White Castle
Author: Jaded Since Conception 86
A/N: Love Once upon A Time… yay.
Summary: "Smoked out, loached out, blowing hella smoke out."
Chapter One
It's around ten at night and the Emma is baking out with her buddy Grant. Both cops lounged in the jail area of the Sheriff's office. A thick haze of white smoke hung in the air as they blazed blueberry Kush weed. Emma sat on the floor against the bars. One knee up and the other leg stretched out. She held a thick blunt between her thumb and index finger, as she inhaled strong. Emma smoked like a chimney. As she held her mouth ajar and sucked billowing white clouds up her nose. She reached out passing the loaded cigarillo to the Deputy. He sat across the wall mounted bed. "I am so fucking high!" He blurted, chuckling gleefully. "Fuck, me three," Emma said, grinning. Grant burst out laughing, starting a laughing fit between the both of them. There loud and obnoxious behavior filled the room. "I told you Red were good for it," Grant said, taking two drags, and then passing the blunt. "Ye-ah," Emma said, sighing with enthusiasm. "I wonder what Mayor Tight-ass is up to," Emma said, her lip curving up slightly. "She's probably fucking Mr. Gold again, probably why he has that damn limp and cane," Grant said, "She fucks the shit out him." Emma damn near choked on her smoke, as she took a hit.
"Ha! Ha! Hahahahahahahaaaaa!" Emma laughed out loud, lurching over against her knee. She held out the blunt to Grant. "What? I bet I'm right!" Grant said, pinching the now, short. "Yeah-right!" Emma said, catching her breath. "No way," Emma waved her hands dramatically. "If Regina was fucking Gold, he would be a fucking wheel chair!" She nodded, with a sure look.
"Ahahahahaahahaha! Or dead!" Grant bellowed, "Gold is fucking old as shit!" He passed the blunt to Emma. "Aahahahahahahahahahahaha! Dude is fucking ancient!" Emma mocked. She puffed the extra short to a stinger, than flicked it in to the cold, concrete corner of the room. "I bet his dick shoots fucking baby powder," Grant carried on. "Hahahahah! Oh shit! My stomach hurts!" Emma said, straining to speak between gasp for air. "Ohhh… fuck, I'm light headed as hell, now," Grant said, catching his breath. "Daaamn," Emma sighed, looking sick. "What?" Grant asked, staring at his co-worker. "I just pictured Regina and Gold."
"Awwe, See! They're fucking… some- how," Grant said, looking sure. "Shit, I'd do her, too… if she weren't a total fucking psycho," Emma blurted, leaning her head back against the iron bars. "Sexy psycho," Grant said, seriously. "She can ride my cruiser anytime," Grant added, with an elongated sigh. He gently pressed a hand to the crotch of his jeans. "Too sexy," Emma scuffed, frowning cutely. "Ahahaha," Emma grinned. Grant gave her questioning look. "When-ever she is bitching me out," Emma corked a brow. "I imagine her naked," She admitted. "Ha!" Grant blurted, "Hahahaa! No shit!"
Emma shook her head, yes. "It's the only way, to survive her wrath," Emma said, sighing. "What do you see after she's naked," Grant asked, looking a little more than curious. "Me fucking her up against my desk," Emma said, holding her hands out and gesture towards her lap.
"Ahhh! Bad girl!" Grant teased, chuckling. "Very bad," Emma agreed. A smug as look washed over on her face, as she recalled the dirty pictures in her head.
"Ahem!" Came a voice suddenly, startling the cops. Grant got to his feet in a slightly clumsy manner, looking towards the cell door. He immediately drops his gaze and began to smooth cloths and hair. Emma followed suit. "Re- Mayor Mills," Emma blurted, viciously holding back a blush. She looked one hundred percent bitchy, as usual. "Eyes up here, Ms. Swan," Regina said, glaring at the blonde cop. "Deputy," She added, giving Grant a stiff look. Both looked at each other, trying not to laugh.
"Working hard, or hardly working," She asked, looking suspicious. She looked expectantly to the both of them. "We are definitely hard…. At work," Grant blurted, fighting a looking kind of sleazy. "I beg your pardon?" Regina said, looking confused. "Yes!" Emma interjected, smiling. "We're working," Emma said, "Now, how may we be of service?" Grant smirked, hard.
"Hm," Regina sighed, sizing up the blonde….
A/N: Awe, cliff hanger. This was a stoner written piece. Because, I'm so high right now. Um. Hope you like it. I'm definitely going to continue…. The next time I get blowed… Which will probably be tomorrow… Ye-ah. Anyway, hope you liked this story. Follow it or whatever.