Regina

It took Regina a moment to get over her shock of the nerve of Emma, demanding she not drink any drinks. Who did she think she was? Deep down Regina wondered if it was because the man, who ever the man was, had offered the drink to Regina. She wouldn't have accepted anyhow. Regina didn't want a drink. Drinking had become an substitute for Emma, in Storybrooke. It helped ease her pain, but now that Emma was back, she didn't need it anymore. She no longer had a taste for it. Her whole focus was winning Emma back. Even...this angrier version of Emma.

Regina sat there for 2 hours. Since she couldn't drink, nor do anything else, she decided to leave. Emma was working, maybe she was being more of an distraction for Emma. Regina heard a couple of people say that the blonde haired bartender sucked at bar-tending and needed to be fired. Yet, the drinks she served were the best and they couldn't get enough of them. The drinks weren't bad. According to everyone else Regina had been ease-dropping on, they were good. Really really good.

They were making people very happy. People were screaming, running around, dancing on top of tables, taking their clothes off. It was like 100 Leroy's all over the place at once.

Regina stood from her seat and turned to look at Emma once more. She looked angry and argued with the other bartender woman next to her. Whom ever she was, it was clear she and Emma hated each other. Regina sighed and took her leave. She would go visit Emma tomorrow and try to talk to her then.

Emma

Emma noticed Regina was leaving when she was almost to the door. A part of her was sad she was leaving. She had only been siting there quietly. Another part was happy she was leaving. She was glancing every five minutes trying to make sure that Regina wasn't consuming Molly. She was also happy that she was leaving because that meant she didn't have to see Regina's face for the rest of the night. Which, was a good and bad thing in its own.

Emma was just so conflicted. She was pissed. Angry. Sad. Annoyed all at once. She wanted hurl Courtney into the wall, then bang her head repeatedly on the bar, then shove all the molly down her throat. That's what she wanted to do.

Emma was glad when Tommy Sr. and Fred Walked up. She had been at this bar for ever it seemed.

"Girls, the drinks tonight was a success. We have completely used up the entire inventory" Fred announces happily. "Usually, it takes me a week to get through all of it"

"What do you mean we?" Emma ask. "We have been doing all the work? Where have the two of you been. And I mean, look at these people. They are going crazy. No one in this place should be able to drive home tonight" Emma argued.

"Relax Emma. Everything will be okay. These people will be fine" Tommy Sr. explained.

Emma rolled her eyes.

"I want 100 bags of that stuff. It is amazing" Fred states.

"It's Molly, it's not amazing, it's-"

"Emma, shhhh" Courtney nudges her. "Emma's such a kidder. 100 bags, that's about...25 pounds. Which is about $100,000" Courtney explains. "Each gram of this stuff is about 80 bucks" She adds.

"That's all?" He asks with a laugh. "I'll take it. I'll put it directly into the bottles"

"You can't do that. There's a proper dosage-" Emma starts but Tommy Sr. interrupts.

"Of course he can silly Emma" He explains with a smile. "Luckily for you, we have 25 pounds laying around tonight" He states.

"Luckily for you, I have 100,000 dollars laying around tonight. Come with me" He states as he walks off.

"Um, Emma, you suck at this whole saleing thing. Why don't you do home?" Tommy states. "Have a good night and thanks for all your help" Tommy gives her a quick hug.

Emma doesn't care. She wants to leave. She has a bad feeling about this, and don't want to be apart of it.

The next day. Regina.

Regina sat in the mini Living room in her suite and turned on the news. She wasn't really looking for anything, Just scanning. Waiting for an appropriate time to visit Emma. It was about 10 am. Something that flashed across the screen caught her attention. She recognized the scenery. It was the club she was at last night. She quickly turned up the volume.

"Last night at Club Fred, about 12:45pm a 20 year old man climbed on top of this building and jumped off. Witnesses stated that they heard him yelling that he can fly. He jumped off the roof and landed right on top of the pavement. Unfortunately, he did not make it. Nor did he fly. Club Fred is now under investigation and owner and founder Fred Tesabalous is facing criminal charges because a drug test proved that the young man had a large quantity of MDMA in his system. Apparently, MDMA was served in drinks last night, and everyone who was at the club last night is advised to take a drug test, and visit your local hospital or clinic...

Suddenly, things started making sense. Why Emma was so set against her drinking any drinks from the bar. "It's bad for you" She remembered hearing Emma say. She thought Emma was telling her that drinking was bad. But she meant the drinks were bad. And now, police would be looking for whoever served those drinks. They would be looking for Emma.

"Shit Emma, what have you gotten yourself into?" Regina asked as she picked up her keys to the rent a car and headed for the door.

Author's notes:

Oh oh, what's about to happen?!

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