I haven't written fanfiction in over a year but I decided to jump back on the bandwagon and write some more! I appreciate if chapter 1 is a bit dry and crap, but once I get into it, I'm sure it'll get a lot better! Please fav,read,review and lastly enjoy! Enjoy the beauty of Captain Swan at least 3

It was always going to end like this really; I didn't expect anything other than ending up by myself again. It was inevitable, I mean I'm fine which really suggests something about my character don't you think?

It was never love, I never felt any feelings. I never felt that cliché butterfly in the stomach feeling you're meant to when you're around them. Like fucking hell, why can't I just turn it on?

Being dumped does suck, but suddenly I've travelled from the street corner outside a smoke shop (classy place to dump someone, I know – I'm lucky) to my apartment in Boston and I'm shoveling cinnamon chocolate ice cream into my mouth like tomorrow and my diet, doesn't exist.

I call this phase one of being let down. It's before the tears and the wine, and the rum and the vodka and the mixing of the rum with the vodka. Phase two is messy. It's once involved me waking up at four in the morning with bran flakes stuck to my face and 'WHY DOESN'T HE LOVE ME' scrawled over the bedroom wall in eyeliner. Phase two is the low point, and involves a lot of cleaning the morning after. It's sort of like a one night stand without the sex and the pleasure; actually it's nothing like a one night stand at all. More like a drunken night out with Ruby.

I feel my glaze over as I reach for the red wine, abandoning the glass and let the burning liquid sooth my heart, which I admit is starting to feel phase two feeling pretty strong.

One of the few good things about being with Graham, before he dumped me on my ass of course. Graham was actually pretty perfect; he was a cop, had that charming Irish drawl and had a knack of making me feel quite special. Attractive on every level, he was model good looking, but now I'm realising it's a problem when you're boyfriend has better hair than you.

You see, I Emma Swan, am lacking in the commitment department. Graham was perfect, but don't you need to be perfect yourself to be with someone who strangers on the street would give a solid 10 to. I'm more of a 5, maybe a solid 6. Long Blonde hair, black tank top and rose brown leather jacket classifies as a solid Swan look. Smart but severe. Like Ruby says: my looks match my personality.

I put the now half empty bottle of red down and glare around the apartment. Not very homely for someone that's been occupying it for some time now. To think that Graham was going to move in. A quick smile crosses my face. Stone white walls, smart brown leather couches, a kitchen that's cooked nothing more than a bowl of cereal. I could never picture us together.

Looking down and stroking the soft cotton throw, we could have never sprawled across this couch with hands intertwined and watched crappy old black and white movies. No, Graham was into action and fast pace. He was a huntsman, and I was more of a deer ready to be shot. I couldn't live up to whatever shitty expectation of a perfect girlfriend he had. Thinking about it more and more I never once felt anything.

I'm not a chronic bitch face, I'm just honest.

I'm suddenly jolted out of position. The tune of some trap song Ruby has set my phone to blasts out across the dark empty apartment. No caller ID. I sit there and don't pick up, I'm too bitter to answer the phone right now, I'll probably snap and I think I'm also slightly intoxicated given than now the wine bottle appears to be empty. Fucking Graham. He doesn't even have the decency to call me.

'Hey it's Emma here, leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible, thanks' I hear my own voice and then it goes to answer phone.

A husky deep voice now fills the room as I manoeuvre the phone closer to my ears. 'Love it's Hook, I'm just calling to say that – bloody hell Lacey shut up I'm on the phone to a fucking client.' The deep voice pauses, heavy breathing follows. I stare at the phone slightly mesmerised. 'Sorry erm- I'm just wondering if you're still coming for your appointment, got some new moves to try out on you and this guy needs some action if you get what I mean.' The voice laughs, the boom so deep it makes me feel almost warm. 'So yes, come down the Jolly Rodger in half an hour if you haven't backed out, I'm sure you haven't, not that I've ever seen you of course..it's first session but erm- I'm going to shut the fuck up now. Bye'

The voice ends the call. Getting up, I walk over to the kitchen, the tiles cold on my bare feet contemplating what just happened. Prostitute? Hooker? Drunk idiot? The wine pours itself and I'm drinking out of the bottle yet again. But the deep voice is still ringing through my ears. I shouldn't be thinking about this, I shouldn't have another man's voice in my head. I should be throwing glass on the floor and drunk dialling Graham whilst screaming over 'The Notebook'. But there's something that I can't put into words. Curiosity, I guess.

'Come down the Jolly Rodger' I reach over to the kitchen table and grab my laptop, within a few clicks, or actually quite a lot because drunk typing is actually pretty hard – I'm on google.

tje jolly roodger bostonn

I quickly press enter and look at the search results, nothing.

My heart sinks, I don't know what I was expecting but I didn't think I would actually feel disappointed. It's not like I am the sort of person to go down to a strip club, or any club of that matter. LET ALONE follow instructions from creepy British guy that appeared down the end of my phone just 5 minutes ago. I feel my cheeks flush red.

As I close my laptop screen, my eyes just glace over the words 'strip' 'bar' and 'rendez vous'. I breathe in and open the lid and there it is.

'Jolly Rodger – strip club and bar, Boston's most worst kept secret.' I piece the words together before I have a chance to process everything but. He was fucking legit. I'm fucking involved in some sex appointment. Things like this do not happen to people like me. I am not sexual I am not the dark and mysterious type. I am bold and brash and fuck people that I've had a few dates with. Not British guys that 'wants to try out NEW MOVES.'

My phone lights up again, I widen my eyes and expect no caller ID but it's Ruby. Oh fuck. I clasp my hands over my mouth. Ruby will want to know, she will know something is up.

'Emma!' Her perky voice shrills through the phone.

'Ruby, hey, Graham and I broke up.' I hear myself say, in a happier voice than I expect. I look over at my laptop screen, the Jolly Rodger website glares back at me.

'I know honey! He updated his Facebook profile, that guy knows how to move on fast!' She says. 'He's a dick babe don't worry about him, he's too perfect for you.'

I'm used to these backhanded compliments so I take it without complaining. 'Ruby something just happened.' I break off and take another deep swig of wine.

'What babe?' she utters.

'Some guy called 'Hook' just called me and said he's waiting for me to come to his appointment at the Jolly Rodger.' I pause expecting her to react. 'So I googled it and it's a fucking strip club!'

She doesn't say anything but I can hear laughter erupt from the other end of the phone.

'Surprise!' She replies, her voice so high from laughing it's hard to understand.

'What the actual fuck Ruby.' I look around in shock. 'You arranged this whole thing?!' I try to formulate my words but so much excitement is bubbling up in my stomach it's hard to suppress.

'Yes, take it from me Emma, you need to have a good time.' She says neutrally.

'So you set me up with a prostitute.' I close the laptop screen.

'A VERY nice prostitute!' She laughs 'Well I've heard he's nice the club is really clean and let's just say I've been there and it's an - experience.' She erupts into a fit of laughter again.

I walk over to my bedroom and turn on the light; I open the closet door and pick out a black dress. I take the phone away from my ear, 10:34pm.

'Emma, you have to go!' I hear the phone say, 'You need to go meet you're prince charming, well a tall dark handsome one. And don't worry I've paid in advance for you!'

'And that makes it all ok.' I sarcastically offer whilst applying black kohl to my eyes.

'So you're actually going!' She squeals.

'I sense your shock, yes Ruby I am.' I put down the phone and look in the mirror. I push up my hair and brush down my front. I summon all the strength I possess. 'I'm going to go fuck a stranger.'