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Chapter 8 of Turkey Season: Games

"Oh, God…I'm stuffed," Neal moaned an hour later, his hands cradling his belly, sure that it was going to take weeks to digest all the food he'd just inhaled.
"I hear ya, mate," Hook suffered beside him, wincing as he adjusted his position on the couch, a bottle of something cold leaning against his forehead. "That pie…so good."

David was unnaturally quiet and Hook glanced over at him in slight concern only to see that the prince was slowly beginning to nod off.

"You alright, mate?"

No answer.

"David?"
"Who won the war?!" he suddenly shouted causing Rumpelstiltskin who was sitting by him on the loveseat to nearly jump from his spot, three feet up.
"We did you victorious heathen, you," Hook smiled at him and Neal lightly snickered into his fifth bottle, having accepted the whiskey drink that had been offered to him and after his second bottle he was left to wonder why he hadn't taken up the drink earlier when David had offered.

David leaned his head back against the neck of the couch once again, his eyes fighting to stay open and Henry just shook his head at the man from where he sat on the floor.

"Is he going to be okay tomorrow?"

Hook lightly laughed and actually smiled at Henry, his brows raising in good humor.

"I'm pretty sure he's going to be ten shades of bad humor tomorrow, Henry. He's going to have a mother of a hangover. Learn what not to do now while you can."

Neal nodded in agreement beside Hook and Henry laughed, bringing his own bottle of sparkling cider to his lips.

"We should get a picture of us," he suddenly said before he really thought it out, the idea bringing the men to sudden quiet.

Mary-Margaret, however, had managed to hear his proposal from the kitchen, even above the noise of her and Belle putting the food away while Regina and Emma worked together to tackle the dishes.

"Aw, that sounds like a good idea! Right guys?" she called from her position at the counter not even daring to look up from the Tupperware she was pulling out of the bottom cupboards.

The men slowly began to mumble their agreements, a "most definitely" breaking from one of the men's lips in feigned enthusiasm and Snow couldn't help but grin a wicked little smile that made Emma smirk.

"Enjoying yourself, mother?"
"You have no idea," she said in a low voice before piping up again. "I'll go get the camera."
"I wonder what will happen when the flash goes off," Regina pondered and Emma suddenly broke out into a shit eating grin, her mind very much entertained at that idea.

"What do you mean?" Belle asked, her brow raising at the peculiar wandering of Regina's mind.

Regina and Emma both broke into catlike grins as Belle glanced from one to the other, really not understanding their humor.

"They're heavily intoxicated which means they're going to be somewhat sensitive to light. At least more than usual."
"Kay guys," Mary-Margaret chirped as she came waltzing back into the living room with her camera causing all the guys to turn to look at her, save David who appeared to be in the early throes of sleep. "Why don't you all gather on the couch, Henry in the middle."
"So we're moving David?"
"Unless you want to sit on each other's laps in the love seat be my guest," she countered and Hook was up in a heartbeat, mimicked by Neal and Emma bit back her laughter as they each grabbed one of her father's arms.
"David, you awake, mate?"
"My head feels funny," was the answer.
"Well, we're going to make a short trip to the couch. Henry wants a picture."
"I'm too drunk and tired for a picture," he whined and Hook had to bite his lip from laughing at the complaint that seemed too girly to fall from David's lips. Neal wasn't quite as subtle as a grunt escaped his throat and his body heaved with silent laughter, two actions which caused David's eyes to blearily sharpen on him.
"What are you laughing at, boy?"
"Nothing in particular, David. Why don't you let them help you so we can get the picture done and over with," Rumpelstiltskin said, his tone dry and bored.
"We're taking a picture?"

Mary-Margaret rolled her eyes and glanced down at Henry who was looking too amused for words.

They finally pulled David up, supporting his weight by laying each of his arms over their shoulders and motioned for Henry to sit in the crack of the couch cushions so they could place his limp grandfather beside him. Neal sat on the other side of Henry, while Hook settled beside David leaving Rumpelstiltskin to stiffly sit beside Neal, not at all sure how to pose beside his son without somehow offending him.

