Author's Note: Hey ALL! Sorry I haven't updated recently, I've been getting uni sorted and let me tell you it is so friggin complicated. I already have clashes in my timetable and I haven't even started yet. Anyway, thank you all again for the reviews and comments, it literally makes my heart skip a beat or two ;) Not gonna lie when I saw I reached 1000 followers I cried with joy :') So thank you so much! Here is the next chapter! Enjoy!
Escort Services - Last Night
"Regina's gonna kill me. I am a dead woman." Emma momentarily stopped pacing, and stared into space as she said, "I'm a horrible wife. And I guess I won't be having sex for a while…" She stomped her feet at the last part.
"We need to find her, now!" Emma yelled frantically, resulting in the rest of the hungover individuals wincing in agony at the sound blaring through their ears.
"Emma! Calm the fuck down and eat your pancakes."
Silence. Everyone slowly moved their line of sight to the source of the sudden outburst. Quinn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and cleared her throat. Her mouth must have been dry when she hollered at the young blonde whom was now sitting cautiously at the rectangle glass table.
"Ooooo shits gonna hit the fan." Kyrah whispered, a smug expression flashed across her face. The up-tight, astute and considerately level-headed politician had lost her cool. Kyrah heard a muffled snoring sound, she looked at its source and almost blanched.
"Hey Quinn…" She started seemingly unsure, "Does Adam look okay to you?"
Quinn studied the unconscious man for a few moments before she poked him gently; his face was squished into his stack of syrup-smothered pancakes. "Eww." She muttered.
Spencer trudged into the dining room fully-clothed.
"Nice to see you with clothes on this morning, Spence." Kyrah winked at him, and he simply gave her the finger as he sat down at the breakfast table.
"Okay so, we need to find mayor Mills and fast. Otherwise this will be a media storm for which none of us are evenly remotely prepared for." Spencer surmised.
"I can barely remember anything from last night…" Emma shook her head, trying to focus. But she figured her desperation to find Regina had left her mind feeling somewhat scrambled. "Like everything in my head is all…" She waved her hand around her head and muttered, "…Shit-fucked."
"Me two."
"Me three."
"Me four."
"I mean how did we even all end up in the same room?! You two…" The blonde pointed between Kyrah and Adam, "Are staying at New York New York, Spencer you're staying at Caesars Palace and Quinn you're at the Bellagio…"
"And why the hell did we forget Regina?!" Quinn exclaimed suddenly annoyed. Everyone grimaced at the high-valued decibel screech. It seemed as though she was the least hungover of all of them. "Sorry." She smiled sheepishly.
"We must have been drinking heavily last night." Spencer rubbed his head in discomfort.
Emma squeezed her eyes shut, "We sure were. Because I tell you right now, I would never EVER get piercings at the back of my neck." She whined like a child.
"Snake bites are hot, man." Kyrah added.
"Oh really? Then you go get someone to stab you in your neck then." Emma grumbled.
"Sorry, no can do. I am a mayor remember. I have to be some sort of role model." She rolled her eyes. Why she ever got into politics she still didn't know.
Spencer pushed his pancake plate aside, obviously not in the mood to devour a sugar-ladened breakfast. "We need to retrace our steps from last night. That's the only way we will find Regina. Emma you tried calling her right?"
'Yeah, this morning. But either her phone's switched off or it's dead."
"Well that doesn't give us much to work with."
Emma's face crinkled, "What did you say Adam?"
Everyone's attention had now been directed to the man who still had his face planted in the stack of pancakes. Maple syrup was now getting into his hair.
He said, "Yolo."
Spencer grunted, "Mr. Goodwin, we don't have time for this 'Yolo' crap."
Adam haphazardly lifted his arm and pointed at the enormous sombrero that laid randomly on the floor.
Emma, the closest to it, got up and out of her seat. She gently bent down and picked up the hat. Her eyes widened at what he had been referring to when he said 'Yolo'. "Guys…" She started, "I think we may have been at Yolos Mexican Grill last night". She showed them the hat with the restaurant name printed along one side.
