run out of a place because she looked scary. She lifted her drink to take a sip before he looked back at her.

“Well, yes. I certainly think I am in both forms.” she smirked a little, but not too much, “but most people don’t see that.” she shrugged a touch, before tilting her head a bit. “Well, that gets complicated. I have two names, Lew-wel-lin is the first name, it’s a common enough way to say it, though you can just call me Lew, it works.”

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Jughead smirked. “Oh, you are,” he assured her. He wasn’t blind, after all. The reflection side of her was hotter though, in part because it was different. He liked different. “And people are idiots. Although I have a feeling you knew that one already.” He never did care much for what most people thought. Only the few he actually cared about like his dad and Archie and Mal, even Mr A.

“Lou-Ellen,” he tested out, trying to mimic her. It was definitely unfamiliar, so he said, “Llew it is,” with a cheeky grin. Jug was well aware that he got away with a lot because he was cute. “So that’s one name. Do you have a different name for that form?” He hiked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate what he meant.

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“That is very true. People can forget to see the beauty in things in their faces. I don't think anyone ever predicted idiocy would be so widespread.” She said it without any malice, it was just an observation. “Not all that is different is wrong.”

She shrugged then took a sip of her drink, he wasn't getting away with too much, she made her co-workers just call her Llew after listening to them butcher her name a few times.

“I do. Lirilith, leer-ih-lithe.” She added as she said it

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Jughead just smirked. "Well, their loss is our gain. I can promise you now that if anyone tries to give you any shit here? They'll be the ones run out of this place. Not you." It was a promise easily made and even if he didn't explain it to his dad, he knew that he'd say the same thing. FP stood up for the misunderstood since he knew what it was like. They all did.

"So, which name do you prefer? Llew?" he guessed, since that had been the name she'd started with. Jughead was definitely going to spend the rest of his shift hanging out with her if she was cool with it. It seemed like the right thing to do.

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Llewellyn paused at that, no one else had given her anything like that before. It was kind of nice, really, to know she was welcome somewhere. That brought a smile to her face, “You sure you're not just saying that you get me to spend more?” she was teasing, the smile said as much.

“Llew, yes, please. No one uses the other unless they're a demon. And there aren't any who use the name here.” She didn't mind the company, she really had a tiny circle of people she was even friendly with.

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“Maybe a little,” he admitted, easily teasing her back. Sure that was part of it, but if they had been somewhere else, Jug would’ve stuck up for her then, too. It was bullshit that it had happened at all to her, but people sucked hard these days and he wasn’t the sort to just take it because it was the status quo. The Jones men forged their own paths, for better or for worse. He just hoped this one would be for the better.

“Seeing as I’m not a demon, Llew it is.” He wiped down the bar and then slung the towel over his shoulder. “So, how long have you been in this little experiment called Madison Valley?” Jughead was always curious about how long people had been in town and what their world was like.

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“At least you're honest about it.” She was good natured about it, at least. He was working for a business that needed to survive. If he wasn't angling to get her to part with her money he wasn't doing his job. She was mostly just glad to have a few minutes of relative peace.

“I got here last May, actually.” She examined the glass for a moment, watching her own reflection in it. Some days she did miss seeing her own face. Even if she liked this body. “What about yourself?”

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"I'm usually honest," Jughead replied. He did sometimes lie or subvert the truth to get the answers he needed, but at the end of the day it was usually in the service of something good so he thought it was okay. Even if it didn't change her spending habits here, he was glad she'd stopped in so he could reassure her that she'd have a safe space at The Wyrm. Up until she pissed them off, but even then who knew.

He nodded when she said May. "Since last January. My best friend was here for two years before that, and both our dads are here. Me and mine run this place. It's ours from back home. When that whole is the town shutting down nonsense happened, we ended up getting this place instead of each of us getting something from home. Can't say I'm complaining about it." Jughead liked the reminder of home, especially because things got to be what they never would be like in Riverdale. It was nice.

"It's a good break from reality, isn't it?"

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Llew couldn’t fault him on that logic - it was sound. You did what you had to do, and hoped it equaled out in the end. It usually did, even if people didn’t see it that way for some time. She knew what that was like too. It was what it was. She just enjoyed honesty. It was pleasant.

“Ah, a while longer than.” she laughed a bit and nodded, “That’s nice to have, family that is, and friends. And that’s a great end of the world gift.” she smirked a bit, “and I’m enjoying it, so, it’s doubly a good gift.” She had kept her head down during that whole time. It was a strange time to be under the dome.

“It is. I don’t have nearly as many responsibilities here. It’s pretty nice.”

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Jughead fully appreciated that fact that she got it. She was pretty cool. Another customer came up and he gave Llew a nod before leaving her to take care of the new customer. It went that way pretty much the whole time through the rest of the evening, where he'd just tend to other customers and then drift back to her.

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