FP and Gladys were sitting at a table for three, patiently awaiting the arrival of Alice, well I guess Hermie.

Fp's leg was nervously shaking as he kept taking quick sips of his beer, which Gladys quickly caught onto.

"You seem nervous, FP." She tells him as she raises an eyebrow.

"No, no. I just... it's weird, she gets me very tense." He makes up an excuse on the spot.

"I'm sorry to put you through this." She apologizes grabbing his hand.

"I understand why we're doing this, I just can't wait to past this part of my life and moving onto a new part." He smiles at her and she returns one.

"We will, tonight." She seductively smiles at him which he chuckles at.

"Good god, yes." He whispers and she giggles.

They both turn their heads and finally see her walk in. Both of their jaws practically hit the floor at how gorgeous Alice looked all dolled up.

"Is that her?" Gladys asks in disbelief.

"I think so..." he responds mesmerized.

It's as if everything happened in slow motion, watching her strut towards them. Her hair beautifully curled, hitting just below her shoulders. A stunning white dress, with an extravagant belt that hugged all of her curves. The look was completed with her glamorous makeup look, her big sunglasses and the seventeen hundred dollar shoes with her matching bag.

"She's stunning. I-I love her shoes." Gladys lets out before Alice approaches them.

"Yeah, well she's got about five pairs of them. Maybe she'll give you one." He lets out poking his cheek with his tongue.

He had never seen her like this. He always thought she was rather good looking, but with her all dressed up and finally feeling good about herself, made him think even more of her.

"Hello, boring!" Alice says approaching them as they both get up to greet her.

FP gets up slowly, going in to give her a friendly, ex-husband kiss on the cheek, placing his hands on her hips. "You really went all out, didn't you." He whispers.

"Im just playing the part." She returns in a whisper as she held onto his arm before turning her attention relates Gladys.

"Gladys, hi!" She enthusiastically says, grabbing the woman's hand to properly greet her. "Hermione Jones, soon to be- single a bee."

They all laugh together before returning to their chairs. Alice calling a waiter over, rather flirtatiously.

"Something to drink, ma'am?" He kindly asks.

"I would like a tall glass of you." She flirts and the waiter blushes.

"Oh I'm just kidding, a dirty martini please." She tells him with a chuckle.

The waiter scurries off, clearly flustered form her comment. FP takes a drink from his beer, and Gladys with her wine before they start their conversation.

"So, Gladys. I heard you and FP had sex!" Alice says nonchalantly, causing Gladys to choke on her wine.

"Yes, I am so sorry i-"

"Please, honey it is fine! I'm just happy that his thing-a-ding can still ring-a-ding." She laughs and FP sends her a glare.

"He's got a serious small issue with E.D." She says tapping her nails on the table.

FP lets our a sound of confusion, watching her diagnose him with something.

"What's E.D?" Gladys asks her.

"Oh gosh, I forgot. You're fifteen." She says dramatically making fun of her age. "Erectile dysfunction, honey. And the thing about it is if you're trying to shoot darts, but all you've got is overcooked spaghetti."

FP shakes his head in disbelief before chuckling embarrassingly.

"I just think that my spaghetti wasn't loving the-um, meatballs it was being served. They were a little too lumpy." He defends and she rolls her eyes.

"I've heard from a lot of men that I serve the finest meatballs in Riverdale." She tells him confidently.

"Of course, a lot of homeless men. They'll eat anything." He laughs taking another long sip of his beer.

Alice forces a little laugh from her lips before FP continues bashing her, getting her back for the erectile dysfunction diagnosis.

"I'm just very shocked that you even remember anybody you've ever been with, with all the pills that are in your system." He lets out and she sends him a glare.

"She really likes this pills this one. I'd come home and ask what's for dinner and she'd just go on and on about pills." He tells Gladys, not breaking eye contact with Alice who is shooting daggers with her eyes.

"Well, I had to do something to amuse myself while this one sat on the throne, for hours dealing with his irritable bowel syndrome." She tells her, pushing a stand of hair out of her face.

"I've got another disease, okay." He nods forcing a smile.

"I just want to tell you, I spent the eve of our wedding, sitting on the bed listening to what sounded like an underwater symphony of French horns and trombones coming out of our hotel bathroom! Mix that with the smell of like-like a dead cat and some fajitas, and you've got what you call yourself a severely diminished libido." She goes on, thinking of any terrible thing she could.

Gladys suddenly feels a sharp pain in her right leg as FP had kicked her.

"Ouch! Did you just kick me?" She asks him with a frown.

"No. Did you? You-you kicked her, why did you kick her?" FP says looking at Alice, hoping she'd save him.

He meant to kick Alice in the shin, but missed as he kicked Gladys. He was mentally cursing himself for being so stupid.

"What? Yeah, I don't- I-I have leg spams." She makes up an excuse before delivering a gigantic kick to FP's chin.

He lets out a sound of pain.

"It's a side effect, from all of the pill popping." She refers to their earlier conversation. "But, it's all better now. I'm clean and I truly apologize."

"It's okay." Gladys says with a smile.

They all take a long needed drink from each of their cups before continuing the awkward conversation.

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"Harold, you thoughtless asswipe. Stop texting, and open that door for me." She yells at her Uber driver as they walk out of the restaurant.

"Why do you keep calling me Harold?"

"Just go with it." She laughs lowly before turning her attention back on the two.

"Gladys, so lovely to meet you."

"Likewise, really." She smiles taking Alice's hand once more.

"I mean look at you two. It's like Barbie and" she pauses. "Grandpa ken." She playfully punches him in the shoulder while they all laugh at her comment.

"Even though it did not work out between us, at all... I still want my FP to be happy, happy, happy." She tells him patting his cheek.

"Goodnight Al." He says gesturing her to get in her Uber which Gladys thought was a personal driver.

Alice's phone suddenly rings and she answers it quickly, not paying attention to the caller ID.

"Hello? What? Okay, please put her on the phone right now. Honey, you know how I feel about you selling your brothers stuff on EBay!" She tells her daughter through the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey, take that In the car." FP tells her nervously, hoping Gladys didn't catch on.

"I will deal with you when I get home, young lady, okay?" She continues, not registering what FP is telling her.

She ends the phone call with a sigh before turning to FP. "I mean you would think-" she stops when she sees FP's face.

"You-you have kids?" Gladys questions shocked.

"Hmmm?" Alice lets out before taking a deep breathe.

"You have children?" Gladys asks again.

"We sort of, have a little bit of children." FP responds as Alice is frozen in her spot.

"When we're you planning on telling me about your children, FP?" She asks him clearly hurt.

"I don't know, but listen. I have to get to those little rascals. Gladys, so nice seriously! FP..." she sends him an apologetic look before making her way into the Uber.

"Are you freaked out about this right now, or?" He asks her and she smiles.

"Actually, quite the opposite. You know I love kids, I just never pegged you as a kids guy" She tells him.

"I'm a huge kids guy, I love kids!" He exclaims which causes her to giggle.

"What are their names?" She asks him excitedly.

He thinks of Alice's two kids, Charles and Betty. He knows he shouldn't use their real names, so he thinks of two on the spot.

"There is the girl, who is Jellybean. And then the boy's name is Jughead. Short nicknames for Fortsythia and Fortsythe." He proudly states earning a weird look from the woman.

"I want to meet them!" She exclaims

"Of course you do." He smiles.

What the hell was he going to do now?