"Aw you look great," Mary-Margaret said as she centered them in the screen of her digital camera before furrowing her brow. "Gold, everyone has a bottle but you."
"I'm fine, dearie, just take the picture."
"Nonsense, mate," Hook agreed with Emma's mom before shifting his gaze toward the kitchen. "Emma love! Get the man a bottle!"
"On it!"
"A bottle of scotch," Neal instructed causing his father to look at him with a new look on his face.
"You remember what I used to drink?"
"Of course," Neal said, suddenly growing a bit sheepish. "You couldn't very well stomach anything else."

Emma came up on Rumpelstiltskin's side, tilting a dark bottle of the preferred alcohol of choice in his direction that he gingerly took as a fond smile spread across his face. She quickly stepped behind Mary-Margaret who raised her camera up once again, back in business.

"Alright, everyone! Ready? One, two…David? David! Wake up!"

The man snorted and straightened his head up once again, narrowing his eyes at Mary-Margaret which only made him look like an angry model. Emma covered her mouth with her hand and brought her gaze from the screen to the five guys lined on the couch.

"Okay. One, two, three!"

There was the sound of the button clicking and then a bright flash illuminated the room, punctuated by the sound of instant cries and moans.

"Sweet mother of Jesus, Mary, Martha, and Lazarus!" Neal cried as he bent forward, covering his hands with his eyes while Hook said a string of curses that began with "bloody" and ended with several words that Emma never knew existed in any kind of vocabulary. Henry's eyes widened at the chaos that ensued around him while Rumpelstiltskin promptly uncorked the scotch and brought the bottle to his lips, taking a swig that Hook would have been proud of had he been more fond of the man.

It was David who topped them all, however, as he squeezed both Hook's and Henry's knees in a vice grip, his eyes tightly shut as he continued to yell in short bursts, the volume of his voice making up for what lacked in longevity. He looked sincerely panicked, so much resembling Emma's driver's ed teacher when she had accidentally hit someone's cat that Emma couldn't help laughing till her side ached and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Mary-Margaret punctuated her laugh with her own chortle while Regina chuckled an evil kind of sound in the kitchen, one that made Emma wonder if it was her actual real laugh, which was harmonized by Belle's light giggle.

David finally calmed down as Hook soothed him by lightly patting his shoulder until the screams died down and Henry talked to him in a calming kind of voice, one that made Mary-Margaret feel shame for a moment that she had used her husband's drunken state to her own amusement.

"Well, now that that's over and the dishes and food are done," Emma said, wiping at her eye, "What do you want to do now, Henry?"

A pensive look crossed the boy's face as he glanced around the living room of adults, Regina coming to sit on the loveseat with proper posture smirking at the throw pillows that of course had birds on them. Henry finally smiled as he glanced at Belle and Rumpelstiltskin, wondering if he would ever get another chance to do what he was about to suggest. After realizing that no, this opportunity would maybe never come again and he should take it, he looked Emma in the eye with a smirk that she swore was Hook was rubbing off on him.

"Let's watch a movie."
"Judging from that grin you already know what you want to watch," Neal observed, a bit of the distrust Emma was feeling reflected in his voice.
"Yep, I do."
"Okayyyy, well then, what is it?" Emma inquired, her brow raising at her son's not very straightforward way.
"Oh, why don't you all sit down," Henry said as he stood up from his seat, "I've got this."

An hour and a half later, Belle sat with tears in her eyes and her head leaning on Rumpel's shoulder as she watched Gaston stab the beast in the back, causing him to roar in pain.

"This is so inaccurate," the older gentleman mumbled, somewhat annoyed.
"But still it's so good. They named our cup. Our cup, Rumpel," Belle whispered, her voice breaking at the idea that their cup, their precious little cup, had a name and more than that, a personality.
"Tis true but look at how I'm dressed," Rumpel motioned toward the tv with his hand. "Like some loafer who couldn't afford a shirt and a decent set of trousers."

