Emma plopped down on the couch next to Henry, stealing the remote from his hands. "Hey!" he glared at Emma. Her hair was wet from a shower and she shook her golden locks at him, causing him to back to the other side of the couch. "Stop it! Stop it!" He pleaded.

Emma flipped the channel to The Simpsons, which Henry rarely ever protested about watching, considering at Regina's, there was still a child's lock on most of the channels. Henry picked up a piece of popcorn from the bowl he was holding, licked it and threw it at Emma.

"Ack! Ew, kid! Gross!" Henry had impeccable aim and shot the popcorn right into Emma's ear. She swatted it out. "What was that for? I'm going to have butter and spit in my ear now!"

Henry smirked. "Good! I was watching something!"

Emma opened her mouth to retaliate but her phone suddenly rang. She got up and tossed the remote back to Henry who caught it gleefully. "Whatever, kid, you're lucky. Hello?" Emma said into the receiver.

The phone was filled with loud music and a giggling voice. "Hey Emma! You should come down to Granny's. I'm having an awesome party for Damion but it's kinda getting a little boring."

Emma shook her head. "Really, Rubes? A boring party? With you? Highly doubtable. And besides, you know I don't do parties."

"Aww, c'mon Emma!" Ruby wined. "For once just come to one of my parties. I promise you will have fun!"

"And why do I have this feeling that I won't?"

"Please, Emma? Don't be such a downer!"

"I am not a downer! Look even if I wanted to go, I have Henry tonight and—"

"I wouldn't mind if you left for a while!" Henry called over the couch.

Ruby smiled into the phone. "See, kid doesn't mind. Please come over?"

Emma rolled her eyes at her son. "Ugh, fine, but I'm only having ONE drink!"

"Whatever you say princess."

Emma clicked off the phone. She shook her head as Henry peered at her over the back of the couch. "So are you gonna go?" A small smile was playing at Henry's lips.

Emma rolled her eyes. "I am, yes, but don't start parading yet. You're going over to Regina's." Henry groaned and rolled his eyes, a trait he got from Emma. "Hey!" Emma said, "Regina and I made a deal. After we got back from Neverland and all that Pan crap we went through, she decided you were not to be left alone without some form of adult with you. I would fully opt to let you watch yourself but I understand where your mom is coming from with this."

"I'm almost 14, mom, and it's been like 6 months since that happened."

Emma wrinkled her nose, "Six months that you have not been in danger."

Henry scrunched his face. "Whatever." He thought for a moment. "Wait, mom!"

"What, kid?"

"It's still only 7:30, maybe I could go over to Ava and Nicholas's house tonight?" Henry looked at Emma with hopeful eyes.

The blonde shuffled to the stairs. "Fine, call your mom and tell her where you'll be."

She turned to walk up the stairs when Henry shouted, "Wait! There was more to that."

Emma turned halfway up the stairs again, "What this time, kid?"

Henry wrung his hands together, a sign showing he was nervous. "Could you… unmmm… well… Could you take mom with you to the party?"

Emma faltered. "Wait, what kid? I dunno, that's not really your mom's scene."

Henry shrugged. "I know but she's been very lonely lately. No one really hates her anymore but no one ever socializes with her either. I think she needs some fun."

"Your mom, won't go."

"I can convince her."

Emma made a face. The thought of Regina hanging out, drinking with the lot of them, seemed pretty unappealing. Grimacing she looked at her son, who looked back with such a hopefulness in his eyes, Emma couldn't help but say, "Fine, but if she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to go."

Emma hopped up the remaining steps to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. She stripped from her warm, comfortable, flannel pajamas and stared at her wardrobe. Ruby would absolutely murder her if she showed up in her usual jeans and tank top. Emma groaned and picked up the only dress she owned, a tight, hot pink one. She wiggled herself into it and searched through her closet for black high heels to pair with the dress. Emma painted on a line of eyeliner and brushed some mascara on before stepping back and looking at herself in the mirror. Oh, god, Emma thought, I haven't looked like this in almost 3 years. She shook her hair out, which had dried to messy curls and when she deemed herself presentable enough, she donned on a black leather jacket and walked unsteadily downstairs.

"Wow, mom, don't you look hot!" Henry smirked at her.

"Shut up, kid. You ready?" Henry picked up his backpack off the floor and slung it on to his shoulder. Taking that as a yes, Emma snatched up her car keys and headed for the door. "So they said you can come over?"

"Yep!"

"And… your mom…?" She asked unsteadily as she wobbled her way down the stairs. These heels are going to take some work, Emma thought.

"She said she'd love to go!"

Emma tripped on the last stair and Henry caught her arm before she completely fell to the ground. "R-Really?" Emma stuttered, trying to regain her balance.

Henry shook his head and walked his mom to the car to make sure she didn't fall again. "Yep! And she said you'd better pick her up quickly before she changes her mind."

"Sounds like Regina." Emma and Henry ducked into Emma's yellow bug before screeling down the street towards Henry's destination.

"Be good, kid!" Emma called out as Henry was leaving the car.

"Yeah, I always am!" He called back over his shoulder.

After Emma made sure he was safely inside the house, she turned her car around and headed for 108 Mifflin Street. Emma sat in her car, mustering up the courage to step out and walk up that long pathway to Regina's front door. She finally did, after a minute or so, and knocked against the white painted door.

