Please leave feedback and I hope you enjoy! I'm not really sure where I want my endgame to be with this one, so if you request something, I can probably do that too. This will probably jump between POV's. I will also mix and match couples a little bit, so if you want certain pairings to appear, let me know!

Regina

Mr. Gold is a bitch. He is a stone-cold traitor. He had the audacity to toy with me. He made me cast his curse, and yet I still suffer. He promised me power over Snow White, but not like this.

She was supposed to be a submissive, quiet schoolteacher, and here she is, dressed in all red bouncing around the diner in skimpy shorts nursing a hangover. He mixed up everyone's cursed persona's on purpose and he can rot in Hell for all I care.

I apparently run the Rabbit Hole, because instead of finding myself in a beautiful house in charge of the small town of Storybrooke, I awoke in a small bed in an even smaller apartment, where 'Riley' works for me. Except it isn't supposed to be Riley, she's supposed to be the red waitress at the diner, Ruby.

Instead of being named Mary Margaret by the curse, she's Melanie. I can only thank the gods for not making my curse name Frankie or something.

I'm also not sure why I'm named Roni, but again, I'm incredibly thankful for my luck. It isn't just us in our certain predicament-except nobody knows they're playing the wrong pawns-either. Prince Charming isn't in a coma. He's teaching a class of ten-year olds at Storybrooke elementary. Belle is Lacey, the neighborhood therapist, Leroy is our not-so-trusty sheriff, Archie is the arrogant doctor flaunting his fake medical license, Granny is biding her time in the psychiatric ward, that snivelling princess with the twins is currently asleep for twenty eight years, My huntsman is a drunk maintenance worker or something, Frankenstein was in charge of the pawnshop, and lo and behold, Gold is the mayor. I'm sure there are many other people in different roles, but none were important.

I've tried to complain to him numerous times about his mix-up, but he tries to convince me I'm the crazy one. He's crazy if he thinks he can get away with this, and I try to remind him everyday he makes his way inside for a glass or two of scotch and to flirt with Lacey. For being a therapist, I wouldn't expect her to be a regular to the roughest and only bar in town, but she is.

Small snippets of their originally designated personalities shown through in bits, and it was always fun to watch everyone struggle. Even if 'everyone' included me.

I didn't mind being a bartender, as long as I wasn't stuck in that basement. I'd say 'poor Granny', but she of what she deserved.

Today was a Tuesday, so I had most of my morning free. Because my apartment didn't have a washing machine, I took a garbage bag of dirty clothes to wash at the inn. Sidney always let me use it. I'll have Gold's head for this.

Instead of the diner being called 'Granny's,' the curse renamed it 'The Looking Glass Diner and Inn.' I also wanted to talk to the people naming some of these places.

I dragged my bag through the bag screen door and dug around for the cheap, mediocre-smelling detergent. After I got my clothes in the machines, I fixed my hair in a grimey mirror before heading into the diner for breakfast. My looks were different, but I really liked them.

My hair was curled just above my shoulders, my lips were covered in my crimson lipstick, tattoos covered my shoulder, wrist, and I'm sure other parts of my body, and I was wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, a necklace with no pendent or diamond, jeans with rips in the knees, and black sneakers. Not my first choice, but it looked good.

Once I walked into the diner, I was immediately greeted by 'Ruby' and her revealing red outfit. She followed me to the seat I took everyday, and already wrote down my usual order of black coffee after a night of straight vodka.

A few people were already in the diner reading the papers with a poorly written story on the front page, covering anything they could find within the town. This week was a car crash and a woman found on the side of the road, labelled as a Jane Doe and currently in a coma in the hospital.

I could hear Sidney ordering Ruby around in the kitchen and her talking back. A small child and his mother were sitting in a booth in the back sharing pancakes, and never had I felt so invisible.

After Ruby brought my food and coffee, she hopped back around the counter and placed a batch of pastries into the food case.

I caught her staring at me through the glass and I didn't break her gaze until she looked away and hurried into the kitchen once more.

After eating, I had two hours to get back to the bar, so I went back to put my soaking wet clothes into the dryer.

