Once I got home, I felt gratified. I did something I have never done before. Quit on the spot. I quit…on the spot…fuck. What am I going to do now? I texted Emma for her to come over after work or I could meet her at her place. I didn't explain the details, just told her I needed to talk to her. She was about to go into work when I left the spa. She would get off at five if my memory served me correctly. It was now half past four.

I spent the entire afternoon applying to jobs until a little after five, when I heard banging on my door. It startled me since no one had ever done such a thing. I rushed to the door, peeping through the hole to find a very angry blonde. When I opened it, she stormed in.

"What. The. Hell?!" she stood, crossing her arms, glaring at me as if I was the worst person in the world. She was angry. Really angry. More than I had ever seen her before.

"In what regards?" I stepped closer to where she was, but she stepped back.

"Cut the bullshit Regina! With work! You slapped Zelena?! That is uncalled for, even for you!"

"I know, but…did she tell you why?" my tone was surprisingly calm for being so taken aback in her furious outrage.

"SHE FIRED ME!" Emma screamed.

"That bitch!" I snapped. "I quit not only for myself, but for you!" Who was I trying to fool…of course I quit because of Emma. I didn't want her to lose her job over a mistake I had made…something I could control. "Why are you mad at me?!"

"Because you knew! You knew all day that I was going to be fired and didn't even bother to tell me!"

"Are you serious right now?! I didn't think you would actually get fired! I figured if I quit, you would be fine!"

"Well, you were wrong…" she was seething at this point, my gut churned as she looked at me with such distaste. "This is wrong…you are…were…the lead therapist. Someone I should look up to. Not be in a relationship with!" her words cut deep. I gaped at her, complete and utter distress entered my body. Even though we just started our relationship, I felt as if I had known Emma my entire life. No…this can't be happening. I felt tears sting my eyes, itching to escape, but I wouldn't let them. I couldn't let her see me cry.

"Don't you dare put this on me! The last time I checked, an affair took two people to be involved, not one!" I rushed into her personal space, nose to nose, a mixture of hurt and anger seeping in our eyes. "I sacrificed my job for you! Knowing when we started this and quitting! How dare you! I defended you, you know! Did that devil tell you that?!"

Surprise overtook her face, softening her vexed expression. "You-you did?"

"Of course I did! Why would that surprise you?" that alone hurt worse than anything. Was I really that awful?

Guilt was now overwhelming her body. "I don't know…I figured you would pick your job over me. I mean…we just started dating."

"Wow…" I huffed, speechless, I walked to my door, hanging my head to make sure I didn't fall or trip over my own two feet. I clutched the doorknob. "That may be true Emma, but I thought we had something." I felt myself begin to choke up inside my throat. "I thought we could be something…but I-," once I got a hold of my tears once more, I glanced at her, knowing the pain in my face said it all. "Clearly I was wrong. And you just reminded me that I'm not worth it. That being more isn't worth the risk…even when it's my job." Her expression softened as she walked towards me, trying to place a consoling hand on my arm, but it felt like fire. I flinched as I opened the door. "I'd like you to-you know what? No…get out."

"Regina plea-" she whispered, but I cut her off. I didn't want to hear it.

"I said get out!" she still stood there, staring at me with pain in her eyes. "Do I need to physically remove you from my presence?" I leaned forward, teeth clenched. "Get. Out." she stared at me somberly for a while longer before she exited my apartment. When I slammed it shut, I fell to the ground, holding my knees to my chest and cried. Cried like I hadn't in years. In the short amount of time that I had known Emma, I felt more pain now than anyone I had previously been with. I just sat on the floor until I couldn't cry anymore.

About a week later, I still hadn't heard anything from Emma or any of the jobs that I had applied to. I certainly wasn't going to reach out to Emma. This wasn't my fault. I did the only thing I could…mope around. I had barley eaten anything all week, I just didn't have the apatite. The only craving I had was alcohol. Strong alcohol. Wine just wasn't cutting it anymore. I walked over to my mini bar, cracked open a bottle of Patron, placed a shot glass on the table and started downing them straight.

Once I was good and drunk, roughly an hour later, I turned on some Today's Hits from my Pandora. I didn't really care, I just needed something to drown out the silence. I called Katherine to get her ass over here. Telling her that we needed a girls night. Katherine was absolutely dumbstruck and told me she had to see this. She was also the only person who knew what was going on. She was so excited when I told her I was finally going out with Emma. She had been my cheerleader for a year, so she was over the moon about it. Well, time for another shot. Normally, it was I who took care of her, but this time…it would need to be the other way around. I was in grey yoga pants and violet v-neck, since they were my lazy clothes. When she knocked on my door, I threw another burning shot down, answering her.

