Hitting on dad

Inlovewiththecharmings asked for a oneshot of Emma getting mad when she sees a woman hitting on her dad. I've combined in Julia's request.

Emma stood scowling at the group of women fawning over her dad. Getting called to the Rabbit Hole when things got out of hand was always the worst. Normally, it was other people who were spewing all over the joint. Now it was Emma who felt like she was going to hurl.

They had been called to help deal with a group of middle aged partygoers who had outstayed their welcome. Emma had gotten the ones who were more stable on their feet out and into taxis on their way home. When she came back into the bar, the more unsteady ones were having a great time with her dad. He was being very professional, being firm but not angry about it. He understood that they were very drunk and would be mortified if someone told them about their behaviour in the morning. Emma, on the other hand, would have slapped the bitch. That's why she decided to hang back and let him deal with it solo. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep her temper.

When they were both in the cruiser on their way home, David noticed the negative energy radiating from his daughter.

"What's wrong Em?" He asked her. "Tired? We'll be home soon." Emma shook her head.

"I'm not tired." She grumped. "I'm angry."

"Oh?" David responded. "Why?"

"Those women." Emma hissed through gritted teeth. "They were all over you. You're a married man, and half their age. They should be ashamed of themselves." Emma explained. David smiled warmly at her.

"It's not the first time it's happened, in this world or ours. It won't be the last either. It happened to your mom sometimes too. We're both able to handle ourselves, Em. Don't you worry. They were drunk, there was no point in getting confrontational. The best way to handle the situation was to get them out of there as smoothly as possible." David pointed out. Emma just huffed. She still wanted to hit them.

"At least they have being drunk as an excuse. I've seen people around this town getting pretty bold without a drop of Dutch courage." David added.

"People were hitting on you before?" Emma asked, her blood beginning to boil. David shook his head. "Mom?" He shook his head again.

"Not us, Emma. You." David added. Emma was a little confused. "Oh don't play daft, Emma. I saw you at Granny's the other day. That guy was giving you all his attention and you were pretty pleased about it." Emma felt her cheeks flush, and was just grateful it was dark.

"Was not." She muttered. David made a disagreeing noise.

"I was all ready to say something to him, tell him to pack it in, but your mother held me back. Reminded me you were just as involved and if you weren't distressed we should leave you both be. I still wasn't exactly thrilled, but she was right. Guess we have this in common, huh? Seeing red when we feel someone in our family is being taken advantage of."

"Guess so." Emma agreed. Neither of them were planning on ditching that trait any time soon. As far as they both were concerned, if anyone was being disrespectful to someone in their family, they were disrespecting them too.