Jughead Jones and OTA
Jughead wasn't really much of a party goer. He didn't care for social events, as a general rule. But he was here, in this strange place without his friends, without his comforts. He had met a few people, but not many, and he was pretty much on his own.
He could handle that. He had been taking care of himself for as long as he could remember. But he also knew the importance of having people in your corner, people you could count on when the chips fell against you.
So he decided to throw caution to the wind and attend the party. maybe Weiss or Gamora would be there, a familiar face, someone he could latch on to without seeming too awkward. Or maybe he'd just hang out at the food table. Pizza was one of his favorites, after all.