Hook & Emma are slouched over the bar at The Rabbit Hole. Emma is clearly quite intoxicated, but the pirate barely seems phased by the amount of alcohol they have been powering through together.

Emma stands up off he bar stool, stumbling to her feet. She sways with one hand on the air, calling the bar tender over.

"I don't think so, Swan," Hooks butts in, dragging her arm back down by her side. "I think you've had enough, love."

"Aw, come on Killian," she objects, "our date has only just begun!"

"We've been here quite long enough," Hook insists, getting protective of Emma's vulnerability. "Lets get you home."

"oh, don't be such a spoil sport!" she playfully argues, pulling herself away from Killian.

"Swan, I'm serious," Hook resorts to asserting his authority. "Your mother is going to kill me enough as it is."

Grunting a little, Emma begrudgingly stumbles out of the bar, propped up by the sturdy pirate.

…

After a long struggle, the pair had finally arrived at the Charming's house.

"shh! Don't wake them!" she hollered at Hook, somehow convincing her drunken self that she was whispering. "I've got my keys here."

She started patting down her pockets, swaying side to side, and giggling more and more, as she began to realise that she doesn't have her keys.

"I took them off you earlier, Swan, remember?" Seeing the blank look on her face, Hook rolls his eyes and pulls out her set of keys from his leather jacket. "Right after you ordered yourself a double rum, along with mine," he prompted her. "Bloody good idea that was," he mumbled to himself, disapprovingly.

Emma laughs even louder, doubling over with amusement, swiftly followed by loosing her footing, as she struggles to stand tall again. Luckily for her, the pirate's got pretty good reflexes and manages to stop her from falling flat on her face.

Gripping his date tight around the waist, he shamefully greets Snow White, who is now holding the front door open.

"Evening, love," the remorse written on his face. "We did have a key, I've got it right here."

Ignoring the pirate, Snow turns straight to her daughter, "Emma, have you been drinking?" she asks, disapprovingly.

"no!" Emma sniggers, very unconvincingly.

"Emma, it's written all over your face – and you can barely stand!" Snow points out, her motherly side torn between anger at Hook and wanting to protect her daughter.

"you do look terrible, Swan," Killian admittedly points out.

Emma swings around to face him, un-phased by her wobbling feet. "But, you were drinking with me – weren't you?"

"yeah, but I'm a pirate love," he points out, "my rum tolerance is a lot higher than yours."

He smiles a little as he is sure to keep his tight grip on his date, and turns back around to see Snow White's disapproving face.

"we trusted you to look after her, Hook," Snow begins to lecture him.

"I tried!"

"Try harder next time," comes the booming voice of Prince Charming, as he walks up behind his wife. "Emma, get inside."

Hearing the severity in her fathers tone of voice, Emma stumbles in the front door, giggling, as she falls back into Hook's arms a little. He helps to push her back upright, only to be pushed out of the way by Snow White.

"Leave her," she instructs him.

"but-"

"I said, leave her," Snow insists.

Hook shakes his head and exhales in frustration. "Goodnight Swan," he mutters to himself, as the door is slammed in his face.