The hell is up Riverdale?

Going to the only place I really know in this town anymore the wyrm.

Planting herself on a bar stool in the rather quiet bar she crossed her legs, glancing around the room she noticed that there were no familiar faces to greet her.

She’s arrived back in Riverdale and ready to tear the town apart.

Well, good evening…

Good evening.

Interesting…

There he is… she’s been looking for him.

Well she was hoping for his company… in their room.

There’s nothing she missed more than him . . . and the way he looks at her.

it must be love . . .

Just a little bit . . .