old fashioned glasses

Bar Knowledge: Glassware.

You can’t serve an Old fashioned in a coupette glass and you can’t serve a Mojito in a margarita glass. Don’t be an ass, and know you glass. Here is a list of the glassware you have or should have in the bar you work in or your own home bar. Let’s start with the basics…

  • 1. Martini Glass- Used to serve drinks straight up without ice. Most common would be a Martini where the name comes from or the Manhattan.
  • 2. Margarita Glass- A glass stylized like an upside down sombrero should only be used to serve the margarita or any type of margarita variation and nothing else.
  • 3. Pint Glass- Beer and Beer/Cider based mixed drinks. example Black velvet, shandy or Black’n’Tans.
  • 4. Rocks Glass/ Old-Fashioned- Used to serve liquor like good quality vodka or whisk(e)y, and cocktails with ice or neat. Examples of different drinks that go into a rocks glass: Negroni, Old Fashioned, Margarita on the rocks, Sazerac (Neat).
  • 5. Shot Glass- The name itself says it. Used for shots! I imagine everyone knows this and at this point I’m just covering basics for the sake of it.
  • 6. Highball Glass- Used to serve long drinks, aka spirit and mixers, aka highball drinks. Examples are: Screw Driver, Cuba Libre, G&T.
  • 7. Collins Glass- Slightly shorter and wider than the Highball glass, this one is used to serve a good Collins, Fizz, or Rickey.
  • 8. Brandy/ Cognac Glass- Used to serve Brandy/Cognac. Just make sure to swirl hot water inside it before pouring in the spirit. It should be served in a hot glass.
  • 9. Wine Glass- There are different types for white or red wine but this is the standard everyone should be familiar with.
  • 10. Champagne Flute- Used to drink sparkly wine, champagne or serve the following cocktails: French 75, Champagne cocktail.
  • 11. Hurricane Glass- For blended frozen drinks and exotic drinks.
  • 12. Irish Coffee Glass- Thick Glass with a handle used for hot drinks such as the Irish Coffee, Hot Toddy or Hot Buttered Rum.
  • 13. Coupe Glass- The coupette is another great glass with a stem used for ‘straight up’ cocktails like the martini glass. I like to use this one for cocktails containing egg whites.
  • 14. Grappa Glass- Used to enjoy Italian grappa.
  • 15. Absinthe Glass- Thick and beautifully designed glasses used to drink Absinthe. Served with the iconic Absinthe spoon for the sugar.
  • 16. Tiki Glass- There are many types of these glasses around and this is just one of them. They are ceramic and usually depict imagery from Melanesia, Micronesia or Polynesia. They are especially used for ‘Tiki’ style exotic cocktails based on rum blends and fruit juices.
  • 17.  Buck Mug- Copper mugs used for Buck style cocktails, the most famous being the Moscow Mule.
  • 18. Julep Cup- Iconic metal cup used only for the Kentucky Mint Julep.
  • 19. Sour Glass- These are not used that much anymore, but they were the official ‘Sour’ glass for sour style cocktails.
  • 20. Tasting Glass- Used by spirit connoisseur’s for tasting fine Scotch or Gin for example. 

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Dawning in Dust: Part X

Thanks to all of you readers who have sent asks and shown this story love. Special thanks to @lenny9987 for the beta ❤️

Previous chapter


Breakfast was a quiet affair. Jamie and Ian were out with the tenants completing the never ending winter prep list. Young Jamie had woken Jenny up a few hours earlier, which meant that the latter was already halfway through today’s do list by the time Claire came downstairs to eat. Mrs. Crook, the housekeeper and main cook, came and cleared away the remaining breakfast dishes, firmly insisting that Claire not lift a finger to help as she was a guest. Not wanting to cause waves, Claire bundled up and prepared to go outside.

She emerged from the warmth of the Lallybroch manor house, breath stolen by the wind and freezing rain coming down outside. On mainland Europe, rain would have been met with shelter lock downs and chemical tests due to the toxin contamination in the food and water supplies. Not for the first time, she was grateful for a full belly and more than adequate shelter to return to each night.

She made her way toward the barn to meet Jamie, shrugging to keep the knit scarf Jenny had given her as high as possible. Shivering with cold and a slight case of nerves, she trudged through the mud as fast as she could without slipping. The barn’s large sliding door was half way open and she could see the horses champing on their breakfasts or pacing in their stalls. With the dark clouds and rain outside, it only took a few blinks for Claire’s eyes to adjust to the dimness inside.

There was something about the scents of the hay, manure, and animals that stopped Claire. She stood, eyes closed, breathing in slowly and listening to the shuffling of hoofed feet and the patter of rain on the roof. Maybe it reminded her of her world travels with Uncle Lamb. Maybe it was the thought of caring for other living things; each inhabitant of this estate coexisting for survival. Maybe it was feeling close to the earth; dirt and plants and life remaining despite the explosive destruction of civilization.

