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A very quick update, just setting the stage for the next bit.
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Ruby
Ruby was not stupid. Nor was she ignorant as many of the town seemed to dismiss her as. She had eyes, sharp eyes, and because of peoples opinion of her, they often didn't 'filter' as carefully as they might in front of others.
The Mayor and The Sheriff for example. Now, Emma was her friend – she didn't 'not filter' because she deemed Ruby to be ditzy – she was merely being Emma. Wearing her heart on her sleeve and unable to hide what she was feeling. The Mayor though, she was as closed off as they came. It was very difficult to get a read on the brunette and Ruby was very good at reading people. So it came as a shock to her when she started noticing things about the pair's interactions.
Everyone knew that the two women clashed on a regular basis, tempers flaring. It was when Ruby noticed the subtle things that she began to believe the old saying, a thin line between love and hate. Or at the very least, lust and hate. The way that Regina looked at Emma sometimes... well it put shivers down Ruby's back... like Emma was a particularly infuriating delicacy. Not that Emma appeared to notice this, but Emma in her own way was participating in this dance, pressing the older women's buttons, being unafraid to get close to The Mayor to show that she wasn't intimidated, holding eye contact for longer than was necessary.
Very interesting, smirked Ruby when she had started watching them. She had seen the toll that staying in the cemetery had taken on her friend, and had to suppress a snort of amusement when she had seen Emma light up when a certain brunette had entered the diner that day. Emma had practically lit up like a fucking Christmas tree and had then looked at Regina, unaware that Ruby was observing. Emma had looked at the woman like she was starving. Her startled deer-in-the-headlights reaction upon being caught was also hilarious.
So she had kept watching, a secret smile every time she had seen The Mayor brush past The Sheriff a bit closer than was really appropriate, every time they had had a spat, their eyes would dart to each others lips when they thought the other wasn't looking, their heavier breathing. Ruby had to contain her amusement and hide her eye rolls every time Emma came by the diner muttering "that damned woman" or "who does she think she is," and Ruby could spot sexual frustration a mile off.
Ruby was surprised when Emma invited her to go out on a "drinking and dancing date" as the Blonde had put it, but she readily agreed. She wasn't going to turn down spending some time with her friend, and hey, Emma was beautiful so double bonus. She made sure she mentioned this in the earshot of a certain Mayor who had paused with a forkful of pancakes on her way to her mouth at breakfast with Henry one day. She had given the woman a quirk of an eyebrow when she had turned to look at Ruby and her expression had darkened a touch before becoming a blank slate again, her attention turning back to her son.
Yes... Ruby smiled. These two needed a good shove in the right direction.