Henry smiled from his seat between Neal and Regina as he listened in on the couple who sat on the couch beside his grandma and David, going back and forth with what was so sweet and what was completely wrong. Despite Disney's portrayal of the beast, however, he had noticed that his grandfather had at some parts worn an entertained look, the most memorable ones being when the beast had given Belle a library and also when Belle had been crying and he'd called her down for dinner, not at all acting the part of a gentleman but the Dark One found it amusing anyway.

"A prince! What? I'm not a pansy prince!" Rumpelstiltskin suddenly cried earning him a look from everyone in the room.
"Shhh, you'll wake David," Mary-Margaret said from beside Belle, her face soft as she peered up at her husband whose head was leaned back against the neck of the couch, looking as peaceful as a cherub even with the hinted shimmer of drool at the corner of his mouth.

Despite the man's enthusiasm when the movie had started and his strong desire to stay awake, he had conked out almost immediately after Belle's song with the townspeople, missing every scene following that point.

Dramatic music suddenly played from the screen and Belle gasped aloud when Chip became a boy and Henry noticed how she gripped Rumpel's arm tighter, her eyes beginning to shine with tears.

"Ah, look. A shirt," was all the man said as the couple danced around the ballroom floor and Henry shook his head with silent mirth before the credits rolled.

The room was immediately filled with the sounds of everyone stretching and Neal popping his neck, an act that earned him a disgusted look from Regina.

"What?" Neal asked to which Regina didn't say anything in return. She only replied with an eye roll that was rather impressive and only made Neal shrug before stretching his hands out in front of him so he could pop his knuckles.
"Well, Henry, that was a great choice. The realm of Disney may be a bit skewed but the idea was lovely," Belle said as she sat up straighter from Rumpel's embrace before glancing over her shoulder at the clock.
"Time to go, dearie?"
"It's only nine but yes, I'm feeling a bit tired. I think it's from all the food."
"Yeah, it's about time for me to get going as well," Neal said as he stood up from the loveseat, stretching his arms above his head which only caused his back to pop in several different places, making Regina grimace at the disgusting noise.

Mary-Margaret carefully removed David's arm from around her shoulders so she could stand up from the couch to send their guests off with leftovers because there was no way that her, David, and Emma could clear that much food in enough time.

"You joining us for Black Friday shopping tomorrow, Belle?" Mary-Margaret asked as she dug through the fridge and the three adults wrapped themselves up in coats and scarves.
"I suppose I could."
"Wait, there's Black Friday shopping here? In Storybrooke?" Emma asked, her hands pausing from stroking Killian's hair. His eyes opened when she stopped, his brows furrowing as if troubled.
"Yes, of course there is," Regina said, her tone somewhat clipped but not providing its usual snap. "Just because we're all supposedly make-believe does not mean we don't know a thing or two about shopping. Black Friday around here is just as celebrated as Christmas."

Emma only raised her brows as she loathed the thought of Black Friday following her to this little town. Here she thought she was safe from the stampedes and the emotional violence of women when in fact, she wasn't. Worse than that she would probably have to put the badge on and referee the stores just to make sure nothing got out of hand. And she'd probably have to do it alone she realized as she looked over at David who slept motionless on the couch, his body bending at the waist in a haphazard kind of way.

"Ah, here we go," Mary-Margaret said as she deposited the Tupperware into two separate brown sacks, handing one off to Neal and the other to Rumpelstiltskin with a smile.

Henry stood up from the couch and gave each of them a hug, Belle immediately comfortable with the touch while Rumpelstiltskin stiffened before awkwardly patting him on the shoulder.

Still not as awkward as Voldemort, was all Emma could think as she observed the interaction and after chanted good-byes and many waves, the three guests disappeared into the foyer with Mary-Margaret shutting the door behind them.

"I suppose that's my cue to leave as well," Regina said, standing up from her seat and stifling a yawn, standing for a moment to gain her bearings.
"Killian, I hate to ask," Mary-Margaret started as she grabbed more leftovers from the fridge. "But could you possibly help David to bed? He's going to be a monster tomorrow and I'd prefer it if I didn't have to help him walk to the room. There are too many breakables."
"Yeah, we don't want him toppling over one of your porcelain birdies now do we?" Regina said as Killian slowly got up from the floor, smirking at the feeling of pins and needles on his ass.
"Need help?" Emma asked but he shook his head at her before sleepily stumbling toward the man who had somehow managed to sleep through everything.