“Morning Sassenach,” a quiet voice said beside her.

The corners of her mouth turned up, but she didn’t open her eyes yet. She could feel him, his large presence standing so close that his natural heat radiated into her own flesh. Her heart thumped, blood surging strong and sure through her veins as the moment of peace passed over her. Jamie didn’t move or say anything; he just was along with her and time and the moment. Sighing contentedly, Claire opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Good morning.”

“Did ye sleep well?” he asked, looking her over carefully.

“Yes, eventually. You?”

“Aye, eventually.”

They smiled at each other for a moment before Jamie coughed and turned slightly toward the exit.

“Are ye ready to see yer surprise?”

Claire eyed him dubiously and he laughed.

Dinna fash. Come, it’s this way.“

He held out his hand and she took it, feeling nervous. In truth, Claire tossed and turned after Jamie left her room last night. Deep sleep was interrupted by flashes of dreams and memories; her mother singing; Claire and Frank on their wedding day; the last letter she’d ever received from him; Claire running, unable to find whatever it was she was looking for; Jamie, down the hallway sleeping.

She twined her fingers with his as they headed back outside, walking fast to keep up with his long stride. He wore his tartan coat today, the curls of his auburn hair escaping the grey beanie on his head.

"Are you keeping your bandages dry?” she asked, eying the crimson fabric that was darkening at the shoulders from the rain. She saw his cheek curl and thought he must be smiling.

“Aye. There’s a waterproof liner inside my coat. Besides,” he looked down at her, moving her hand and tucking it into the curve of his elbow, “I dinna want to get my arse skelped for going against doctor’s orders now do I?”

Claire gave him a look and nudged him gently with her shoulder. While he was up and about every day, she noticed the stiffness in the way he still carried himself.

“I’m not a doctor, but I’m glad you know who’s in charge.”

Jamie made a Scottish noise of amusement and led her to a small outbuilding. It was no more than a large shed, but she could tell that the two windows on either side of the door had recently been washed. The door was open, the smell of lemon wafting out into the cold air.

“In there,” he said, releasing her so she could go inside first.

The room had been freshly scrubbed down. Claire briefly took in the many shelves and storage boxes along the walls before her eyes caught the object on the table. Her fingers were touching it before she even had a thought, the smooth worn wood of the old medicine chest like velvet against her fingers. She looked up at Jamie, questioning, and saw his look of nervous anticipation.

“Open it,” he encouraged.

Claire pulled the latch open and lifted the lid.

“Jamie!” she said, a delighted grin spreading over her face.

She touched the contents of the chest, sterile medicaments, herbs in old fashioned glass bottles, and simple surgical instruments, most of them hospital grade.

“Here, there’s more,” Jamie said, encouraged by her enthusiasm. He opened the front, revealing tiny drawers filled with pre packaged sutures and needles.

“The hospital in Broch Morda was in disuse,” he explained, watching her as she started making a mental inventory of the new supplies. “The local tenants divided the remaining medicinals. I’d have grabbed the more advanced instruments but I didna think we’d have anyone who would ken how to use them properly, even if we could fix their coding.”

”This was in the Medical Director’s office,” he went on, nodding at the chest. “I couldna bear to leave a piece of history behind so I took it. Now, I’m especially glad I did.”

Claire met his eyes, a happy flush to her cheeks and eyes clouding over slightly with moisture.

"Do ye like it?” he asked, searching her face.

“Yes, it’s wonderful!” she replied, with feeling.

“It suits ye, Sassenach,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up. “I hope this space will be sufficient for your doctoring.”

She blinked, then looked around the room.

“You… you mean this is for me to use?”

“Ye’ll need privacy to do some of the things that need done, aye? I thought this would be a nice spot for it. Close to the house but out of the way. It’ll be warm. I asked Ross to make sure it was well insulated. There’s a solar panel up top to give ye light whenever ye need it.”

Claire stared at him. Jamie’s ruddy brows drew together.

“Will it not work Claire? Perhaps another space would-”

“No!” she exclaimed, placing a protective hand on the surface that would become the examination table. “No Jamie, it’s perfect. Truly.”

Jamie’s shoulders relaxed at this.

“It…” Claire paused, looking up at him. “I don’t know how to thank you. You.. everyone.. has been so kind.”

Jamie nodded, moving closer as she processed what she was going to say. She felt exposed and vulnerable… and yet, perfectly safe with him. Jamie Fraser knew her on a level no one else had ever had and she knew he would give her all the time she needed. The thought sped up her heart, her pulse racing strong and sure through her body as he leaned closer. He put a hand over hers and squeezed lightly, causing her to look up at him from under her eye lashes.

