Oh my gosh! You guys left me so many good reviews so I had to get the next chapter out since it sounds like most of you are dying to know what happens next. Yes, Drunk Charming/David is a great addition to the story and the drinking game is definitely featured. Also the bromance between Hook and David just gets better and better.

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Chapter 6 of Turkey Season: Shots!

"Which team are you rooting for, Neal?"

Neal looked at the loveseat where David lay with a glass of something alcoholic in his hand. He was using his arm as a pillow and with his legs crossed he looked like someone who could have been a runner up for one of the beer commercials they were currently advertising on the tv.

"I don't know really. None of them are my team. I'm more of a Jets fan."
"Of course…New York," David muttered before smiling once again. "Well, the Jets aren't playing right now so Raiders or Cowboys?"

Neal tipped his head in thought before finally shaking his head.

"Cowboys I suppose."

David slid Hook a look and seemed to communicate something with only facial expressions before wordlessly breaking into laughter. Neal raised a brow while David fixed him with a sympathetic look.

"Cowboys are pansies," he slurred before tipping his glass once again.

Neal studied Emma's father and took in the hazy look in the prince's eyes and the way his whole body seemed to melt into the couch. It was when David let out a low burp finished off with a chuckle that Neal narrowed his eyes at the pirate that sat on the other side of Henry on the couch.

"Did you get him drunk?"
"On the contrary, he was already like this when I arrived, mate."
"Sure," Neal sarcastically bit out to which Hook did nothing but shrug his shoulders and focus his attention back to the tv.
"Oh Neal, I'm not drunk," David chided, "I can hold my…liquor."

Henry glanced at David with an amused expression simply because he'd never seen his gramps this way at all while Neal leaned forward from his chair to reach for the glass in David's hand.

"I think you've had enough, buddy."

David recoiled from Neal with a slant of his brows and hissed at Neal, holding his glass to his chest like it was some sort of treasure.

"I wouldn't do that, mate."
"Just let the man drink, son," Rumpelstiltskin sighed from the other end of the couch wondering if he should get in on what David had going on. He seemed to be the only one having fun after all.
"Don't tell me what to do and don't call me "son"," Neal muttered as he leaned back into his chair, fixing a narrowed glare at the man who called himself a father.

David burst into life then and threw his legs off of the couch and stood to his feet, albeit too quickly. He swayed for a good ten seconds or so while Hook stood up from the couch to hold him steady as the dizzy spell passed before suddenly directing himself for the kitchen.

"Shots! Shots! Two shots!"

Emma looked up from the table she was helping Mary-Margaret, Belle and Regina set to see her father clamor for three shot glasses that were already set out on the kitchen counter. Hook came to his aid and raised his brow at her before giving a slight nod toward the living room where her gaze fell on a glaring Neal and a wide eyed Rumpelstiltskin.

"I'll be right back," Emma told the others who were frowning at the commotion David was causing. She avoided Regina's suspicious look as she set down the silverware she was polishing and headed toward the kitchen where Hook was taking the bottle from her father's somewhat unsteady hands.

"What happened?" she hissed at Hook as David finally surrendered the bottle and let the pirate do the honors.
"A retort and a glare," he said shortly as he raised one of the glasses to his lips.

She smiled as she took her own and threw one back before fixing him with a concerned look.

"Are you alright? With today?"
"Not much we can do about it right now, love, and like I said before, wherever you are is where I'm happiest," he said quietly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "Even if that means my prior victim of revenge and your ex boyfriend who clocked me good are in the same room."

She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her, his lips warm and soft against hers.

"I'm pretty sure the Health Department wouldn't approve of the current activity happening in the kitchen," Regina's voice broke into their moment.
"Shot!" David yelled once again and Emma shook her head in amusement, wondering if they had enough liquor for the upcoming evening.

Mary-Margaret sat at the foot of the table with a proud look on her face as her eyes surveyed the spread on the table. The Tur-duck-en proudly took its place in the middle of the table while both Regina and Emma removed the lids from the side dishes, steam billowing into the air. Candle light flickered and some relaxing music drifted in the background, creating a pleasant atmosphere despite the grim looks covering the faces of those who sat down beside her.

She snuck a glance at Henry who was happily sitting between both Emma and Regina and she felt her face split into a smile.

Considering no one had killed the other yet or had broken down into one huge fight on the living room floor, the night was a success, save her husband who had drank himself into an oblivion. She narrowed her eyes on the man Hook was currently helping into his place at the head of the table and felt a tiny hint of annoyance flicker up inside of her. She hadn't expected him to help but she hadn't expected him to get drunk off his ass either.

As if he could sense her observation of him, so said drunkie glanced at her and fixed her with a grin, one that had her smiling back in spite of herself and tampering down her irritation. Even she had to admit that despite his obnoxious behavior, he was still adorable regardless.

