Another one!
He's currently ordering another round, when she joins him at the counter, positioning herself on one of the bar stools. Turning his head to look at her, he greets her with a not-yet-slurred " Hey there birthday girl. How's your evening going?". Her lips curl into a pleasant smile when she tells him "Very good. Thank you.", the words said slowly and maybe a bit wobbly. "It's what best friends to right?", he comments, slightly amused by her current state. She nods, agreeing with him before flashing him another smile and biting her lip.
The barkeeper arrives with the shots and Robin hands him his coaster to add the drinks to his growing tab, before he pushes one of the glasses towards her, grabbing the left ones and making his way over to their table. When they sit down, he's unsurprised to see Regina's shot has already been emptied by her. She's been knocking back tequila like water the whole night, sometimes even screwing the lemon and salt, not wincing once.
And now she's drunk, drunk and very happy, but also a bit tired. Her head is resting on Robin's shoulder, the rest of her weight being supported by the arm he has slung around her waist. He's pretty sure she would be lying under their booth now if he didn't, so after downing yet another shot Emma bought he stands from his seat at the table, pulling her up as well before securing his grip to support her a bit more. Telling the group he'll get Regina home, goodbyes are said and they leave the bar, after the fight of getting her into the coat she brought. The cold is hitting their faces, gladly waking Regina and giving her back the ability to walk (almost) on her own again. Slowly, they make their way to hers and Emma's apartment, falling silent for the shortage of the walk.
When they reach the building and she tries to fumble her keys out of her bag, Robin pulls them from his pocket instead, dangling them in front of her eyes before telling her "I thought it might be good to take care of these before you lose them on the streets.", and opening the door. He laughs when she calls him a "Thief!", paired with an adorably appalled look.
Once there inside he sets to remove her coat hanging it on the hook near the door, before placing her bag on the dresser besides them and leading her to the living room. He sits her down and starts taking of her boots, when she sighs contently and tells him "You're pretty, you know?". Chuckling he asks her "What?", so she explains her current set of thoughts. "Emma always says you're hot," she starts, "but I think you're pretty."
Moving to sit beside, he asks "And what is it that's so pretty about me?" already amused. She leans her head on his shoulder and slurs out a "Your eyes. They're really pretty. And I like your dimples. They're cute dimples." He's laughing for real now, his shoulders shaking and chest vibrating, much to her discomfort it seems, when she lets out a soft grunt. Picking her up, Robin carries her to her bedroom and positions her under the heavy covers. She's half asleep now, so with a kiss to her forehead he wishes her a good night and tells her "We'll talk tomorrow about my pretty looks.", before moving back to the living room and getting ready for bed himself.
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