"You know, dinner turned out better than I thought it would be," Mary-Margaret said in the kitchen as she shoved Tupperware in a bag, making conversation that Regina only nodded at.

Hook shook David's shoulder roughly for a good ten seconds before stopping, his eyes narrowing on the sleeping prince. Really? He then softly began to slap at the man's face.

"Well, after the apology I think we all wised up a bit," Regina said, glancing down at Henry who had come to stand by her side.

Slap, slap, slap.

"I think it's somewhat safe to say this could be attempted again."

Hook stopped slapping David and glanced over his shoulder at Emma who only gave him a tired shrug. He looked back at her father and studied him a bit before letting out a sigh. Of course, this was going to have to be done the difficult way.

"I don't know about that. We can't push our luck too far. Tonight we weren't that far from fire balls and a sword fight."

Hook snaked his arm under David's armpit and across his back before ever so gently maneuvering his hook under the man's legs at the part where they bent at the knee. Bridal carry. Not so manly.

"True, true. What are you doing for Christmas?"

With one deep breath and a grunt, David hoisted the grown man up into his arms before straightening his body, steadying his weight before attempting a step forward. So far, so good.

"Um, well, let's discuss that at a later time."
"Of course," Snow nodded, her eyes smiling at Henry who was grinning at their conversation that wasn't lacking in civility.

Hook took another step, finally feeling confident that he could indeed carry the man to his bed. He finally relaxed his body and took another step, just as David's eyes suddenly flashed open. There was a split second of calm before Hook felt David tense his body in his arms and before he knew what was happening, David was yelling at him, kicking his legs out so Hook dropped him, his ass hitting the floor in a hard thud.

There was a quiet moment as David sat there stunned before Hook saw his face contort in sudden pain and then every word that fell from the man's lips was either 'shit' or 'fuck' or 'dammit mother effin effer'.

"Well, I better get going now," Regina quickly said, embracing Henry quickly before bolting out the door while Hook himself just heaved his shoulders and glanced at Emma who was staring at the cursing David wide eyed.
"Drive me home?"
"I think that's the only way you're going to get out of here fast enough," she teased as she stood up from her chair and sauntered toward the door to grab her jacket and keys with Hook at her heels. "Have fun, mom," she said before pulling a shocked Henry toward her. "Love you, kiddo, I'll be back soon."

He gave her a there's-no-way-you're-leaving-me-here-like-this kind of look but she gave him a wry grin before turning toward the door, Hook waving at Henry and clapping him on the shoulder as he left him as well. They could still hear David cussing as they jogged down the stairs and it wasn't until they both broke out of the door into the cold air that quiet invaded them.

They stood there for a moment on the sidewalk, breathing and taking in what had just transpired before Hook began to laugh which made Emma start to laugh right along with him. They didn't know how long they stood like that, laughing at every damn memory that was pressed into their minds from that moment on but Emma didn't care.

Hook pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head and she felt him smile against her hair.

"Your family is crazy," he whispered and she smiled up at him.
"So are you."
"Aye, that I am."

He suddenly pulled her back from him, his arm slung around her shoulder as she looked up at his face seeing a naughty glint entering his eye.

"So about his one handed game…looking and not touching. When exactly is this happening and how does one win?"
"Ah, well hop in the car and I'll explain the rules," Emma answered, twisting her body against his in a seductive kind of way that made him grin like a man who had just conquered the world. "The best part about it is that even if both parties lose, you feel like you're winning."
"Sounds like my kind of game," the pirate purred as he rounded the car to the driver's side, holding the metal door to the carriage like contraption.

She smiled at him as she slipped by, managing to touch every point of his body as she passed him, akin to what he'd done to her earlier that day. He closed the door behind her as she smiled a sultry little grin at him and he felt his heart jolt in his chest.

Games indeed.

Ha! There you go...sounds like Black Friday is going to be...interesting, to say the least.

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