For the Valentine's Gift Swap on Twitter…lyrics by Carrie Underwood. Happy Valentine's Day SongofFairies, I hope you enjoy!
Let me make one thing clear, you can buy me a beer but you ain't taking me home
No pick-up lines I came here tonight to shed a few tears on my own
It's Valentine's Day and she's sitting at the Rabbit Hole, drowning her sorrows over being dumped. Regina Mills runs a hand through her hair as she vaguely listens to her friends gush about their love lives. Mary Margaret is going on about how she thinks David's going to propose soon. Kathryn notices the way her eyes dart around the room and reaches over to grab her hand.
"You okay, Regina?" She blinks and looks back at her friends; oh, right, she's wearing that look, the one that's somewhat sad but borders on murderous.
"Yeah, I'm fine; why wouldn't I be?" she says, putting on her best smile.
"It's okay to not be okay, Regina. I know what happened with Graham was-" Mary Margaret tries but Regina shuts her down immediately.
"I don't wanna talk about Graham," her voice is sharp, hot when she mentions his name; Mary murmurs out a quiet 'sorry' in return.
Graham is the last person she wants to think about right now. It was already bad enough that he'd dumped her, but to call her a controlling bitch in front of her mother of all people was something completely different. So, she may be a bit controlling, but he knows that growing up under Cora's manipulative (and at times abusive) thumb, coupled with Daniel's death, and that stupid lapse in judgment in which she foolishly married Leopold Blanchard, she's had to fight to be in control. It's not her fault that Graham was weak, on top of the fact that he was secretly having an affair with Emma Swan, something he didn't think she knew about.
"Y'know what? Why don't we go out on the dance floor and dance?" her friend Tatiana suggests, quickly grabbing her hand and pulling her out of her seat. Tatiana, or Tink as they call her, is new to the bunch, but Regina has never been more grateful for her in this moment.
But sittin there across the room I couldn't help but notice you seem a little down on your luck too
Tink was right, dancing was a great idea. Though she doesn't necessarily do the bar scene, this bar is one she frequents pretty often. There are nights like tonight when the bar gets slammed, people will make a makeshift dancefloor while the house speakers blast out classics from The Clash, the Stones, a little Nirvana, some Kiss. Tink is her dance partner and she's actually pretty good. Dancing off her frustrations helps, it also makes her thirsty, which is how they end up at the bar. She's ordering a whiskey when she notices him sitting dejectedly in a corner booth. He's…ruggedly handsome for someone whose face is etched in a scowl. From the dimness of the lights she can see that he's got some scruff for a beard, and for a split second, she has the wild fascination of what it would feel like rubbing against her skin…
"Like what you see?" Tink teases, causing her to roll her eyes.
"No, I just-" Tink lets out an amused chuckle.
"You're a terrible liar, Regina…his name's Robin by the way," Regina blinks, quickly glances back over at him. Robin, it fits him, he looks like his name should be Robin.
Robin is also very attractive.
He's broody and mysterious, she decides that likes that. She doesn't know what causes it but, she grabs her drink and saunters over to his table. Tink simply grins before going back to the table with their friends. When they ask where Regina went, she simply sips on her drink and nods in the direction of Robin's table.
I don't know what she did to hurt you like this but I know just what to do
It starts with a bottle of good Reposado and ends with a shooter or two…
Robin Locksley is feeling right dejected.
He's been sitting in this corner booth for the last two hours brooding. His mates Killian, John, Will, and Neal offered to come out with him but he politely refused. He needs time to process what's happened.
His divorce has been finalized, on Valentine's Day of all bloody days.
He didn't see it coming, but apparently, Marian hadn't been happy in years but she stayed because of Roland. When she eventually decided to file, she said that she didn't want Roland to grow up in a broken home. Now, however, she'd suddenly decided that she'd rather Roland know that his parents did the responsible thing and split instead of them showing him an unhealthy relationship.
Robin is, gutted, floored, angry as he should be; his marriage of nearly seven years is over. To help him cope, he orders a whiskey, neat, and downs it within seconds.
Some bloody Valentine's Day this turned out to be…
He's so caught up in his own thoughts that he barely notices her walk up to his table…barely.
That plunging neckline is criminal; he thinks before swallowing thickly, giving her a once over.
"Hi," her voice is soft, raspy but carries a velvety tone to it. He means to respond in kind but, the way she's dressed makes him blurt out,
"I'm sorry but, I don't know if it's the ales and whiskey I've had but, you are absolutely, breathtakingly stunning, in every way," she simply smiles in return and takes a seat at his booth.
"I saw you over at the bar and, you look like you could use a friend," she said softly.