Emma waited several agonizing minutes before the door opened to reveal Regina who, to Emma's surprise, was clad in silk pajamas, and wore a very confused look on her face. Her hair and makeup were still done up from today so evidently, Regina had just started getting ready for bed.

"Miss Swan, what is the meaning of this?" Regina raked her eyes down Emma's ridiculously tight dress, her eyes landing on the tall, black stilettos she was wearing. She looked back up at Emma, demanding an answer to her question.

"I.. uh.. wait.. unmm…" Emma shuffled and pulled her jacket tighter around her.

"Illiterate as ever." Regina muttered under her breath.

Emma's green eyes darted back and forth between Regina's brown ones. "Henry didn't tell you?" Emma blurted out.

"Tell me what, Miss Swan?" Regina thought for a moment, and seeing Emma shiver, she invited her into the house. She giggled inwardly at the slight wobble in Emma's step. "Henry said he was spending the night at a friend's house."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Sneaky kid." Emma muttered to herself.

"What was that dear?" They were standing in Regina's foyer, Emma shuffling awkwardly where she stood and Regina standing with her arms crossed, looking up at the now taller woman.

Emma shook her head. "Henry was supposed to ask you if you wanted to go out to a party with me."

"That would indeed explain the scantiness of which you're dressed like."

"I am not dressed like a slut!"

"I didn't say slut, dear." Regina paused for a moment. "Why would Henry not ask me over the phone?"

Emma shrugged, "I dunno, I guess he wanted me to ask you."

"Well, are you asking, Miss Swan?"

"Depends on if you want to go."

"Well you haven't asked so how would I know."

Emma scoffed. "Regina, would you like to go to a party with me?"

"No."

"What!" Emma crossed her arms and stared at Regina. "Why?"

"Partying with you is not an activity I would enjoy, Miss Swan."

"God, you sound like me." When Regina shot her a puzzling look Emma said, "I didn't want to go at first either, but Henry told me to go… Then he said to take you." Emma smiled. "I think you're obligated to go, Madame Mayor."

Regina made a face at Emma, "I am not! Just because my son said so, doesn't mean I'm going!"

Emma put on a bigger smile, "But that's the exact reason to go. He wants you to go but I don't think he really thinks you're going to. Prove him wrong."

Regina shot her a look of annoyance. "I have nothing to wear…" She huffed under her breath.

Emma's smile turned into a smirk, "Is that a yes?"

Regina shook her head. "It's not a 'no' , but I still have nothing to wear."

It was Emma's turn to look at Regina with annoyance. "Oh, please, you have something." Emma grabbed Regina's hand, boldly, and pulled her up the stairs, nearly fumbling in her heels. She pushed Regina onto the bed and stepped into the brunette's closet, eyeing the colorless wardrobe.

"God, Regina, do you ever wear any color?" Emma called through the door.

Regina smirked, "I've simply found that black suits me."

Emma rolled her eyes and they settled on one of the only pieces of clothing that was not black. She smirked and pulled the dress off the hanger. "I found one."

Emma walked out and tossed the garment at Regina, who caught it and held it out in front of her with disdain. "Miss Swan, I have never worn this dress before for a reason."

Emma laughed, "And why's that?"

Regina grimaced and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Emma plopped herself on the bed, staring up at the ceiling until she heard the door open and Regina walking out of the bathroom.

Emma's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when she turned her head at Regina. The dress was fire engine red and short, like ridiculously short, shorter than Emma's,it barely covered Regina's ass. And the dress was so tight; there was no mistaking that Regina was all woman. The neckline draped over Regina's arms, leaving her strong shoulders exposed, and stopped just above the crease of Regina's breasts. Emma couldn't tear eyes away from Regina. She laid there, stupidly gaping at her.

Regina scoffed, "Close your mouth you'll catch flies."

Emma rolled her eyes and pulled herself off the bed. Regina turned back toward the bathroom, stopping when Emma said, "Wait, what are you doing?"

Regina leaned against the doorframe. "You don't seriously expect me to wear this!" She gestured to her body and then folded her arms self-consciously over herself. "The reason I don't wear this, is because it's something close to what Miss Lucas would wear."

Emma, noticing the stab at her friend, glared at Regina. However she disregarded it. Emma walked back into Regina's closet and came back out with black heels, that weren't quite as high as Emma's, and a black overcoat. "You're going." Emma said. "And you're going in that."

Regina stared at Emma in shock as Emma wrapped the coat around her form and guided her out the bedroom door and down the stairs. Emma stopped before the door and set Regina's heels down so the woman could step into them.

"I'm not going, Miss Swan!"

"Yes you are. You've been cooped up in this house for the past six months with nothing fun to do. I think you need this." Emma gestured to the heels and Regina reluctantly stepped into them. She was surprised she didn't even match Emma's height in them. Emma opened the door and followed Regina down the walkway.

Upon seeing Emma's, yellow bug parked on the sidewalk, Regina turned and glared at her. "Miss Swan, I am not risking my life in that deathtrap of a car."

Emma folded her arms over her chest, "What do you got against the bug?"

"I wish not to die."

Rolling her eyes, Emma said, "Fine we'll take your car."

Regina walked to her driveway and the two slid into the plush leather seats of Regina's Mercedes. The drive to Granny's was relatively quiet, albeit the silent mutterings of how this was such a bad idea under Regina's breath. The black Mercedes pulled up to the parking lot of Granny's. Emma and Regina groaned when they saw that the small bed and breakfast was turned into what looked like a tiny nightclub.