Blue, slanted eyes gazed back at her, fathomless and open as she’d ever seen them. She could feel his own pulse in her hand, racing along with hers as he chose whatever words he was about to say. He stood tall in front of her and took a shaky breath. Claire met his eyes and, for the first time in a long while, was ready and willing to be a part of whatever it was he was about to offer.

“Claire..” he started.


Claire jumped, pulling her hand out from under Jamie’s as a young boy flew into the room. He had bright blue eyes and wild, curly hair. He was also drenched from the rain and slipping on the freshly washed floor in his haste.

“Fergus, calmez-vous lad,” Jamie admonished as he grabbed the young man by the shoulders to steady him.

“Kincaid and I have just returned from Leoch,” Fergus reported in a heavy French accent.

Claire saw that he was breathing fast, muscles taut like a bow string. Jamie noticed too and started to tense himself.

“What’s amiss then?” he asked.

“It’s your uncle, Milord. He’s coming.”

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[Tell me about these main 4 themed drinks. I am 19 and interested]

Bless you for allowing me to talk about this!!

But anyways, the South Park main 4 as themed cocktails:

Eric Cartman: Shark Bite

  • ¾ ounce Captain Morgan Spiced Rum
  • ¾ ounce Light Rum
  • ½ ounce Blue Curacao
  • 1 ½ ounce Sweet and Sour
  • 3 drops Grenadine

Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Pour in all your ingredients except for the grenadine. Shake it well and strain into an old-fashioned glass. Drop the grenadine over an ice cube and serve quickly so it looks like blood in the water.

Orangey, spicy, and citrusy, this is a drink to get you going and make you crave more. A little fuel for the fire, if you will. It reminds me of Cartman because its got an anger and a hatred concealed under a cool exterior +it’s not really Cartman without a little blood in the water, now is it! (I might add a little lemon zest/peel to the top as a garnish to reference Cartman’s hat poofball!) 

Stan Marsh: A Case of the Blues

  • 2 ounce Deep Eddy Lemon Vodka
  • 3 ounce Frosty Blue Cream Soda
  • 1 Tbsp Fresh Squeezed Lemon Juice
  • Fresh Ripe Blueberries
  • Sprig of Fresh Mint
  • Lemon Peel/Maraschino Cherry for Garnish

In a cocktail shaker or large glass, add all liquid ingredients and shake or stir until thoroughly mixed. Fill a serving glass halfway full with ice and top with fresh blueberries. Pour cocktail over ice and blueberries. Dust berries with granulated sugar. Garnish with a sprig of mint and either lemon peel or a singular maraschino cherry. 

It’s no secret that Stan is more than a little sad on the inside. He needs something light and fruity to chase away the blues! (For garnish: Lemon peel is more flavor compatible, but the cherry has more of a Stan vibe.)

Kyle Broflovski: Peppermint Fire

  • 1.5 ounce Jack Daniels Tennessee Fire Whiskey
  • 2 ounce Smirnoff Peppermint Twist
  • 0.5 Mint Syrup
  • 1 Tbsp Cinnamon Candies
  • Mint Sprig
  • 2 Ice Cubes
  • Crushed Ice

In a cocktail shaker add Jack Daniels Tennessee Fire Whiskey, Smirnoff Peppermint Twist, mint syrup, cinnamon candies and ice cubes. Shake. Strain into a chilled Mason-style glass filled with crushed ice. Garnish with a sprig of mint and a few more cinnamon candies.

Kyle is often shown to have conflicting sides, being both patient and impatient, both careful and impulsive. Like Kyle, this drink also has two conflicting sides, being simultaneously a breath of fresh air and a punch to the face. Refreshing but with just the right kick! Not to mention the color scheme is rather fitting!

Kenny McCormick: Blood and Sand

  • 1 oz. scotch
  • ¾ oz. Cherry Heering Liqueur
  • ¾ oz. Sweet Vermouth
  • ¾ oz. Fresh Orange Juice
  • Garnish with Orange Slice, Maraschino Cherry or both

Combine scotch, Cherry Heering, Vermouth, and orange juice in a cocktail shaker filled with ice; cover and shake until chilled, about 15 seconds. Strain into a chilled coupe glass and garnish.

Seems innocent, but trust me it has a kick! Looks like an injury and tastes like tough love, but somehow you always come back for more! Much like our sweet sinnamon roll Mr. Kenneth McCormick hmm It’s also one of the very few classic cocktails that includes Scotch which somehow seems rather fitting for a McCormick.