"I think that's it," Emma said as she sank back into her chair, smiling at the pirate who sat on the other side of her.

Neal narrowed his eyes at the two of them but Emma and Hook were oblivious to his existence as they leaned toward each other for a kiss.

"Um Dav-Rumpelstiltskin," Mary-Margaret corrected not sure if her husband should be wielding any sort of sharp object at the moment. "Would you mind carving the Tur-duck-en?"
"Tur-what?" Belle asked as Rumpelstiltskin took the knives Mary-Margaret handed him.
"Tur-duck-en," Mary-Margaret's eyes lit. "It's an urban legend. Turkey stuffed with a duck that's stuffed with a chicken."
"It's like Inception with meat," Henry added which caused Belle to raise a brow.
"It sounds more like a heart attack," Regina said from her place next to Mary-Margaret.

Mary-Margaret didn't bother to combat with her as she fixed her eyes on the meat that Rumpelstiltskin began to carve into. She smiled with satisfaction as it fell from the bones, the juices from the duck having softened the other birds considerably.

"You broke it," Neal muttered from Rumpelstiltskin's elbow.
"No, son, I didn't," Rumpelstiltskin softly argued as he continued to cut into the bird only to have it cave in from the moisture.
"Yes…you did."

There was movement at the end of the table and Mary-Margaret frowned as she watched Hook pour alcohol into three shot glasses, all of which were downed by her husband, Hook, and Emma.

"Neal, it's supposed to fall apart," she finally cut in before Rumpelstiltskin bit out a retort. "It's the sign of a bird well cooked. You did good, Rumpelstiltskin."

The man shot her a weak smile as he leaned back in his chair, Belle placing her hand on his arm and giving him a comforting squeeze.

More shots.

"What are you three up to?" Mary-Margaret asked, causing Emma to look up at her with a wide eyed stare.
"Nothing," was the answer that chorused from all three of them as they each took a new shot.
"Well, the food looks good so are we going to sit here and stare at it the rest of the evening or are we going to dish up?" Regina said as she took Henry's plate in her hand, her eye on the three at the end of the table.

There was a game going on between them and she was going to find out what it was. She watched with a raised brow as the pirate poured them all another shot and they downed it while Mary-Margaret grabbed her plate from the foot of the table.

"Help yourselves," she said rather cheerily from her spot and no one needed a second encouragement. It was silent as everyone dished up their plates, Emma widening her eyes on Henry's plate when Regina placed it in front of him.
"Dang, kid! Sure you can eat all of that?"
"Pretty sure," he said as he grabbed one of the rolls Belle had brought and took a bite. "I'm starved!"
"Hey buddy," Neal growled from his side of the table, causing Emma to look toward him. The man was glaring at Hook like the pirate had just committed a crime of great horrors. "Wait your turn for the potatoes."
"Sorry, mate," Hook backed off with his hand and hook raised. "Didn't mean to cut in."
"You sure? It seems to be a habit of yours."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Emma demanded, the mood around the table slightly shifting.
"Does anyone want green beans?" Mary-Margaret asked with feigned cheer, trying her hardest not to worry over the conversation taking place at the end of the table.
"Me," Belle reached for them eagerly, just as willing for the fight that was at hand to diminish.
"You know what I mean. Your boyfriend here has a nasty habit of putting his nose where it doesn't belong, especially when it comes to women," Neal said matter-of-factly to which Hook did nothing except send him a dirty look. No matter what the man did or said, he was not going to fight him.

Emma grabbed the platter of lemon roasted asparagus from in front of her and shoved them toward Neal, her eyes slanted in a glare.

"Here, Neal. Why don't you take some asparagus, do us all a favor and choke on it?"
"And here are the yams! Who wants yams?"

"Me!" Belle once again said from her place as she handed off the green beans to Rumpelstiltskin who barely caught them before Belle released them for the yams Mary-Margaret passed to her.
"Well, that's very grown-up of you two," Regina said in a reprimanding tone. "I can't believe you two were adult enough to make a kid let alone have sex."

David reached for the bottle of jager and poured a shot causing Regina's mouth to flicker up in a smile as he poured the poison into two other glasses. There was indeed a game going on and she had finally cracked at least one part of it.

"At least I've had sex," Emma spat at her, covering Henry's ears with her hands. "Maybe that's the reason you're so uptight all the time. Not so much action going on for you these days now that Graham's gone and you don't have a heart to manipulate anymore."

It was below the belt and Emma knew it but she wasn't going to be scolded like a child from the woman who had at one time sought to poison her with an apple pastry.

"At least I'm not an easy spread," Regina shot back and Emma sent her a dark look.

That was it.

