First night out

Genie asked for a oneshot of teen Emma and Alex go out drinking and have a contest to see who can get the most free drinks, not realising their parents have followed them on their first night out. I'm setting this in a universe with no curse, they're just in Storybrooke.

Since I saw it for the first time whilst I was on holiday, this is based loosely on Cayote Ugly :).

Sure, both girls had been to parties before, but this was different. This was legal. Alex and Emma had been best friends since they were babies. They done everything together. Now that they were venturing into adulthood, that hadn't changed. Emma was a month older than Alex, what with being a premature baby. Even still, she had waited for Alex to turn twenty one as well before they went to the bar together for the first time. Alex happened to turn twenty one over the break for Thanksgiving. So, rather than exploring the many student dives that surrounded Boston University where they both attended, they had to make do with the Rabbit Hole back home in Storybrooke. There were other students home for the summer, so it wasn't a complete snooze fest. Especially not when Emma and Alex arrived. No, they were determined to make the most of this. They wanted to remember this. Well, actually, they wanted to be able to remember as little of it as possible, but that was what they wanted to remember from their first night at the bar. So, just like they had as high schoolers, they each told their parents they were going to the other's house for the night. However, their parents weren't stupid. They knew the girls were older now. They didn't want to know all the details of what happened when they stayed on campus. After all, there was nothing they could do about it there, but here, here they could make sure the girls were at least being sensible. It didn't take long for the parents to trace where the girls were heading for the night, they were all feeling rather sick whilst thinking about what they might find…

"That's the third drink Zack Taylor's bought you in the last two hours." Emma shouted to her friend over the loud music. Alex giggled back, downing the Jägerbomb and waving over at Zack.

"I haven't seen you complain about all the drinks Robbie Priest has got you." Alex responded, her voice beginning to become slurred. She grinned, a plan formulating. "What do you say we make things a little more interesting?" She offered. Emma smiled back.

"How?" She asked.

"Let's see who can get the most free drinks." Alex responded. Emma grinned back.

"You're on." She loved a challenge.

It didn't take long for both girls to completely lose their inhibitions. As the drinks poured in, their dignity appeared to leak out somewhat. A few drinks in, and they were both up on the bar, dancing like they didn't have a care in the world. Well, they didn't. They were both just pleasantly surprised they were still able to stand, let alone dance. But then, Emma saw a very sobering sight. All four of their parents were standing by the door, and they did not look amused. Emma gulped as she caught her mother's eye. Even from such a great distance, Emma understood what her mother was saying with her look. Either Emma and Alex got down and came over there, or their parents were coming to them. Emma stopped dancing and nudged Alex.

"What?" Alex asked. "I've been keeping count. Don't quit just because you're losing!" Alex told her. Emma shook her head. She pointed in the direction of their parents. Alex had a similar experience to Emma. She too found herself feeling remarkably more sober. "Shit." Alex said.

"Come on." Emma shouted in her ear. "Before this gets any more humiliating." Alex and Emma jumped down from the bar, much to the disappointment of the group of men that had surrounded them. Emma and Alex quickly fought their way through the crowds to the door. They suddenly felt like they were sixteen years old again. Each of their dads shrugged off their jackets and handed them to their daughters.

"I think it's time to call it a night, don't you?" Mary Margaret asked, disappointed.

"We were just having a little fun." Emma defended herself. "It's not like you and dad didn't when you were students."

"Funnily enough, I never found myself dancing on a bar." Her mother responded.

"Don't downplay this, Emma, you know this got out of hand." David added. "This isn't the way to conduct yourself. You deserve respect. You might be an adult, but while you're staying with us I expect you to act more responsibly. Do you hear me?"

"Yes." Emma grumbled.

"Good." Her parents both responded together. Emma and Alex each shared equally disgruntled looks. So much for their night not to remember.