Thanks so much for allowing me to elaborate and get this out of my system! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got cocktails to make~

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Jughead Jones’s fingers released the novel he was reading, it’s pages still flapping midair as it’s paper binding hit the cement. After an hour of light reading, he had finally fallen into a listless slumber on his cot at the drive-in. Sleep had nearly overtaken him when suddenly, his phone began to vibrate. He thought he was dreaming at first, but then it happened again. He sat up from his cot, rubbed his eyes, and pulled the phone closer. B-E-T-T-Y flashed across the screen in neon letters.

Betty. It was always Betty.

Before falling asleep, his thoughts had drifted back to the past weekend; she’d spent the night at the drive-in to escape the watchful eye of Alice. He could never say no to her, allowing her to crash with him whenever she pleased. And they’d shared another intimate moment then; she had slept in bed with him, her head pressed gently against his neck. He was in love with his best friend, and hated himself for it. So, when Betty called him, he didn’t even hesitate to pick up.

“Hey Betts, everything okay?”

Betty felt bad for a second; she could detect the sleepiness in his voice, but he was her only recourse when it came to dealing with her mother.

“I’m sorry to be calling you so late, did I wake you?”

“It’s fine. Everything alright, Betts?”

“No,” Betty held back tears, “My mother is insufferable, Jug.”

Jughead adopted his signature brand of droll self-mockery in response, “Alice Cooper and insufferable used in the same sentence. I’m shocked.”

“Very funny. Listen, I cannot take another minute of her and being in this house.”

“What did she do this time?”

It was always something. Not that Jughead was complaining, no, he’d take every one of Alice’s screw-ups if it meant that he and Betty spend the entire weekend together with her asleep in his bed. He just wished it was bigger, he couldn’t imagine it was even comfortable for Betty. But Betty had denied any discomfort the weekend prior, saying that her mother never allowed her to sleep in anyways, so sleeping in his bed until half past noon had been a true “break from reality” for her.

Betty sighed, “She got mad because I made a B in pre-cal Jug, a freaking B.”

“That’s it? I barely managed a C+ in that class,” Jughead mumbled as his head sunk back into the pillow beneath him.


“Sorry. Well, what do you want to do? I’m all for playing Tom and Huck with you, but you can’t run away from home permanently, Betts.”

“Yes, I can. To hell with her.”

“Betty, think about what you’re saying here for a second. Your mom probably microchipped you as a baby.”

“Juggie!” Betty stifled a laugh, adding, “Why does that seem plausible all of a sudden?”

Jughead always knew how to cheer her up, always. “Never underestimate a Cooper, Betty. I should know.”

Betty sighed, “Your funny, Jug. Listen, can I just come and hang out with you this weekend? I can’t take another minute of my mother.”

“At the drive-in? Sure, if you want. But how are you going to get this past your mom, Betts? I doubt Alice Cooper would approve if she knew you were slumming it with me again.”

“I wouldn’t be slumming anything with you Jug. I wish you wouldn’t say that.”

“Kidding. But self-deprecation is just my way of dealing with my inferiority complex in this bourgeois town.”

“I know, but you’re my best friend and I don’t like when you say things like that.”

“And your mine, which is why I have a better idea.”

“Oh?” Betty said excitedly.

“How would you feel about a night under the stars?”

“Camping?! Oh my god, that’s just what I need.”

“Really? For a minute there, I thought you were definitely going to say no.”

“You’re thinking of Veronica Lodge there, Jones. My dad taught me how to fix cars, remember? I’m not afraid of getting dirty or escaping to the great outdoors when I’m in need of some alone time. And need I remind you, I was in girl scouts. Remember?”

“How could I forget, you used to give me free cookies.” Jughead laughed, “I’m sure Archie wouldn’t appreciate you implying that his girlfriend can’t ‘rough it’ – but where is the lie?”

“When it comes to camping, we all know Veronica Lodge would never accede.”

Jughead laughed again.

“Oh great, I think I hear my mom coming up the stairs.” Betty lowered her voice, “Okay, where should we meet Friday night? I’ll tell her I’m spending the night at Veronica’s house.”

“Again? Are you sure that she’ll buy that excuse? This is the second weekend in a row you’ve used it. And you know I enjoyed you staying with me last weekend, but I’m worried your mom will catch on eventually.”

“She has to. I need this to work, Juggie.”

Jughead sighed, “Okay, meet me a mile down from Sweetwater river at seven on Friday.”

“Done. Oh, and Juggie?”

“What is it, babe?” Shit, he’d done it again. He had inadvertently called her babe. He reminded himself for the umpteenth time that she was not his girlfriend, and that she used to have a crush on Archie Andrews. Betty, Babe. Only in your dreams, Jughead.


“Anything for you. Bye, Betts.” He hung up the phone quickly, hoping she hadn’t heard his Freudian slip. The last thing he needed was for his best friend to no longer be his best friend. He often felt as though Betty was the only person that really cared about him. He hoped that wasn’t true, but night after night he woke up on his cot alone, his insecurity – and that pang of loneliness he felt – were basically being birthed into reality.