"That's our first clue." Quinn stated.
Kyrah frowned, her head hurting as she thought. She said, "There's still one thing I don't understand…" She paused briefly while she attempted to string together a bunch of words in a succinct and concise manner. "Everyone was horny and extremely exhausted last night, so why would we have ALL come here, to the Flamingo Hotel?"
Everyone was in deep thought when suddenly, memories from last night came rushing in like a tsunami.
14 Hours Earlier
"Uh-oh…" Emma started, as she moved to the edge of the sidewalk along the strip. "I think I'm gonna puke…" Her eyes widened as she put her hand over her mouth and made a dash for the nearby trashcan.
"I think I'm gonna be sick too." Regina said, but before she could say another word or make a move to a more appropriate location to spill her guts, she ended up throwing up on the sidewalk. "Ewww." She wiped her mouth with disgust.
"Emma! Regina! HEY, wait up!"
The duo looked behind them to find all the other mayors practically off their heads, and stumbling around the place like drunken sailors. Well, they were also a little more than inebriated.
"So we had an idea…let's go skydiving!" Kyrah exclaimed drunkenly, which was followed by rounds of applause by the other mayors.
"Wait…I don't even know where we can skydive…" Adam pouted.
"I've never even been sky…driving…" Quinn frowned as she swallowed down the bile coming up from the pit of her stomach.
"I've never been skydiving either but I've zoomed in on Google Earth really fast. Pretty much gives off the same effect." Emma smiled fervently with glossy eyes.
"We. Are. Not. Going. Skydriv- diving. In. This. State." Regina responded gruffly after convulsing up the remaining contents of her stomach on the side walk.
"Who hired the fun police?" Kyrah sniggered.
"Hey, don't be mean you…meanie…" Quinn unceremoniously nudged Kyrah who incidentally was caught by the hunk she met at MGM grand, also known as Esteban. She wasn't even sure if he spoke English.
Emma's eyes lit up. "Who wants to go see birds!?" She giggled drunkenly.
Everyone's face contorted into mega-watt grins, followed on by loud hoorah's and other epically embarrassing, as well as unnecessary acts in the public eye.
"I didn't know there was a zoo around here?" Regina uttered loudly over the mass of people as they began to make their way along the Las Vegas Strip.
"There's not, silly billy. But I know a place where we can see some pretty birds." The blonde said childishly towards her girlfriend's question.
"Ohhh." Regina smiled hazily. She looked at the tanned man whom had linked his arm with Kyrah.
"Do you even speak English?" She chuckled.
He gave a sloppy smile and said, "Mi nombre es Esteban!"
The brunette shrugged, "I'll take that as a no then." She almost bursted out of laughter for absolutely no plausible reason. This is what happens when you're drunk, you laugh at practically everything and find even the tiniest things absolutely hilarious.
"Is anyone else hungry?" Regina mumbled to the group. "I honestly don't know how I could be, given the fact that I…well I did empty my stomach that had food in it…whoops."
Quinn giggled as her stomach rumbled, "Hey, it looks like I'm hungry too." She laughed as she prodded her toned stomach through her white figure-hugging dress.
"I'm in the mood for Mexican!" Adam yelled as loud as he could, drawing the attention of fellow bystanders.
Emma looked amused, "Okay amigos, let's go find a Mexican restaurant." She tried to put on a Spanish accent, but failed miserably due to the slurred nature of her tone. The alcohol in her system was now in full swing.
…
"This is amazing! What is it?" Quinn gazed lovingly at the food in her hand.
Emma giggled, "It's a taco, duh." She rolled her eyes.
"Haven't you had tacos before?" Regina questioned, as she took a massive bite of her own taco.
"No, I haven't." Quinn answered innocently. Well, as innocent as one can be in an semi-intoxicated manner. It seemed that all the food was soaking up all the alcohol.
"Wow, have you not lived?" Kyrah hollered from the other side of the table.
