"Leave me alone, Hook," Emma growled as she set her drink on the counter as granny's. She didn't even have to turn around to see he was behind her. She could smell him. He reeked of rum. "You know, they make a thing called soap now. You don't have to bathe in alcohol."
"Aren't you a fiery one tonight, lass?" he purred as he sat down next to her. "You seem all wound up about something. I could help you loosen up a bit," he pushed the loose blonde hair that hung from her face behind her ear.
She immediately swatted his hand away as a gagging noise came from her throat. "I'd rather cut my own hand off."
"Very funny, love. I must inform you though; losing a hand is not nearly as pleasant a thing as you might think. Stings a little," he grabbed her glass and took a swig of the amber liquid. The sound that escaped his throat mimicked Emma's. "I hate whiskey," he slammed the glass back down, earning him a look from Ruby.
"Good. Then you won't drink anymore of mine. She noticed Ruby still staring at them. "Ruby, can I get another?" She looked down at her glass. "In a new glass please?" She turned back to the pirate. "What do you want with me?"
"Can't a man just have a drink with a woman without wanting something from her?"
She rolled her eyes. "One, no. A man usually wants something when he has a drink with a woman. Two, A pirate cannot just sit down with the town sheriff after he shot a woman and tried to murder the man who loves her. Twice. Once in a non-magical town!"
"Lucky for me, you seem to be off duty then," he gave her a wink. "Although if you're feeling frisky, you could always arrest me and have your way with me."
"Gross," she shook her head as Ruby brought her another glass. "Thanks."
"Everything alright, Emma? I can always make him leave for you," she shot Hook a glare.
"Aye, lass, I'd love to see you try," he challenged.
Emma heard a low growl sound escape from Ruby's throat before she put her hand up. "I can handle the pirate. But thanks," she gave her a smile. "What do you really want?" She looked back at him.
"Well, I do have to admit, I've been a bit bored since my temporary truce-"he made a disgusted face. "With the crocodile." His face changed back into a smile. "You're lucky I like you, Swan. Not many people could distract me from my revenge."
"You just don't want to be locked up again," she gave a triumphant smile. She had managed to keep him in the cell for nearly a month before he had agreed to suspend his vendetta against Gold.
"Oh, but spending time with you was oh so much fun," he flashed a smile as he brushed his fingers over her bare arm. "I know you enjoyed it. You spoke my name when you fell asleep at your desk," he gave her a wink.
Her face contorted back into a scowl. "I did no such thing," She felt her anger flare as he cooed his own name his version of her voice. "You are so annoying!" She stood up, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair.
"Oh, come on now, love," he stood up, still laughing. "I'm only teasing you. Come down to the harbor with me," he held out his hand.
"I'm going home. I'd suggest you do the same. Except for you, that means getting on that invisible ship and sailing your way back to Neverland or wherever you came from," she walked past him to the door after throwing a $20 over the counter for Ruby.
"That's harsh, lass," he followed her. "You know, Emma, the crocodile is only alive right now because of you. I promised I'd let it go-" he struggled to finish the sentence. "For now. The way I see you, you owe me two things now. Once for leaving me with that damned giant. And two, for behaving myself in your little town."
This was enough for her to stop and turn toward him. He hadn't anticipated this. He almost crashed into her. "You left me in a cell. I don't owe you a damned thing for the beanstalk incident."
"You betrayed me."
"You would have betrayed me! I was only getting the better of you before you could turn it around on me!"
"We've already had this conversation, lass. I would have been on your side had you just taken me with you. You're a much lovelier companion than Cora. And we both know you leaving me, not trusting me, wasn't about me at all. You just have trust issues, love. I could fix that you know," he winked.
"You're so determined to make innuendos that they don't even make sense anymore," she shook her head.
"Must be drunk," he smiled. "You should walk me home. Wouldn't want anything to happen to me, would you?"
"All the more reason for me to let you go alone," she folded her arms across her chest and immediately unfolded him when she noticed his eyes travel down, licking his lips. "You're disgusting." She zipped up her jacket.
"As sheriff, I do believe you have an obligation to protect the citizens of Storybrooke. If you leave me to my own devices, you'd be doing a disservice to this town. Who knows what kind of trouble a pirate could get into?"
"I could always lock you up again to ensure you don't get into any more trouble."
"Oh, Emma, you little vixen. You know just how to get me worked up," he laughed. "Go ahead. Arrest me," he held out his hand and hook in front of her, smiling seductively.
"Go home, Hook," she repeated the phrase for what felt like the millionth time.
"Walk me."
She sighed. "If I walk with you back to the harbor, will you go to bed and leave me alone?"
"I'll go to bed. The alone part is really up to you," he smiled wickedly. He smiled wider when she rolled her eyes and started to walk, telling him to hurry up. Happily, he followed behind, making their way toward his ship.