By the time Betty Cooper pulled out of her driveway, she had already stowed away all of her camping necessities in her car’s trunk. She packed the items several days prior to her secret trip to avoid arousing Alice’s suspicion. She was, as far as her mother knew, going to a “slumber party” at Veronica’s (again). The flashlight, a portable flare, and her old quilt would have aroused the suspicions of Alice cooper immediately; her mother could detect a lie from far off, and unfortunately for Betty, she wasn’t the greatest liar. She made sure to let her mom see the giant Vera Bradley duffel as she shoved it in the front seat next to her. She left the bag partially unzipped so that her mother would also see her pink silk pajamas. Her mother noticed details and her rouse had to be somewhat believable.

She had also, without arousing the suspicions of her father, swiped half a bottle of whiskey from his stash. It had been there at least six months along with the ten plus other bottles of alcohol and she knew based on her observations that he wouldn’t even miss it. And they thought she never drank, but that was only because Polly was a big screw-up; some days, they didn’t notice what she did at all. If they discovered that the bottle of whiskey was missing, Betty decided she would blame it on her sister; they would believe her without question. Polly was already in trouble after getting pregnant at eighteen, so what did it even matter? Betty figured it didn’t.

When Betty pulled up to the rivers edge, Jughead was already waiting for her. His back was propped against the back of his truck and he was watching the dark waters swirl ahead of him. He turned and smiled to greet her uncrossing his arms as she got out of her car and walked towards him.

“Hey, Betts.”

“Hey Juggie.” Betty glanced past him, noting the large grey tent behind him, “Wow, I see you already set up camp. That tent looks cozy.”

“It wasn’t a big deal. I pulled it out of my parent’s broom closet. My dad won’t even miss it, honestly.”

But it was a big deal. Jughead hadn’t used that tent since he and his dad had gone camping together two years prior. Aside from his father, she was the only person he would ever consider using it with, ever.

Betty wrapped her arms around Jughead, who instinctively wrapped his hands around the small of her back. His wished then, that he wasn’t in love with his best friend, it would make these intimate hugs they shared a lot less awkward.

When the pair partied, Jughead cleared his throat, “Betts, I brought you something.” Jughead opened his coat and pulled out two large glass bottles.

Betty laughed, “From Pop’s?”

“You know it, cokes in old fashioned glass bottles. I know how in love you are with that fifties aesthetic.”

“Why Jughead Jones, you certainly aim to please, don’t you?” Betty returned the favor, opening her jacket to reveal the large bottle of whiskey she had purloined from her father’s stash, “And look what I have.” Betty flashed the bottle of aged whiskey in front of jughead. He smiled but didn’t say anything, his expression impenetrable.

Betty hesitated worried that it had upset him what with his dads past indiscretions and everything else that had happened in the last few months, “Is this okay, Jug? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. I feel like getting a little lost tonight, if that’s alright with you?”

“I know you didn’t, sorry. It’s fine, Betts. And hey…,” Jughead conceded, “if my mom was Alice Cooper, I’d probably do the same.”

Betty’s eyes brightened as she gave Jughead a coy smile, shaking the contents in the glass, “Will you get lost with me?”

I could get lost in you for days, Betty.


Betty smile graciously. She went over to grab the deep blue quilt from the back of her car. She walked back to Jughead, spreading it across the ground neatly, “I thought we could spread this in front of the tent and stargaze.”

Jughead grinned, adding, “And drink cokes and laugh at how annoying our families are.”

“Always. Hand me one of those cokes, Jug. I want to mix one of those sodas with this whiskey.”

When they both spread out on leisurely on the blanket, limbs sprawled across each other. Betty went to work, mixing the liquids together expertly, while Jughead laid down. She began to chug the drink.

“Woah, slow it down there, Juliet.”

“Sorry,” Betty put the glass bottle down. She paused. “Do you want some?”

“Sure,” Jughead smiled. He drank at a shot and a half and handed it back to her. ‘Yeeesh.’ Jughead sucked at his teeth in because the whiskey was so potent, “No Tennessee Honey, Betts? This stuff is really strong!”

But truthfully, he needed a little liquid courage tonight.

Betty laughed and took another swig. “I need to be buzzed like now, Juggie.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

Betty guzzled another swig and handed him the bottle.

“Alcohol, the original form of escapism. Cheers!” Jughead took another swig.

After they were both a little tipsy they were laying on the quilt, still looking up at the night sky. Like swirls of faint white clouds peppered the darkness above them. The sky was nearly purple in color – a reflection of the forest trees and the waters that swirled beneath them.

“Thanks for doing this, Jug.”

