Author's note: Oh wow within the first couple hours of posting this, I got a whole bunch of lovely reviews. So thank you very much and here's another chapter. Stayed up late to finish it and everything.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Yep.
Chapter 2
Instead of heading down to the station, Emma's feet found themselves pointed in the direction of Granny's. Of course. It was how she'd dealt with her problems in the past. Drinking. It was probably the cause of many things that'd happened in her life. Jail, exes, and probably even Henry.
"Emma. What can I get you?" Granny asked as Emma slipped into the stool at the counter.
"Something strong. And keep it coming."
Granny nodded and reached behind to grab a bottle. As Emma reached into her pocket for her wallet, Granny waved it away.
"It's on the house. The least I can do after what you did." A confused look must have crossed Emma's face, because Granny clarified, "You, know, the curse." The happiness in her eyes was evident.
"Right." Emma nodded, a sinking feeling rising in her chest. The very thing she'd been trying to forget about. She took a huge gulp from the glass Granny set before her. It burned her throat and made her eyes water, but a couple more and she'd forget all about the day's events.
Six glasses and three shots later, Emma stumbled clumsily outside, where there were still clusters of partying people. She stepped around them, nearly colliding with a group of loud partiers. Her foggy mind barely registered the stark contrast between them. While most everybody in Storybrooke was celebrating the end of the curse, she was drinking herself into oblivion, alone and completely miserable.
Emma was about to head back to the apartment and pass out until next year when she remembered her excuse for leaving. Knowing that Mary Margaret would try to (s)mother her, she decided to go down to the station and grab some papers to make it look like she'd actually gone to work.
The quiet of the station, a stark contrast to the noisy partiers outside, temporarily dulled the throbbing in Emma's head. Her eyes blinked, adjusting to the darkness of the room. Then, she heard a creak to her left. And another, and another. Through her blurry vision, she could just barely make out a figure's broad shape near her desk. She shook her head. It was probably just from the alcohol. Emma reached over to flip the switch when suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
Author's note: Yes, I know that this ch's hella short. It's mostly a filler, leading up to the events in the next ch