The group of Mayors and of course Emma had walked along the Las Vegas Strip in search of a Mexican restaurant. They soon came across 'Yolos Mexican Grill'. To say the place was packed was a complete understatement. They were probably over their personnel capacity limit. They were all originally told that it would be about an 1 hour before they would get a table. However, apparently the word 'No' doesn't work for politicians. So when the flustered young girl unknowingly told five Mayors 'No, I'm sorry you will have to wait', well…you can imagine the power card they all pulled and within approximately 4 minutes they were seated in the best table in the restaurant. It was only 10 minutes when over 10 plates of food arrived. There was nachos, tacos, burritos, Mexican-inspired salads and quesadillas. As well as numerous margarita's, and other mixed drinks like bloody Mary and of course, tequila. Everyone also got the complementary sombrero that was at a minimum absolutely gigantic.
Emma glanced over at her girlfriend seated across from her. She loved how cute she looked, even though they were both in a horrible drunken stupor. She thought Regina looked adorable with her massive sombrero as she munched on a burrito.
"Baby, you're so cute."
Regina giggled and blushed like a teenager, "You're so cute I could eat you up like my burrito."
Emma touched her heart, obviously taken aback by the 'heartfelt' comment. "Aw, I love you."
She reached her hand out across the table, weaving it through the bowls of nachos and met Regina's in the middle, who also dodged carefully placed quesadillas to meet Emma's hand. They laced their fingers together and gazed into each other's eyes.
"I'm so glad it was you who was assigned to me, because I…" Regina's head was spinning, but she really wanted to say it. She had to say it. "Because I think you're the love of my life, Emma." She uttered and then back tracked, "Actually I know you're the love of my life. You, beautiful-junk-food-eating-irritating-pain-in-my-ass."
The alcohol had surely tampered with Emma's emotions because the next thing she knew she wretched Regina from across the table and kissed her passionately. She pulled back from the searing kiss and murmured, "You're the love of my life too. You, incredibly-sexy-cold-hearted-bitch." She said lightly. Regina grinned goofily and pulled their lips together again. It was sloppy, messy and yet completely heartfelt and passionate as the very first time they kissed on their first mayoral celebration night.
"Hhhmmm." Emma broke the kiss and looked at Regina's lips. "What did you eat? Because it tastes really nice." She didn't give the brunette time to answer before she was pulled again into another breath-taking kiss.
Kyrah's face scrunched up in feigned disgust, "Look at them sucking each other's face off."
"Get a room you Mexican whores!" Adam slurred, as he huddled a bowl of nachos. Talk about being greedy.
"Are we still going to see the birds now?" Quinn asked sombrely, she really wanted to see those damn birds.
…
"I am completely fluffed." Adam slurred as he patted his stomach, somewhat gracefully.
Kyrah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "You mean, stuffed? As in I am completely stuffed?"
Adam rolled his eyes, "That's what I said…god."
"Hey, can we stop in there?" Emma pointed excitedly at the sign.
Regina squinted at the sign above the store, "C-cl-club ta-tatoo." She made sure to sound out every syllable. "Who's getting a tattoo?" She asked inquisitively.
The mayors and Emma all stood in a circle, a few of them swayed as they glanced around the group. Emma smirked at Quinn, who raised an eyebrow at Kyrah, who batted her eyelashes at Adam, who then nudged Spencer, who winked at Regina. Before the brunette could protest, she was already being dragged into the venue.
10 minutes later…
"Holy fuck! Holy shit! What the hell!?" The Mayor of Storybrooke exclaimed, as she laid on her stomach. Her right shoulder blade was beginning to ache immensely. While still intoxicated, the pain wasn't that bad. The alcohol slithering through her veins had managed to numb most of her nerve endings already. Only seconds ago she was complimenting the tattoo artist within regards to his own tattoos along his arms, but now she just wanted the man holding the tattoo gun to "Hurry the fuck up." as she had put so elegantly earlier.
"Is it over yet?" She whined like an infant. If she were upright, and standing, she'd probably stomp her feet.