“Doing what?”

“Being with me. I would have had to stay in my room all weekend otherwise.”

“Well, the drive in isn’t much different Betts. It’s lonely, too. I was just as glad when you hung out with me their last weekend, it was nice to have the company.”

I’m lonely, I’m needy. I need you, Betts. Don’t you know that I’m in love with you?

“Still,” Betty turned to look at him, angling her body towards him.

Jughead turned to face her when he realized how close she was, “I’d hang out with you anytime, anywhere. Surely you know that by now, Betts?”

I would do anything for you. Ask me, and I’ll simply ask “when.”

“I know,” Betty leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, just barely skimming the corner of his mouth.

Jughead closed his eyes and sighed. Betty was still looking at him when he opened them. He felt buzzed, he had had at least three shots the hour before, “So, what do you want to do now?”

“I have an idea,” Betty sat up.

“What,” Jughead sat on his elbows and looked at her the same way he always looked at her.

Betty bit her lower lip, “Would it be weird if we went swimming?”

“Well, the lake is pretty warm this time of year – wait – I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”


“Well, what will we swim in?”

“Our underwear,” Betty giggled, “it’s not really a big deal. They look just like swimsuits. And need I remind you, we took a bath together when we were five. Remember when Archie threw mud on us?”

“Strangely enough, that’s true. You have a valid point there.” Jughead laughed. “Okay.”

Is this really happening?

Betty stood up, Jughead’s eyes lingered over her form against the night sky, “Race you to the lake!” She took off towards the lake, running in her Ked’s. Jughead grinned and got up to chase after her.

When she got to the edge of the lake, Betty flung her shoes and socks off quickly. One of her Ked’s rolled against the grass and came to a standstill.

Jughead stopped. Betty paused, meeting his eyes. She then pulled her sweater and shirt over her head and flung them to the ground, “Well, are you coming or what!”

Jughead grinned and pulled his long-sleeved t off. Betty turned away only slightly as she unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Jughead did the same. He was unable, though, to ignore the fact that that she was wearing delicate lace panties and a matching lavender bralette, also made of thin lace.


Betty waded into the water and began to swim quickly, “Come on Juggie, I’m swimming over to the rocks, come and catch me!”

Betty submerged her head into the warm salt water completely and swam towards the smooth rocks nearby. Jughead watched her hair uncoil underneath the violet waters as it skimmed the lace against her body. She was a siren.

Wearing nothing but his boxers, he felt exposed as swam after her. “Wait up, Betts.”

Betty turned when he was about to catch her, reached down in the water and pulled the waist of his boxers, slapping the elastic against his skin, “What the heck, Betts – come here!” Jughead tried to grab her arm and pull her towards him, but she wiggled away from his grasp.

Betty laughed and swam away further only this time she stopped against the smooth rock wall that jutted out against the current and sat there.

And then Jughead noticed it. He was almost certain she hadn’t yet and he was not about to tell her. Betty’s bralette was completely see through and he could see everything. He swallowed and swam towards her, trying to avoid gazing directly at her rosy nipples, which were now hard beneath her bralette.

Jughead grinned as he floated in the water next to her, “Why did you snap my boxers against me Betts, I should do the same to you. That hurt.”

Okay, truth be told, I liked it. But are you flirting with me?

“No, it didn’t.”

“Yes, it did,” Jughead laughed

Betty waded into the dark water again to be closer to him. She wrapped her arms around Jughead’s neck, floating with him beneath the water. She gazed up at the night sky, her green eyes colored by the half-moon above when she looked back at him again, “This is just what I needed.”

Jughead glanced down at her chest for a brief moment and grinned. He couldn’t help himself.


“It’s nothing”

“Juggie, something is making you smile. You had better tell me.”

Jughead moved closer to her as her arms reeled him into her.

“Alright I’ll tell you, “Jughead moved his hands down to her waist and held it there.

What?” Betty looked up at him.

He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew he had to tell her or she would be pissed in a moment. Jughead put his finger on her bralette and felt the lace, “You look nice, Betts.”

“Thanks, Jug” Betty paused and smiled up at him.

Jughead couldn’t help it, her rosy nipples were still hard. He could see them clearly as she bobbed in and out of the dark water as he looked straight down at her chest, “These are nice, too.”

“What,” Then, Betty realized why he had been smiling. Her arms were still laced around his neck and his hands were holding her waist when she looked down and realized that her lacy ensemble was completely see through, “Oh my god! Jughead! Betty pulled away and wrapped her hands around her chest. She hoped the water beneath her waist was dark enough to conceal everything else. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was enjoying the view?”

Betty splashed water at him, covering herself again.


“I only realized it a few minutes ago, I swear.”

“Yeah, and that was just enough time for you to see everything.”

