A/N: You know, I thought that making chapters shorter would mean I could make more. But no, that is not how my world works. I think I'll just do what I can, and be consistent. Anyways...

Regina's POV

As Emma crashed into the stand, Regina turned the corner and nearly fell over as well. The only thing that saved her from such a fate was the sharp cry of someone nearby, which gave her just enough warning to stop.

Regina took in several deep breaths she took in the scene before her. She really needed to start up running. Emma laid on top of a now-broken table, gasping and out of breath. On the ground next to her, and nearly underneath her, was a young man. He had dark hair and tanned skin, which was covered in scratches from the fall. He looked dazed as he began to sit up, wincing slightly. Both him and Emma were coated in crushed fruits from head to toe.

"What the hell, lady!" The young man growled as he pushed Emma off of his legs. "Look where you're going!" He yelled at her, glaring at the woman next to him.

Emma looked right back at him dangerously, "Who the fuck puts a stand right next to a corner?" She moved to a crouch, her attention solely on the young man.Regina got the feeling she was ready to pounce on the young man. That would not do any good.

"Emma!" Regina interrupted, catching the attention of both people on the ground. She moved closer, stepping over stray fruit, and whisper-yelled, "You cannot just run off like that."

Emma's mouth curled into a quiet snarl at Regina's words, "You can't just ask questions like that!" Then she jabbed a finger at her, "Remember what happened last time?"

Regina did not respond. Of course she had remembered, but it is not like there was a manual on what would set off the Curse, or if it would even work the same in this realm. Regina turned her head to the young man, ignoring Emma, "You'll have to forgive my friend. She's not completely herself at the moment."

He glared at Emma another moment before standing up unsteadily, "Had one drink too many, eh?" After examining his clothes, he looked around, taking in the full extent of the damage. Once done with that, he said bitterly, "I'll need money to cover the damage." He turned his gaze to Regina expectantly.

Damn, she had not even begun to figure out how to replicate the money with magic here. Hopefully the others had found some money. "How much?" She asked stiffly.

He sniffed haughtily, sticking hands into his pockets, "Well, fruit ain't the easiest to keep fresh, ya know? Makes it mighty expensive… at least for how much your friend here destroyed," He nodded his head toward Emma, who finally stood up as well.

"Maybe, if you didn't keep this stand so damn close to the corner, we wouldn't have a problem." Emma spat at him. Anger flashed in Regina's heart at Emma's idiocy (was it her idiocy? How much was the curse influencing her here? Either way, Emma's words were not helping). But, even though she was irritated,mas the man stepped toward Emma threateningly Regina put herself between the two.

"How much?" She repeated evenly. The man scoffed, but started to answer, "I'd say 'bout—"

He was cut off by a woman's voice, "Randy, what's goin' on? Why's the fruit all over the floor?" Her voice was low and deceptively calm.

The young man, Randy, flinched, "Ma, it's not my fault." Then he turned around to face the woman.

Cautiously, Regina looked behind Randy and saw the woman. She looked to be in her late 40s, with black hair and colorful clothing that complemented her tanned skin. Their relationship was obvious.

"Then whose issit?" She asked, almost growling while crossing her arms.