"Robin," He extends a hand for her to shake; she takes it, gives him a sultry smile, finally showing off those pearly whites through that luscious red lipstick that he's got an urge to kiss away.
"Regina," she tells him.
Tomorrow when the sun comes up, tonight's the night that never was, baby just forget my name...
They stay there, seated in that corner booth, downing shot after shot until last call; Leroy calls them both a cab. Regina's the more sober of the two while Robin is surprisingly light on his feet; either that or he's more wasted than he let on. She pays the cabbie and tells him to drive them back to her place. Robin is somewhat awake and glances over at her, giving her a dopey smile.
"You never told me his name," he murmurs.
"What?" She's typing out a text to her girls to let them know she's safe and that no (particularly to Mary Margaret), Robin is not some serial killer.
"The wanker who broke your heart, what was his name?" Regina clears her throat, shifts uncomfortably and replies,
"Graham," Robin groans, his eyes on her cleavage as he murmurs about how Graham was an idiot.
"Yeah, he was," she replies, just as the cab pulls up in front of her apartment.
"Why don't you come inside; I think Leroy mentioned you having to come back and pick up your keys in the morning when you're sober," they're tumbling out of the cab, Regina still more sober than Robin as she fumbles for her door keys. By the time she turns around to direct Robin inside her apartment he practically falls into her chest.
"S'orry about that," he murmurs, causing Regina to shake her head. It's impulsive but, she tilts his head up and kisses him. Robin responds greatly, his hands moving to her waist as they stumble backward into her apartment; he slams the door shut with the heel of his foot.
When he wakes the next morning, he's got a pounding headache.
He pokes one eye open to check out his surroundings; it only takes about five seconds for him to realize that he's not in his own apartment. He still hasn't figured out where he is but wherever he is, the owner's definitely got tasted based on their bedding.
Growing up as a privileged child in Essex he knows bedding very well. He's lying on a soft pillow top mattress and he's more than certain the sheets are Egyptian cotton and based on the feel, it's probably 1,000 count. The room smells, heavenly, like something spicy and warm mixed with some Jasmine and vanilla. The context clues are a dead giveaway that the owner of wherever the hell he is, is a woman. The realization alone causes him to sit up, albeit too quickly. His head is spinning and his stomach does a somersault.
"Please don't puke on my floor, white carpet is so hard to clean," his head snaps in the direction of the door and there she is, the woman from the bar; he vaguely remembers her name being Regina. However, in this light, she looks…soft. Her hair is damp, unruly curls starting to dry around her temple. Her face is void of any makeup; he suddenly misses that luscious red lipstick from the night before. He also notices that she's much smaller without those killer heels.
She's also wearing a white terry cotton bathroom and nothing else.
He quickly glances down at himself and notices that he's shirtless; glancing underneath the sheets he notices he's not wearing boxers.
"If you're wondering if we slept together last night…we did," Regina says, taking a sip from her mug. It's coffee, Columbian dark roast and it smells heavenly.
"My memory's a bit fuzzy if I'm being honest," Robin sheepishly admits, scratching nervously at the back of his neck.
"It's fine; I don't expect you to remember, because I'd much rather forget," Robin blinks, then frowns.
"Was last night that-"
"Oh, no, last night was…spectacular," there's a glint in her eyes that quickly goes away as she continues with,"-but it was a lapse in judgment. I was sad, you were sad, we were at a bar and had too much to drink," her arms are folded across her chest and she holds the coffee mug.
Oh, right then; it seems like Robin will be doing the walk of shame. He moves to the edge of the bed, the sheet still covering his waist as he asks,
"Have you seen my-"
"They're in the corner near the closet," Regina murmurs.
Robins nods and stands, still holding the sheet around his waist as he grabs his discarded clothes and puts them on. She has the nerve to look just a bit dejected as he makes his way toward the door, though just as he's about to pass her, she calls out to him.
"Wait!" He glances back at her and there's curiosity in her eyes as she bites her lip
"I don't think I'm ready for you to leave just yet," she murmurs, blindly placing her mug on the desk nearby.
"Are you sure? Because you were quite clear a few moments ago that-"
"I changed my mind," she says as she wraps her arms around his neck. Robin grins at her, his hands moving to her waist as he drops his clothes near the door and steers them back to bed.
Turns out, Valentine's Day doesn't suck so much after all…
We should be drinking alone, together
Drownin the pain is better
With somebody else who got problems
We ain't gotta solve em
But misery loves company
Tonight all I need is a stranger
Lips with a whiskey changer
And a corner booth kiss
To make me forget that he's gone
Oh, we should be drinking alone