“Betty! Come on, to be fair, you were the one that suggested we go skinny dipping.”

“I did not. And this it isn’t skinny dipping, Jug. We are just swimming in our underwear as an alternative.”

Betty looked down in the water again, realizing that her lace underwear was see through as well. Her cheeks heated as her eyes met his again.

Jughead grinned.

“I’m getting out of the water.” She began to swim to shore.

“Wait,” Jughead grabbed her shoulder, “It’s fine, Betts. Look I’ll just look away and we can swim a few minutes longer.”

“But you’ve already seen everything!”


“Oh my god.” Betty swam to shore and jughead swam after her. She ran towards the tent.

“Betty, come on, wait up.”

Jughead ran past her. He managed to reach the tent before her when Betty plopped down on her knees and covered her chest protectively.

Jughead sat up a little and threw a towel around her gently, “Here.”

Betty was looking away from him.

“Betts, come on.”

Betty looked back at him. Jughead stopped to look at her, realizing how close they were. Betty decided to quit fighting. She dropped her arms and sighed as Jughead’s face inched towards hers. “I’m embarrassed, that’s all.” Betty still hadn’t covered herself with the towel draped around her shoulder.

“Betty,” Without thinking Jughead moved his hands to her waist, “You look perfect.”

“I do? My mother says I need to work out more.”

Jughead grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her, “You’re kidding, right?”

Betty nodded her head as if ashamed and looked down.

Jughead nudged her chin up with his fingers, and cradled her face, “Betty, your perfect. You don’t need to exercise or lose any weight okay?”

“I don’t?” Betty whispered softly, very much aware of how close they were in this moment. She looked up at him, eyes pleading and longing for his approval.

“No,” Jughead’s voice broke. He sighed and pulled her flush against him and began kissing her. Betty pulled away from their first kiss, lips parted and eyes closed a little bit, “Why does.”

Jughead cradle her face, “Why does what, Betts?”

“Why did it feel so good when you kissed me just now?” Betty said quietly.

“It did?”

Betty nodded, not looking him in the eyes.

“Hey, look at me Betty.” Betty’s eyes met his. He smiled, “Don’t you know how beautiful you are?”

“Do you really think that, honestly?” Betty asked quietly.

“Yes,” Jughead whispered. Betty wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a longer kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Jughead broke the kiss for a moment, whispering in her ear, “Betty, you should know something. I like you.”

“You do?” Betty whispered back

“Yeah,” Jughead sighed, his eyes were still closed and his hands were still wrapped around her waist.

“Okay,” Betty whispered.


“Yeah, I like you too, Juggie. Is that what this feeling is, because I think I have a crush on you, too. I always get this feeling around you.”

Jugged began kissing Betty at a feverish pace, his bare chest was now against her wet bralette. She had all but forgotten that it was still see-through.

When they woke up the next morning, Betty’s bralette was in the corner. Jughead was still in his boxers. Betty turned and looked at him


Jughead cradled her head, “What is it, babe?”

“What are we, Juggie? Are we still best friends?”

“Isn’t this what people do when there, you know, more?”

“I suppose,” Betty said quietly. “Can we be best friends still after this?”

“Do you want to be just friends, Betts? Because I want us to be more, but only if you do.”

“You do?” Betty said quietly.

Jughead nodded and kissed her.

Betty pulled away from his lips, “Me too.”

Jughead smiled, “And we have the rest of the weekend to figure out what we are. But I was hoping you would be my girlfriend. Is…is that okay?”

“Okay,” betty whispered against his lips, pressing her body against his as she kissed him again.


Betty decided that she wanted Jughead to show her how to fish. That afternoon, Jughead attempted to explain to her how fishing lures worked. He attempted to explain that bait had to be set ‘just so’ in order to lure a fish onto the hook.

Jughead’s arms were wrapped around Betty’s, hands placed over hers as he attempted to guide the pole in the right direction.

“Just a little more,” Jughead moved her hands to the left, “There, wait no. Betty, you have to stand still!” Jughead gently placed his hands on her hips, “You’re going to scare off our potential dinner otherwise.”

“This is harder than I thought it would be, Jug.”

“Is that an admission that you don’t know how to do something? Betty Cooper, admits she’s a novice. I never thought I’d see this day come to pass.”

Betty scrunched her nose at him and turned to face the lake again, “I’ll get it, just a little more -no!” Betty dropped the fishing pole, “Jug, it got away.”

Here, Jughead grabbed the pole, “I’ll get him.”

Betty crossed her arms, “I thought I would be able to do it.”

“On your first try?” Jughead laughed, “Betts, fishing is a slow business.”

“So, your saying I’m impatient.”

“Hey, those are your words, not mine, babe.” Jughead grinned and looked back at the lake.