As soon as I opened the door, she stood there grinning like an ape before uttering, "Well, look at you. You're completely shit faced."

"Hey there cowgirl! Whatcha gonna do about it?!" I responded in the most country accent I could think of, making guns with my hands. She, on the other hand, was completely stunned. Laughing her way into the apartment.

"Oh…oh this is good. I'm so glad I'm here for this. I should record this." she set her purse onto the kitchen island, then inspecting the bottle on the glass table. "Oh dear lord, how much have you had?"

I place my index finger on my chin, thinking incredibly hard. "Hmmm…about five-teen shots." Katherine's eyes bulged.

"WHAT?! You've never even done that many with me!"

"Psh, yeah, well, when the sex is ah-mazing and they break up with you, psh…ya drank!" I poured another shot, downing it like water.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Emma broke up with you?"

"Yup."

"But…you quit so she could stay right?"

"Yup." Another shot down the hatchet.

"Regina! I can't believe this! You have to go after her!"

I roared with laughter. "You're hilarious! I didn't do nothin' wrong! Fuck that couch!" I fell over to laugh again. "Pahaha! I'm hilarious! Who would want to have sex with a couch?!"

Katherine suppressed a chuckle. "I'm serious. I've never seen you act this way. Not even with…you know…Ruby."

"Fuck her too! Ain't nobody got time fo dat!" I slurred. The shots were really kicking in now.

"Oh my God. Where is my phone?" she began searching through her purse, fishing our her mobile device, if I had any sense I would have heard the ding that the device made when you hit record. "I need to remind myself of this moment."

"I should get drunk more often! I feel great! Katherine, why have you gotten me drunk before?" Suddenly, an upbeat song came on. I didn't know it, but the lyrics spoke to me.

No ones gonna love you like I do

No ones gonna care like I do

And I can feel it in the way that you breathe

I know you dream of her while you sleep next to me

I can't stop drinking about you

I gotta numb the pain

I can't stop drinking about you

Without you I ain't the same

So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! Ooo-oh

So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! Ooo-oh

"Katherineeee! It's my song!" I stood up and began dancing as if my life depended on it as I proceeded to sing the lyrics. I was loving this beat. "Kat! Dance with me!" I pulled her arm, however, she was dead weight, smirking at me like she never had before.

"Regina, you are so drunk." she laughed as she stood to her feet, joining me in dance, her phone still on me. I looked directly into the camera, sticking out my tongue.

"Fuck dees bitchsss!" I yelled, before grabbing the half empty bottle of Patron, downing a giant shot…straight from the bottle. "I don't need a shot glass! I got dis!" I took another shot.

"Woah there Miss. Drunky McDrunkster! I think you need to slow down." she went to grab the bottle from me, but I quickly snatched my drink away.

"No!"

"Regina, you're going to have a huge hangover tomorrow."

"I don't care!"

"Of course you don't. But you will tomorrow."

"But yur gonna take care of me!" hiccup. Oh no…do I have the drunk ups? "Right?"

Katherine let out a hearty chuckle. "Yes, I sure will. Even if I have to make sure you don't throw up on yourself." she stopped recording me finally. Thank God!

"Because, you my best frandddd!" I launched at her, hugging her tightly. "Mmm, I love you Kathy pie!"

"KATHY PIE?! Oh, I am so not letting you forget you calling me that!"

"Yaaassss! And I'm yur Gina Boo!"

"Pahahaha! Okay!" she shrilled, lightly ending the hug. "Why did I stop filming you? Of course you say all the good shit when I don't have it out."

Another song had come on, another song I didn't know, but I danced anyway. It was a slow song. When I looked at my phone, the song was called 'Bad'. I began moving my hips slowly and sensually, running my fingers through my short locks.

Is it bad that I never made love, no I never did it

But I sure know how to fuck

I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to you

I can't promise that I'll be good to you

Cause I have some issues, I won't commit

No, not having it

But at least I can admit that I'll be bad no to you

Yeah, I'll be good in bed but I'll be bad to you

Bad that I never made love, no I never did it

But I sure know how to fuck

"You know this song?!"

I scoffed. "Noooo! But me gusta!" I gripped Katherine's hip with my free hand and I danced. She started to flush, biting back another laugh. I put the bottle to my lips one last time before Katherine snatched it from me.

"You are cut off!"

"Boo you whore!"

