Emma sipped on her beer, keeping her eyes on her roommates. Really, she probably shouldn't have worried- Ruby was flirting with her flavor of the week, Ariel was making out with Eric in the corner, and Belle was returning from the bathroom to sit down next to Emma and sip her Long Island iced tea.

Emma knew that most people went to bars to try to pick up someone, but if Emma went, it was generally only because her friends were going. Even before she permanently accepted the fact that she was asexual, the idea had just never appealed to her. As it was, going to bars was kind of intellectually interesting- Emma sometimes felt like she was observing some of the habits of a different species.

The only problem with going to bars was that there was always one or more guys who would try to hit on her. To be fair, there really wasn't any reason to assume that she wouldn't welcome the attention. She was a fairly attractive woman wearing clothes that showed off her body, and she clearly wasn't there with a significant other. It's not like she had a sign that said that she was a sex-repulsed asexual and she only wore the clothes she did because she knew she had a great body and liked to show it off, regardless of the fact that she was not interested in being appealing to anyone.

Emma was startled out of her thoughts by the bartender placing another glass of beer in front of her and taking away her empty one. "I didn't order-" she started to say.

"He sent it," interrupted the bartender, tilting his head to the right, and Emma turned to see Killian Jones looking intently at her. When she met his gaze, he smirked.

Emma stifled a groan as she rolled her eyes. Of course he'd be here, and based on his behavior during class, she was probably going to be in for a long bout of him flirting with her. She considered just leaving for a second, but she was kind of enjoying herself, and she really didn't want to walk home.

Emma saw Killian get up and start walking over towards her, so she plastered on an absolutely fake grin as he approached. "Hello, Swan," he said when he sat down next to her. "Fancy seeing you here."

If nothing else, Emma thought, it'll be interesting to see how he flirts.

When Killian walked into the Rabbit Hole, he was a bit surprised to see Swan sitting at the bar- and also a bit surprised at the inexplicable surge of happiness that seeing her caused. What was the deal with that, anyway?

Well, if he was being honest with himself, he kind of knew a bit what the deal was. He actually hadn't been able to get Swan out of his thoughts, which was unusual. Sure, she was hot, but so were a lot of other girls, and he none of them had left an impression on him. Maybe it was the fact that she'd resisted him- he did love a challenge.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was just drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

Regardless, there she was, and as Killian ordered a shot of rum (the good stuff), he contemplated what to do next.

He should definitely get her actual name at some point, but that could wait. Should he just walk over and flirt with her? Should he send her a drink?

Considering how that morning's philosophy class went, the better option might be getting her a drink. When he looked at her, he saw that she was almost done with her beer.

Excellent, he thought, and ordered a beer for her. He watched as she and the bartender exchanged a few words, and when she looked at him, he smirked, which grew a bit wider when he saw her roll her eyes.

As he walked over, a forced-looking smile appeared on her face. "Hello, Swan. Fancy seeing you here," he said as he sat down next to her.

"Yeah, fancy that," she replied in a blisteringly dry tone, and Killian chuckled. God, but she was spirited.

"You're welcome, by the way," he said, gesturing to the new glass of beer. She shot him a withering look and pushed the glass away.

"I buy my own drinks," she replied. "How do I know you didn't put something in it?"

"You should try something new, darling- it's called trust," Killian retorted.

"I trust people that I know," replied Swan. "And- I don't know you."

"Love, that is an easily fixable problem," replied Killian. "I would really enjoy getting to know you."

Swan's smile shifted into something smaller and slightly sad. "Do you mean actually getting to know me, or just have sex with me?"

Killian opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," replied Swan. "A bit of advice, though- if you actually did know me, you'd know that the last thing I want to do is have sex with you."

Killian couldn't help lift his eyebrow at the last sentence, and Swan smirked at him. "Look, why don't you do us both a favor and go hit on someone who might actually have sex with you," she said.

Killian narrowed his eyes at her and replied, "Maybe I will," he retorted. There was a chance it might make her jealous. He was about to get up when he remembered that he still didn't know her name. "One last thing- what is your name?"

"Why do you want to know?" Swan asked. "You already call me swan."

"Yes, but it lacks a kind of intimacy," Killian replied with a grin. "Which is something I'd prefer to have with you."

Swan snorted. "In your dreams, Jones."

Killian didn't reply, just stared at her. After a few seconds, she sighed and said, "Emma Nolan. Now shoo."

"As the lady wishes," said Killian as he partially dipped into a mocking bow before walking away. Internally, Killian was practically whooping- he was a step closer to getting Swan- no, Emma- to have sex with him.