When the night fell, Jughead lit a fire several feet from their tent. He attempted to show Betty how to prepare the fishes that he had caught. Betty, much to her chagrin, hadn’t caught any. Once they had eaten, she settled against Jughead’s chest and gazed upwards. Jughead wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his chin above her head.

“Jug?” Betty looked up at him curiously.

“What is it?” Jughead tucked one of her unruly blonde hairs behind her head. Betty did the same, twirling a loose black curl playfully around her finger.

Betty looked at him, “Do you have any music?”

Jughead grinned, “I suppose our camping date wouldn’t be complete without some ambient noise drifting listlessly through the air, would it?”

Betty shook her head.

“I brought my portable radio. Be right back, Betts.” Jughead kissed her forehead, stood up and went over to his pick-up. As he walked back, he adjusted the dials a little until a soft melody started playing through the single speaker. “Better?”

Betty nodded. Between the silence between them and the night sky, the quiet intimacy of the moment was a bit much for her. She had finally come to the realization that she was in love with her best friend, and had been for quite some time. She was scared to act on those feelings, but she couldn’t not act on them either. Not after last night.

Jughead noticed Betty was lost in thought, “What are you thinking? You look worried about something Betts.”

“It’s nothing, really. I’m fine.”

Okay, I’m not fine. I never expected that kissing my best friend would feel that good, ever.

Jughead adjusted the speakers, so the music played louder, ‘Some things you just don’t question. Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant. And there it goes, I think I found my best friend…’

Jughead stood up and grabbed Betty’s hands, “No, it’s not nothing Betts. I know you. What is it?”

Betty shook her head, not meeting his eyes.

Jughead traced her chin with his fingers, “It’s Saturday night. I can’t have you sulking, babe. What can I do to make you smile?”

Betty smiled at him, looked him in the eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Dance with me?”


Betty wrapped her arms around Jughead’s waist and laid her head against his chest as he moved with her a little. As the song ended, Jughead smiled down at Betty, kissing her gently.

When their lips parted, Jughead whispered, “I wish I had kissed you sooner.”

“I wish you had too, Juggie.”

Betty pulled Jughead into the tent, crawled into his lap and straddled him. She began kissing him. He kissed her back. Then he kissed her over and over again, only stopping briefly to make sure she was okay.

Jughead was breathless now, “What are we doing?”


“Is this okay?”

Betty nodded. “More.”

“More? How so?”

“Just keep doing that. Put your lips on me all over me again.”


“Fuck, that feels so good.”

Jughead kept kissing her neck.


“Don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop.”

“You don’t?”


“You’re so beautiful, Betty.”

“I, I am?” Betty rolled her hips over his, eliciting a brief moan from his lips.

“Yes, why don’t you believe me?” Jughead allowed his lips to travel over her neck and began kissing her lips again. He swore gently as Betty rolled her hips over his for a second time, wrapping her legs around him.

“Will this ever stop feeling so good?”

“No,” Jughead cradled her head and pressed her lips to hers. Betty slipped her tongue into his mouth.

“Why does this feel so good?” Betty gasped for air, then returned her mouth to his.

Jughead gasped for breath, kissed her and pulled away, “Because,” he breathed heavily, not quite getting the words out.


“Because I love you, and your body can tell.”

Jughead grabbed her and began kissing her harder, hands roaming up and down her arms, waist, and neck.

“You do,” Betty said between kisses, “It can?”

Jughead nodded and pressed his lips to her neck once more.

“Juggie,” Betty pulled his face away.

“What is it?” He rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

“I want more, I need more. Can we. Never mind, it’s just, nothing.”

What is it, babe?

“I want to.”

“Want to what?”

“You know.”

“Betty, that’s everything. I don’t want you to feel any pressure with me whatsoever.”

“No, I want this. I want you.”

“Betty,” Jughead really looked at her, examine her face for signs of hesitation.

Betty nodded, “Just kiss me.”

Jughead kissed her and paused.

“What is it?”

“I love you, Betty.”

“I love you, too Jug.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “I really mean it. I love you, Betty Cooper. I’ve only ever told my sister that I loved her. You’re the only other person I’ve ever said these words to. “This is just…” Jughead choked, “a really big deal for me.”

Betty smiled, feeling warmth pool around her eyes. “I love you, too,” she whispered, “I really mean it, too. Nobody cares for me the way you do.”

Pushing back tears, Jughead cradled her face like she was made of fine porcelain, afraid she would break if he dared apply any more pressure. He’d wait for her to make the next move.

“Now kiss me. Don’t ever stop kissing me.”

Jughead pulled Betty’s shirt up, lifting it over her head. Betty, in turn, peeled his white tank top off hurriedly as Jughead began to pull her bralette down, moving his mouth lower until it was where she needed him most.