So! This story takes place after the one I wrote in Drunk. I just though that was a full story and I wanted to start a new one, but this is linked to that.
Read that first or you won't understand a few things.
I warn you again - english isn't my first language. Prepare for grammar mistakes.
I hope you all enjoy it! :)
If anything can go wrong, it will
A few hours passed but Mary Margaret didn't feel better. Her head still hurt, but she had no idea why. She was not the kind of girl who would drink the amount of drinks Emma told her she had had. It wasn't all a haze to her. She remembered a few things.
She remembered Emma sat on her bed, crying. She said something about Henry, but Mary Margaret wasn't sure what. Somehow she could remember seeing Leroy and Ruby too. Leroy widely smiling, Ruby in her red cape…
No, wait, Ruby wasn't there. Or… was she?
It was all blurry, but she at least hadmemories. So the drunk theory wasn't quite right after all.
But then why on earth does my head hurt like someone's still hitting me with a hammer?
She was digging deep in her memory in case she could remember anything else, meanwhile she tried also to concentrate on the lunch she was making for her and Emma. Suddenly the door opened and the person who entered the flat shut it with such force, it almost fell out of its place.
Mary Margaret looked up, surprised and rather shocked at Emma. She put down the pasta and closed her eyes for a second to calm herself. She managed not to drop it which was a small miracle.
"Why. Did you. Have to. Scare me. Like that?" She asked quietly as she opened her eyes.
"These people are driving me crazy! I wasn't available, blah blah blah… What the hell do they mean I wasn't available?! I cannot work at nights for God's sake! What do they expect me to do at two in the morning? What problem could they possibly have? What?!" She yelled directly at Mary Margaret.
Somehow the brunette had déjavu. She was confused again.
"You might wanna slow down or start again because I don't follow." She said with a hidden smile. "What happened?"
"I have no idea!" She sighed desperately. "I went to the station and I had 32 messages. 32! So I called Archie, because he called more than ten times. He picked up and almost yelled at me, because I wasn't available for days." She looked at her friend with disbelief and repeated slowly. "Wasn't - available… For days! I told him he must have dialed the wrong number or I don't know, because I was working all week! He must have called last night too. I don't understand, where the hell does it say in my contract that I have to work at nights too? Unbelievable!"
Mary Margaret waited, and asked gently. "And what did he say?"
Emma threw her badge on the table and smashed her gun next to it. "That it wasn't night and I wasn't available." She looked in her flatmate's eyes with frustration and anger. "I swear to God if anyone ever tells me again that I wasn't available I'll scream."
"Slow down, slow down!" Mary Margaret smiled. She would never have said it aloud but she had to admit it to herself - it was quite amusing watching Emma being so… Emma. "So, you two had a fight… I'm sorry, but I don't see why you are so upset. Is there anything else?" She stared at her with a searching look.
Emma gasped. "I had the same argument with Granny, Kathryn… and Regina." She gave Mary Margaret a look after saying the last name. "Yeah, that was quite the last straw."
Her friend looked at her reassuringly. She knew how the Mayor could be. "What did she do now?"
Emma shook her head. "I didn't give her an opportunity to do anything. As soon as she asked why I wasn't…" She took a deep breath. "… available, I told her to mind her own business and came home. What's with everyone today?"
Mary Margaret shook her head too. "I'm sure it's nothing. It must be… " She closed her eyes and stopped in the middle of her sentence because the pain in her head was so strong she couldn't think clearly. She grabbed the first thing she could reach – the pasta – and she felt herself collapse.
Huge thanks to oldmcpiper for being my beat! You are my english grammar... :D