"Almost babe, you're almost there." Emma cheered her on, clapping her hands excitedly. The blonde couldn't believe her girlfriend was getting a tattoo. Well, she could because she was absolutely blind drunk, and well, so was she. However, she was nonetheless surprised. She herself, had opted for some piercings, which she had gotten moments before Regina had begun the tattooing process. As it turned out, it seemed that snake bites (piercings at the back of the neck) were "in" while simply getting ear piercings were overrated.
"I'm never getting a tattoo ever again." Regina mumbled almost inaudibly to herself. The sound muffled as she stuffed her face into the plush seat.
It wasn't long before the tattoo covered man had finished the final touch ups on the brunette's tattoo. He secretly smiled to himself as he gazed at the ink now seared into the woman's skin. It was an unusual piece of writing that he had carved into her olive skin, but nonetheless he shook his head with a grin, and then proceeded to inform and supply the woman with aftercare treatments.
"That looks awesome!" Quinn exclaimed, while clapping her hands and jumping up and down, evidently very excited for her colleague. The other mayors all haphazardly nodded their heads in agreement as they slouched their body against any item that could withstand their weight. It was only a matter of time before one of them passed out completely.
…
The 'gang' as Adam had liked to call them resurfaced back on the Las Vegas Strip, now on their way to see the birds. It was now the early hours of the morning and Las Vegas was still incredibly packed with bright flashing lights, beautiful women out and about on the Strip and music blared loudly out of nearby restaurants, as they made their way past them. The saying was true, Las Vegas never sleeps.
All of the mayors and Emma stumbled along the Strip, and on the more frequent occasion collided into someone walking in the opposite direction. Seconds later a muttered "Fuck off" would be whispered into the night, since Emma did not appreciate her body sliding against some random drunken stranger. No, she didn't roll that way.
They had finally reached the Flamingo Hotel. Quinn squealed with glee at the excitement of seeing the birds. She had never seen flamingos before and was just dying to 'play' with one. The group made their way through the casinos, where young taut women danced seductively on tables to X-rated music. Emma was absolutely memorised by the women, they were after all very beautiful.
"Ouch." She frowned, rubbing the back of her head and watched as Regina passed her with a 'stop-fucking-looking-at-those-women-I'm-your-girlfriend' kinda look. Emma immediately tore her eyes from the dancing women and followed the rest of the group to the flamingo pen outside.
Quinn's hazel-coloured eyes landed on the various flamingos wondering amongst themselves on the other side of the pink railing. Her eyes widened in anticipation, she could only simper as the graceful birds danced before her eyes. Moments later a raucous sound escaped her lips as she ran, well more like stumbled, over to the birds while haphazardly throwing herself over the pink railing. The other mayors, and of course Emma followed in suit. Embarrassingly, they were all so intoxicated that they began talking to the flamingos as though they would eventually receive a response.
Emma sat down at the base of a nearby tree and looked directly at the curious flamingo.
"You see that woman over there?" She pointed sleepily in Regina's direction. "She is like a hot piece of eye candy right. But me, I'm like…" She paused for a second, waiting for a burp she felt rise from the bottom of her stomach. "Excuse me." Emma slurred before continuing, "I'm like eye-meatloaf, you know?"
The long-legged bird simply stared at her.
Meanwhile, Regina laid on her back on the soft trimmed grass with a few flamingos surrounding her. She stared aimlessly into the bright night, "I don't know how it's gonna work, I'm the Evil Queen…" She groaned, "I do evil shit, and she, well she saves people. I mean don't get me wrong sometimes I wish I could put her on airplane mode, but I love her as much as I love Henry." The pink bird tilted its long-narrow head as though it understood everything Regina just said. Regina yawned as a cool breeze ran across her skin. One minute she was having a deep and meaningful with a group of flamingos and then the next she was fast asleep.
