Veronica wasn't feeling so comfortable with the thought of being stuck on a island fueled by sex. She might have put up a brave and proud front (after all, Lodges don't show weakness), she was already missing Pop's milkshakes, the bustling sound of the high school's hallways, the wet smell of fog of the small town Riverdale. Hell, Ronnie was almost missing Cheryl's propensity for drama. Almost.
Still, the raven haired teenager had secured the toga tightly around her small frame, though not without pulling it short to show off some leg. If she was to have sex with strangers, she might as well try to find someone interesting. She shivered at the thought: this was not really how she'd imagine losing her virginity. But a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do to survive. If only she could have had her Louis Vuitton's heels, this outfit might have had more potential than with those flats.
She was walking around the party with a glass of wine in hand, when a older man spoke to her in a language that she didn't but still felt familiar. She gave him a mildly confused look as her brain tried to decipher what he had just said.
"Italian?" she guessed, "I thought we were stuck in Ancient Greece?"
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Still, the raven haired teenager had secured the toga tightly around her small frame, though not without pulling it short to show off some leg. If she was to have sex with strangers, she might as well try to find someone interesting. She shivered at the thought: this was not really how she'd imagine losing her virginity. But a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do to survive. If only she could have had her Louis Vuitton's heels, this outfit might have had more potential than with those flats.
She was walking around the party with a glass of wine in hand, when a older man spoke to her in a language that she didn't but still felt familiar. She gave him a mildly confused look as her brain tried to decipher what he had just said.
"Italian?" she guessed, "I thought we were stuck in Ancient Greece?"