I waited around in the diner for a half hour at a stool against the counter, holding another mug of coffee close to my chest.

After that was all done, I packed them back into my bag and left. It was chillier than when I left the house. I brushed past James carrying grocery bags and waved to Lacey walking her Australian Shepherd, Pevensie. On the surface, this town was beautiful, homey, and welcoming. I knew from experience, it never has been, and it can only go downhill from here.

I burst through my bedroom door and flung my garbage bag onto the bed before grabbing my keys and my wallet before rushing back out the door.

Riley was just unlocking the doors when I arrived, breathless, but still on time. If she knew I was there, she didn't pay any attention to me. She quickly wiped down the counters before customers trudged inside and ordered. I pushed through my numbing headache and slid bottles of beer across the counter to waiting men on the other side.

I overheard conversations and even had weary conversations with customers about divorces, tough jobs, or whatever the hell they talk about; I never really listen closely, except when they flirt. That's when I take their keys.

Riley was making food today. We always switch every other day, but my cooking isn't nearly as good as hers and she never likes talking to the customers anyways. She balanced plates of mozzarella sticks and deep-fried pickles on her slender arms, as I filled shot glasses and drowned out the voices talking over the heavy metal music in the background. Even if this was to be my life for the next twenty eight years, it seemed like a home in this foreign world without magic coursing under my skin.

As the day wore into night, the bar was packed with people. A group of people were occupying the pool table, Melanie was at the karaoke machine with crowds of men drooling over her body barely covered by a dark red dress sitting just above her knees, and James was at the counter tentatively conversing with a few friends about whatever a shy teacher talks about with his friends. My headache grew stronger with each shot I downed from behind the bar when I was sure no one was looking.

I felt myself heaving my body around everywhere by the time 3 A.M. rolled around. Riley shyly directed the hordes of drunk, horny people out the door for me, while I locked the back door. I staggered my way to the door, to be led out by Riley.

"Do you need help getting home," she asked.

"I'm…fine," I mumbled before I lost my footing once more and fell to the ground on my knees. She yanked me back up and walked me to my apartment two blocks over.

"Want to come up with me," I slurred. She flinched away from my breath and helped me up the stairs.

"That's not a very good idea. I'll see you tomorrow. Please try not to drink on the job again?" She unfastened her arm from around me and walked back to wherever the hell she lived.

I barely made my way up the stairs without falling flat on my face. I struggled to get my keys in the lock, and when the door finally gave way to my struggling, I closed the door and fell flat onto my futon. I groaned before forcing myself up and to my room, where I passed out fully clothed, barely able to keep my nausea at bay. This was my life now. I should really stop drinking while working.

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I admit, it got a little lonely after the first couple of days, but I never paid attention to it. It was just a small noise in the background of more important things on my mind. My life conformed to a routine, as I'm sure everyone's has. Sundays were never special, but I always got groceries on Sundays. Mondays were when Melanie threw herself at me unrelentlessly, but I usually didn't indulge. Usually. Tuesdays were when I got stupidly intoxicated and flirted with anyone who crossed paths with me, and it usually worked. Wednesdays were nothing, Thursdays were when I cleaned the apartment, Fridays were when I spent all day at the bar cleaning and sulking at my loneliness, and Saturdays were laundry days. That was it. Sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less, but my days followed that pattern.

I'm not sure what day it is now, but I never really pay attention to it, time passes so quickly. I was in The Looking Glass once more. I think it's 11:00, but again, I don't pay attention to that very well. Melanie was sitting beside me on her evening off and I think it's Monday.

"Another round," Melanie asked. I barely heard her over the constant buzzing in my head.

"Roni?" I snapped my head towards her and sighed.

"Fine," I grumbled. She nodded and reached behind the counter to grab the bottle of scotch I've been drinking. I couldn't help but glimpse at her climbing over the counter, ass almost hanging in the air. I swallowed a growl rising in my throat as she sat back down. She knew exactly what she was doing. Damn it, Rumplestiltskin.

I returned home that night with Melanie's crop top snagged in my hands with her lips seizing my neck. We collapsed onto the futon with her grinding her hips against my waist on top of me. Why did I ever trust that disgusting demon of a man.