Just some stupidity inspired by a prompt from the otpprompts Tumblr. I don't have the brainpower right now to think up a good reason for why there's a town meeting or why it's at Snow's place, so please forgive me and use your imagination if it bothers you too much. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Once Upon A Time, and the idea comes from the otpprompts Tumblr blog.
Imagine Person A of your OTP sitting next to Person B in an early morning college class, pouring an energy drink into their coffee, telling Person B they're going to die, and then promptly chugging the entire thing. Bonus: Person C is sitting on the other side of Person B and mimics Person A. Person B wonders why they're surrounded by idiots.
Another villain, another strange happening, another dull town meeting in an attempt to sort it all out; Storybrooke was a bitch. Could they not have a moment of peace, some time to enjoy the fact that their lives weren't being threatened by some greater evil?
Of course not.
Emma sighed. It was way too early for this shit – as in, "four in the morning" too early.
Some big bad had come to town and stirred things up somewhere, and so an 'emergency' – no one had died or been seriously injured so the sheriff didn't see why it couldn't wait until morning – meeting had been called.
So here she was, leaning against the pearly white kitchen island beside her dark-haired lover, Regina, listening to her mother fill everyone in on what had gone down. The small apartment was cramped as the idealistic Snow had attempted to fit any and every one with an ounce of power or an idea of what had happened into the space.
To be quite honest, Emma wasn't even sure why they were holding the meeting at her parents' apartment when Regina was Mayor once again, and therefore had her sizable office available. Alas, here they were.
At least there were refreshments.
"Thankfully, no one was hurt, but we must discuss what our next action will be. That's why…"
Emma stifled a weary yawn, and began to tune out her mother's talking, and instead let her mind wander.
Feeling her eyes once again begin to slide shut, the blonde hastily poured herself another cup of hot coffee. She'd only taken one sip before an idea came to her.
As quietly as she could so as not to disturb the others who listened to Mary-Margaret's babbling, Emma moved to the fridge and grabbed an energy drink for herself, and another for her teenage son, who'd taken to guzzling down at least two a day. Emma knew Regina hated his new habit, but for some reason – perhaps guilt due to depriving him of small pleasures such as unhealthy food and drink for most of his childhood, or fear of losing her son to his biological mother once again – she allowed it.
Placing the can in front of the boy, Emma took up her place at the counter again and cracked her own drink open. Beside her, Regina shot her a disapproving look. Emma only gave her a small smile before lifting the can and pouring the odd coloured liquid into her hot coffee. "I'm going to die," she whispered, watching the sugary waterfall of her energy drink.
Regina looked on in quiet disbelief, perfect brows raised and painted lips parted in a worried 'o'; her blonde lover had reached a new low.
With abandon, the saviour picked up her now full-to-the-brim mug and tipped back the whole thing, gulping it down quickly.
Just as the brunette was convinced this couldn't get worse, she heard the unmistakable sound of a second can being opened, and the glug glug of pouring. Peering to her left, she saw her son mimicking his other mother. He too, fearlessly chugged the life-shortening concoction.
Regina opened her mouth as if to say something, but then shut it again and dropped her head into her hands. Idiots. Both of them.