Mary-Margaret shot out of her seat and slammed her hands down on the table, snapping everyone's attention onto her. Emma recoiled from Regina as she took in the ominous look coloring her mother's face that was certainly out of place considering her mother was freakin Snow White, the woman who sang to birds and cooked pies and shit.

"You three! Stop! Stop it right now! And you," she pointed a finger at her husband who was pouring another round of shots for him, Hook, and Emma. "You have reached your limit. I'm taking away your alcohol privileges and I don't know what game you three are playing," she gestured at the game players, "But it's going to stop and it's going to stop right now."

David looked at her for a second before a shit eating grin crossed his face and he lifted his chin rather defiantly, an odd gesture for him to make any other day of the week.

"Make me," he dared and Emma held her breath as everyone looked back toward Mary-Margaret to see what she was going to do. The princess stared her husband down for a moment waiting for him to change his mind but when David skipped the shot and lifted the bottle to his lips instead, she took a step from her seat and began to round the table toward him.

David shot out of his seat with surprising agility considering the snockered state he was in and raced for the other side of the table, the bottle of jager sloshing in his hands as he proceeded to play keep-away with his wife.

"Seriously, David," Mary-Margaret muttered as she walked one way and then the next, trying to tamper down her embarrassment and try to give off the appearance that she was in control of the situation.
"Now I know why you act like a child," Regina muttered to Emma.
"You know what, Regina-"
"Regina, knock it off," Hook growled, his voice dropping into a low tone that Emma hadn't heard since their time in Neverland.
"Hook, keep your nose in your own business," Neal shot across the table at the pirate, only bothering with the comment because he was bound and determined to get a rise out of Hook sometime soon.
"You know what, Neal? No, I'm not going to just stick my nose in my own business. No one's going to talk to Emma like that. Not while I'm around."
"And how long is that going to be before you find the next poor wench to prey yourself upon?"

There was a bout of silence as the words fell from Neal's lips save David's quiet laughter as he ran behind the kitchen counter and grabbed another bottle.

"Take your words back you bloody-"
"Don't talk to my son like that," Rumpelstiltskin piped up and stood from his seat, ignoring Belle pulling on his arm. "He's right anyway. Do you really think that Hook is going to be a man of honor and do right by you, Emma? You should have picked Neal."

Emma shot from her seat, her eyes blazing with anger as she fisted her hands on the table.

"Oh you think so, Gold? You think I should have picked the man who's only wandered around in his sweats with his hair mussed up and poptart crumbs to keep him company for the last week? Yeah, your son is a real winner."
"Rumpel…" Belle attempted to pull on him once again but the man completely wrenched his arm from her grasp.
"Dearie, seriously-"
"Shut up! I don't need you defending me," Neal poked his dad in the chest.

Belle reached over the table and grabbed Regina's glass of brandy, giving up on the scene before her.

"I was only trying to-"
"Well, stop it! I don't need you!"
"But who else is going to hold your hand when you cross the street, Neal?" Regina sarcastically egged him on, watching as David honored her sarcasm with a quick swig of the bottle much to Mary-Margaret's dismay.
"Regina, really? Stay out of it!" Rumpelstiltskin shouted at her.
"Yeah, don't be such a shit starter," Emma threw in.
"Stop it!"

The adult's froze at the sound of Henry's voice rising above the chaos that was unfolding around him. Emma looked down at her son who had stood up from his seat, suddenly ashamed that she had forgotten that he'd been sitting there the whole time. She dared to glance at Regina and Neal who had the same look on their faces she was sure was plastered on her own.

"You're all being ridiculous! All grandma wanted was for us to get together as a family so I wouldn't have to jump from house to house but we're not a family," Henry yelled as he backed away from the table and toward the stairs. "Look at my grandpa! He got drunk just so he could deal with all of you! You're all just a bunch of jerks!"

Everyone quietly watched as he ascended up the stairs and flinched when they heard the sound of his bedroom door slamming. There were several quiet minutes that passed as everyone remained frozen, Mary-Margaret holding David by his shirt collar while the bottle in his hand drooped at a dangerous angle. Belle sat with a brandy glass and a horrific expression covered her face while Rumpelstiltskin and Neal faced each other, their heads turned toward the stairs where Henry had disappeared. Regina sat quietly, not having anything to say for once while Emma stood with a defeated slouch in her shoulders and Hook sat with an apologetic look on his face.

"He's right," Hook sighed as he slid his hand down his face. "We're all a bunch of jerks."
"For once, I agree," Regina softly said and Emma bit her lip at the pain they had each caused Henry.
"I don't know what's he's talking 'bout," David slurred, a hazy look crossing his entire face. "I'm not drunk. Not the slightest."

There had never been a more dramatic holiday...

Poor Henry. All the adults have something to work together on the next chapter and maybe Thanksgiving will take a less dramatic turn for the better? We'll see :)