It's been a few days since she's been on the rooftop with the rest, and after today's events she just needed somewhere to sit and think. With her parents living together now in Snow's apartment, the rooftop was her only choice to having a quiet moment without anyone finding her.
Except when she reached the top, she noticed that there were already some beer cans scattered on the ground. A body was sprawled a few paces in front of her. At first she thought that the person was asleep, but he moved at the sound of her footprints and raised his hook to her. When he noticed it was only Emma, he mumbled something and slowly started to sit up.
Emma did not feel like sharing the rooftop, so she started heading back to the stairs. However, Hook calls out to her and clinks some beer cans around.
"Stay, there are plenty of drinks more, especially for the Savior."
"Are you sure I'm not interrupting something?" Emma asks Hook as she scans the roof. It seems that Hook was drinking by himself. No Dr. Whale or Regina in sight.
"As you can see," Hook tells her with a wave of his Hook, "it's only I that is blessed with your presence."
Emma sits far-off from Hook, but Hook scoots closer to her and hands her a bottle.
"I haven't seen you up here for awhile. What brought you up?" He asks her curiously.
"Hiding from Henry." She sighs and continues to explain when Hook eyes her, "He wants me to have dinner with him and Reg- the Mayor."
"Ahh the happy family reunion." Hook says as he takes another swig of beer. He says it with all the flourish of the Captain but Emma didn't hear any sarcasm.
"I don't think I'm ready for that." She confesses to Hook. He doesn't reply to that, and they sit in silence next to each other, looking out towards Storybrooke.
The sun was setting down when Emma first felt really comfortable sitting alone with Hook. "So, what is the Captain Hook doing up here?" she asks him when the quietness became a bit boring.
"I do appreciate using my proper title," he tells her while swaying his arms, the only sign he's drunk, "but I do have a name."
"Killian?"
"Ah, it's like hearing soft angels singing my name." He says with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.
"Careful, Hook. I don't think Regina would like you flirting with others." Emma teases him.
"Ah, her Majesty can go stuff herself." Hook slurred.
Emma's eyebrow rose but she didn't say anything at first. When she saw that Hook wasn't going to explain, she asked him what he meant by that.
"Let's just say that you're not the only one hiding away from her Majesty." He tells her with a smirk.
The only thing Emma could think of that would piss of Regina is anything happening to Henry, and she narrowed her eyes at Hook. Before she could even interrogate him, he raised his arm in mock surrender and told her, "Don't worry, I didn't hurt Henry."
"Did you do something to Regina?" Emma asks him, confused.
Hook looks at her, sighs and looks away. He ruffles his hair with his good hand and tries to explain.
"When the lady looks at you with such deadly eyes, you can only kiss her or run away." He tells her and looks now at Emma straight in the eyes with a twinkle in his eye, "And I'm not a man one who runs away from what he wants."
An abrupt laugh leaves Emma and she doesn't think she's ever been this giddy. It explains a lot Regina's bad temper recently.
"I think you're going to need this drink more than I do." She tells Hook as she passed the rest of the remaining beer to him.
"She is a piece of beauty," Hook tells Emma. "I hope she sails smoothly in this weather." Emma was now confused as to whether he was talking about Regina or his boat. Sometimes drunk chats don't make sense at all. She just hoped Regina would be more pissed about the kiss than her skipping dinner with Henry.
