Emma wearily pulled up to Granny's. She looked at the entrance for a moment, then leaned her head against the steering wheel. Most of the time, she didn't mind Hook. He could be fun, if over-friendly at times. He was a pretty nice guy, once you got past all his awkward. And sometimes, he was really funny…Henry wasn't allowed to be present for those moments, but she, Neal, and Hook had shared a lot of laughs over Hook's swashbuckling days.

But then nights like tonight and earlier-tonight happened, and she was vividly reminded of everything wrong with him: he was overemotional; obnoxious; extremely childish, even though his PG-13 humor came uncomfortably close to an R-rating. He insisted that she was his true love, even though he made his feelings about Jennifer Lopez very clear. And, perhaps worst of all, Hook had no sense whatsoever of boundaries. He didn't seem understand that there were certain things that you avoided talking about in a relationship as confused and undefined as theirs. For example, he was completely bewildered when she nearly choked after he told her he loved her the first time (it was during a coffee break). And then there was the time he'd casually said, "I'd die fighting for you. By the way, is this anyone's bagel?"

Emma reluctantly got out of the car and started up the steps. She took a deep breath, bracing herself, before turning the handle and walking in.

"Hey, Ruby," she said, looking toward the bar. There was Hook, slumped over the counter, tracing the rim of his empty shot glass with his finger. Ruby sleepily lifted her head at the sound of her voice. She nudged Hook, who looked around, saw Emma, and put his head back down, glaring at the counter.

"Hey, Hook," Emma said, cautiously pulling out the stool next to him. She put a hesitant hand on his shoulder. "You okay?"

"No. No, I'm not, actually," he said, unnervingly calm as he straightened and turned to face her. "You hate me," he said simply.

Emma looked at him with exasperation and pity. "Hook," she began, shaking her head, "I don't—"

"You hate me," he repeated, louder. Emma glanced at his shot glass, and looked at Ruby.

"How many has he had?"

"How many has he had, or how many does he think he had?"

Emma looked back at Hook, who was now frowning at the emptiness of his glass, turning it upside down and shaking it. "Never mind."

"This is his bill," Ruby yawned, pushing a slip of paper toward Emma. "See if you can get him to pay it."

Emma tried to catch his eye. "Hook?"

He frowned, shrugging away her hand. Emma narrowed her eyes.

"Hook," she said more sternly. "Can you pay your bill, or do you need me to get this one?"

He exhaled impatiently. "I don't need you to do anything for me, Emma." He directed his attention at Ruby. "I don't have any money on me at the moment, but I can bring it by tomorrow. Is that all right?"

Ruby sighed. "Fine." She gave him a piece of paper and a pen. "Write me an I.O.U."

Hook obediently scribbled the words onto the paper, signing Killian Jones with a flourish. "And here," he said, scrawling a 3 next to his name, "is my number."

Ruby looked at Emma in confusion, who just shook her head. "He's trying to make me jealous," she explained.

"Jealous?" Hook slurred, swaying on his stool. "Don't be rilicudous…"

"Ridiculous."

"That's what I said," he scoffed.

"Okay," Emma said, getting up. "Let's get you to bed."

"Bed?" he repeated blearily, as she tugged him impatiently of the stool. "You haven't even bought me dinner…"

Emma closed her eyes with the effort of keeping her temper. "What's his room number?" she asked Ruby, struggling to hold Hook in a standing position. Ruby shrugged.

"How should I know?"

Emma looked at her incredulously. "It's your inn!"

"Uh, no, it's Granny's."

"Can't you check the book or something?"

Ruby rolled her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, as if Emma had just asked her for an impossibly big favor. "Oh, my God, fine…"