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This is stupid.

No, not stupid, more like pathetic.

She should've stayed at home, hogging the covers and reading a book, instead of watching her friend Emma collecting various phone numbers like coins on the street. It's not that she's jealous. No, there actually have been a few guys already trying to get her attention, but Regina just waved them off as soon as they came near her. Something about them just seemed wrong; the wrong smile, the wrong eye color, the wrong accent.

That's how she ended up in one of the booths, absently stirring her drink and pathetically analyzing her friend's actions. Finishing the last of her whiskey, she stands up to finally leave this goddamn place, when Emma heads her way, eyes already demanding she sits down again.

"Already done for the night, Your Majesty?"

Regina rolls her eyes at the blonde's question, but slides into the booth again, knowing she won't be leaving for a bit.

Emma goes to sit across from her and scans her with questioning eyes, before opening her mouth and asking, "What is it with you today? You're usually the one destroying this place."

The brunette does crook a small smile at that, but stays silent, so Emma goes on, "Actually, I'm pretty sure I know what this is about. I've already seen pretty hot guys trying to talk to you and at least half of them weren't douchebags, but you still ignored them every time. Now tell me, why is that?"

Regina shrugs her shoulders "I just wasn't interested I guess…" and earns a sigh from the other woman. "Regina, you just weren't interested, because they weren't some certain British friend of yours", she declares, making Regina's eyes double in size immediately.

When she opens her mouth to clearly defend herself, she's cut off by the blonde "Oh come on, admit it! You like Robin!"

"It doesn't matter, because he just sees me as a friend anyways" , Regina reasons in a small voice.

This time it's Emma rolling her eyes, before trying to point out to the brunette how she wouldn't be able to know that, when they never talked about it, but the woman remains tough.

"It's fine Emma, I'll just have to get over it."

She moves to get up again, but Emma grabs her hand and tells her "You know if you want to get over it, there's no better way than doing so with some tequila shots!"

§§§

When she wakes Regina Mills only knows two things. First, she probably has the worst headache of the century and second, she doesn't remember anything of what's happened last night, which is never a good sign. She opens her eyes, silently thanking her drunken self for at least drawing the blinds shut, before straight heading for the bed in her whole attire.

Her bed is a mess. There's make-up on the pillows, her hair mated with her jewelry and something that seems like a heel is digging into her thigh. There's a slight drought in her throat and her mouth resembles an old cotton ball, so she moves to get out of bed. Drawing the covers back, she steadies herself on the nightstand and stands up on tired legs.

Regina heads for the bathroom, where she takes some painkillers, removes her make-up and clothes (finally she's out of her bra) and brushes her teeth, before searching the drawer in her bedroom for some yoga pants and a hoodie. Her hair gets arranged in a messy bun and God if anybody could see her like this, she'd be mortified.

When she exits her room, she's met with a sleeping Emma on her couch (she always sleeps over at her place when they've been at their favorite bar again). The blonde doesn't look much better than Regina, but she did remember to change into different clothes last night an admirable task in last night's state.

Stepping into her kitchen, Regina again needs to praise herself for purchasing one of those timed coffee makers, when she just has to take a cup and fill it with the hot liquid without any waiting. Before heading back to the living room and falling onto the couch, she fills another cup for the woman currently snoring away on it.

The blonde rises at the smell of fresh coffee, gladly accepting the cup Regina offers her. They sit in silence for a moment, both sipping on the bitter liquid, when Regina asks, "So, do you remember anything that happened last night?"

Emma's answer is a simple shake of her head, followed by an embarrassed "…no" and they fall back into silence again.

They take showers and get dressed sometime later, before heading out of Regina's apartment to meet their friends, because of course they had agreed to go brunch today.

§§§

When they arrive only Robin seems to be there yet, sitting on a bench and waiting for the others. He doesn't see them and is taking out his phone when they head his way and let him know of their presence. The man looks up and flashes them a big smile. "There you are! The others are already inside. I just was about to text you", he gestures to his phone, pausing before he continues "but I see I have a text from you."

The brunette draws her eyebrows together in confusion, since she didn't text him today. "You do?"

Robin nods, showing her the notification, before opening the text. He freezes for a moment and his voice is soft and mere above a whisper, when he tells her "It says you are over me…When- when were you under me?"

Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out as she remembers part from last night for the first time today.

§§§

Emma clears her throat and informs them she's heading inside, before leaving the two alone.

Regina is the first to speak after that. "Robin…I…" she fails to find the right words, so she takes a deep breath and tries again, "You weren't meant to see that. I wasn't meant to send that… Emma even warned me…"

The man swallows a few times, his eyes focusing on the ground rather than her. He looks hurt Regina thinks. Why would he look hurt? She speaks again, her arms wrapping around herself for some way of protection as she tells him "I'm sorry…I shouldn't have sent that…"

Finally Robin sets his eyes on hers again. "Why didn't you tell me?" and if Regina wasn't sure before she can tell by his voice that he's hurt. She stays silent, only nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"We are best friends, Regina! I thought that meant something to you…"

She's crying now and almost sobs when she demands "It does!" But Robin just shakes his head, his own tears escaping as he stands up and continues, "Best friends trust each other. I would tell you anything. And I want you to tell me anything, because I want to be there for you. And you don't even trust me enough to tell me you had feelings for me?!"

"Have", Regina corrects him, efficiently stopping his outburst. He takes a step towards her and swallows audibly, before his eyes lock on hers and almost hopefully asks her, "What?"

Her answer is stuttered, but it makes him smile nonetheless, when she tells him "Have. I…I have fe-feelings for you."

Robin cradles her face in his hand then and confesses "You know, it would've just been way easier if you'd texted me the truth last night, cause I could've told you way sooner that I feel the same way."

And when she asks him if he's sure about that, he doesn't hesitate to show her with a long overdue kiss.

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