"Di-did you just quote Mean Girls?"

"Sure did! I love that movie!"

"Since when?! Regina Mills…you are something else."

"Clearly I am Regina George and you are Gretchen!"

"Dear lord…" she put the bottle down on the island, then pulled my hand to my room. "You need to lay down."

"Nooo….I was having so much fun!"

"Yes I know, but you need to rest. You've had roughly twenty shots now. You're going to hate life tomorrow."

"I already do." I slurred, falling back on my bed. "I hate this." Oh no…it was coming…I couldn't stop it. Tears began erupting from my eyes. "I miss her so much Kat! This is so fucked up!"

"I know hun, I know. That's why you have to go after her." she placed a tender hand on my forehead, swiping my bangs from my face.

"But, she won't even want me! She just left me! She didn't even fight!" I was balling at this point. "I miss her soo much! I thought we had something."

"Regina, listen to me. You have to go to her. She is as stubborn as you are. Trust me, I've talked to her more than you have over the past year." I glared at her, eyes rolling down my hot cheeks, trying to comprehend everything she was saying. "You two are so alike it isn't even funny. Tomorrow, or hell, Sunday, go to her apartment. Talk things out. There is something there between you two." all I could do at this point was nod. However, as soon as I did that, I felt the vile fly up my digestive system. I felt myself turn colors. "Shit!" Katherine ran into my bathroom, grabbing my trash can as I began puking up all the alcohol I had consumed.

The following day, just as Katherine had reminded me, I had a terrible hangover. There was drool down my mouth, an empty trash can by my bed, and a sleeping blonde next to me. I stilled, thinking it was Emma for a moment, but quickly realized who it was by her body. Katherine had more curves than Emma. I groaned as I tried to turn over. My entire body feeling like led. I lay on my back for a few minutes longer, trying to remember what happened the night before. All I could remember was dancing, drinking, and vomiting. I vaguely remember Katherine taking care of me and giving me some form of advice.

"How are you feeling?" Kat asked me, which sounded like a siren.

"Why are you shouting?" I groaned, placing a hand over my pulsing head.

"I'm not." she chuckled. "But that answers my question."

"What exactly happened last night? I vaguely remember."

Katherine turned, propping herself up onto her elbow. "Well, you did a lot of shots, vomited a lot, cursed Emma and then cursed Ruby, and then you cried. Not in that order." she searched for her phone under her pillow, unlocking it. "This is how you were." she turned the volume down as I watched myself spiral out of control.

"Oh my God." I was a hot mess. I can't believe I said those things and danced like that. My hand fell over my eyes. "I can't believe that was me."

"I am so glad I got to witness this side of you. It was hilarious."

"I hate you." I huffed.

"No, you love me. Don't you remember? I'm your Kathy pie, and you're my Gina boo."

My eyes shot open, baring my eyes into hers. She cackled in return. "Please tell me I didn't say that."

"You sure did!" I whined as I swatted at her. "Why don't you go shower, and I'll make you something. Are you hungry? Or do you want some coffee?"

"Coffee sounds good. I'm starving actually, but I don't think I can stomach anything right now."

"Tell you what, I'll make some toast and eggs just to see. I'm going to make you a virgin bloody Mary for your headache." she voiced as she rolled out of bed; just as she was about to exit the room, I called out to her as I slowly sat up.

"Katherine?" she stopped in the doorway, turning around.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you…for everything."

She beamed at me. "You're welcome Regina. You know I'll always be here for you." I offered a smile in return. As she turned back to the living room, I slowly got up to take my shower.

Later that day, around three in the afternoon, when I was completely sober, I got on the subway to head to Emma's apartment. Katherine had reminded me of what she had advised to me the previous night. She had a point. Emma was stubborn…but so was I. I also remember her telling me that after her first love, she wasn't going to fight for anyone who didn't want her. But…I did. She probably didn't know that, though. I thought of texting her to let her know I wanted to talk, but I decided against it.

When I arrived at Emma's apartment, I knocked on her door. No answer. "Emma? It's Regina." I offered tenderly. "I need to talk to you." I knocked again. Again, there was no answer. Is she seriously ignoring me? "Emma please open the door." I waited a few more moments before I was about to pound on her door, but then I heard footsteps. When the door opened, I could not believe what I saw. My eyebrows skyrocketed, anger flooded my veins, my heart drummed hard against my chest.

"What the hell? Regina? What are you doing here?"

"ME?! What are YOU doing here?!" I seethed. I couldn't believe it. "What the fuck are you doing here, Ruby?!"