Emma herself had begun to feel lethargic herself, her eyes sprung open when Adam called her, now back on the authorised of the railing. "Come on, Emma! Let's go to your room!" He yelled drunkenly, accompanied by a little giggle at the end. "Oh, and Quinn went to visit some showgirls or something?" He waved his arm around for dramatic effect before stumbling back inside. Emma used the tree to pull herself up before wordlessly throwing herself over the railing, "Bye bye birdies." She mumbled, tripping over her own feet as she stood up. It hadn't occurred to her that her girlfriend slash fake wife was still in the flamingo pen and in a peaceful slumber. She met the sleepy mayors at the elevators and then headed up to her hotel room with all the mayors in tow, well except for Regina and Quinn who was with a couple of showgirls. The alcohol coursing through their bodies was well in swing, and hence the drowsiness, dizziness and slurring. The golden elevator shut with a ding and they all dropped onto the floor. Not to worry though, they would eventually make it back to Emma and Regina's room. Even though it took quite a bit of time to locate said room.
14 hours later…(Back at Breakfast)
Kyrah's jaw had hit the floor, "We left Regina with the flamingos…" She stated to the silent group, who were all taking in this considerably new information about Regina's suspected whereabouts.
"Holy fucking crap!" Emma swore as she ran her hands through her hair. "I'm gonna go see if she's there now." She winced at her own throbbing headache.
"We'll all come." Spencer nodded at everyone around the table, as they all began to stand up.
"Let's just leave sleeping beauty, he'll be fine." Kyrah referred to Adam, who still hadn't lifted his head up from those pancakes laced with syrup. "We should get some ants." She laughed as they hurriedly made their way out of the hotel room.
Within a few minutes the group had reached the ground floor after a 32 floor elevator ride. Emma immediately bolted for the outside doors which lead to the flamingo pen, bypassing heaps of people along the way. She pushed open the door leading to the flamingo pen with the mayors following closely behind. The blonde with limited skills hopped over the railing and looked around the bushy and slightly over crowded area. Her eyebrows burrowed as she saw no sign of the brunette. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and immediately darted towards the source only to see an evidently hungover and mortified mayor.
Emma let out a sigh of relief, "Oh my god, thank god you're okay!" She leant down and bear tackled her girlfriend, before placing repeated feather light kisses all over her face. "Crap, I am so sorry, babe." She cupped her face and kissed her forehead.
Regina nodded hazily before scrunching her face up in pain. "Why does my back hurt?." She groaned.
Kyrah stepped behind Regina and her eyes widened at the tattoo. Emma and Kyrah quickly exchanged looks, obviously debating whether or not to tell the woman about the activity she recently took part in.
"You just hurt yourself, yeah there's a little bruise." Kyrah lied.
"Oh, okay." Regina grumbled, before continuing, "Take me back to our room, Emma. I need to lie down for a bit."
Emma helped her girlfriend up to her feet and took her back to their room. The other mayors grabbed all their belongings and proceeded to make there way back to their own hotels, all in need of sleep and some peace and quiet, now that they had luckily found Regina. They would all eventually discuss what happened last night, but for now rest was too imperative.
"I can't believe I spent the night with flamingos." Regina murmured as she slipped under the covers.
"That's not even the worst part." Emma mumbled to herself, as she checked the time. It was noon. Unfortunately for her Regina had heard her. The mayor turned around in the bed to face the half-asleep blonde with an annoyed expression.
"What could be worse then sleeping near birds all night?" She enquired frustratingly, but winced inwardly at her own loud voice.
Emma chuckled, as she moved closer to her girlfriend and slipped a protective hold around her waist incidentally pulling her closer. "I don't know, getting a tattoo perhaps?" She smirked lazily, and almost laughed out aloud at the shocked expression that appeared upon the brunette's facial features.
"What?!"
"Shhhhh. I'm trying to sleep."
"Miss Sw-"
"Go to sleep. You are cranky and tired, yell at me later."
Truthfully, Regina was way too tired and hungover to deal with anything that happened last night, especially with regards to supposedly obtaining a tattoo as Emma had alluded. So, she let herself fall asleep within her lovers arms…at midday.
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