Well, I had to do some research to live up to Emma's wild side. The cocktails and alcoholic food I've used in this chapter are real, and if you are interested you can find how to make them in TipsyBartender's youtube user - he's awesome - unless you are underage, in that case you shouldn't drink, nor be reading this fic since it's M. (that goes especially to you, Alex :P)

Also, as a med student I need to say, I know we all love alcohol, but substance abuse is pretty dangerous. You don't want your liver to stop working when you are 40, so please don't be like Emma and MM. Love your liver :) I also won't advise doing drugs, not even marihuana (even if people say it's not that dangerous or addictive) - I'm a med freak, I know.

This chapter goes to onceuponatimeismylife. Since I keep breaking the promises I make to her :/

Hugs,

M.

MARY MARGARET'S POV

I entered into the market with the list Emma had given me. She had stayed home baking weed brownies and cleaning the house. We had already posted invitations to "The emmancipation party" all over the web. The people that had already attended to our parties were as excited as we were, I even got phone calls of people that we haven't seen since prom night asking if we needed help with something. I didn't even know where would we fit so many people. But who really cared? We were all in for a night to honor our high school parties.

Ruby was in charge of the food, and we were in charge of the alcoholic stuff since Emma had a bartender side that we all loved. Let's see what Emma would make for tonight's gig: Vodka Gummy Bears, Skittles Vodka, Sex on the Beach Jello shots, Chocolate Vodka Cupcake, Strawberry Vodka Ice Cream Sandwich and Vodka sunrise jello shots. Well, at least it was just one type of alcohol, Emma's favorite - Vodka, she probably was russian in her past life. Mixing alcohol, not a good idea. Emma and I had learned that the bad way. It was for Emma's 16th birthday, her parents were on a business trip and we had the house to ourselves, when we woke up all the furniture was inside the pool, and we had colored the pool's water to purple color. So not only did we damaged all the furniture, but we colored pretty much everything that Emma's parents own. We worked more than 10 months to repay the damages. The worst thing is that we didn't recall anything from the night, it was a miracle we had our clothes - the same ones from the party - on when we woke up. I guess the good thing about living in a small city is that the probability of getting raped is very low. And thank God Belle never got drunk and took care of us.

I went aisled by aisle, getting everything we needed to make our spiked drinks and sweets. Lastly, I put 20 bottles of vodka, among the other ingredients, in my shopping cart and started walking towards the register. Oh, I would so regret all of this later.

Dear liver, I promise that if you don't collapse and end up in cirrhosis during this weekend, I won't drink alcohol for two months. And two months with a friend like Emma was like forever with a normal friend.

I pilled all the stuff I had bought in front of the cashier and waited for amount of money I'd have to pay for the things I was about to shop. She raised an eyebrow when she saw how much alcohol I was buying, but she didn't comment anything. After all, her job was to sell, not to judge the costumers.

"So, it is true," I heard someone behind me say. It was Regina. She only bought couple of apples and some vegetables, next to her, I looked like fatass, an alcoholic fatass.

"Excuse me?"

"That Emma and you are throwing a party." She raised and eyebrow, daring me to lie in her face. "I've heard that you girls throw wild parties - The parties that every grown up regrets not going and every kid dreams of outshine," Regina added. Did she regret not going to one of our parties? Emma would have a heart attack if she knew. "Judging by yesterday's "get together"," She made quotation marks with her hands, "And the amount of vodka you have in that cart, I would say your reputation doesn't live to your actual wildness."

I looked around me, not knowing how to act. I had never actually had a conversation with Regina. "Hm - make sure to pass by," I said after a while with a shy smile.

A grin drew on her face. "I wouldn't miss it, dear," she said. "Here, let me help you with that,"

"I can handle it," I replied politely giving the money for the things my purchase to the cashier, she counted it to check if it was complete and let me go.

"How will you carry 20 bottles of vodka?" Regina asked. "I insist. Plus, I came walking and I could use a lift."

That sounded like a command, if Emma and Regina ever get together, they'd be the bossiest couple on Storybrooke. Actually scratch that, the bossiest couple on Earth. She helped me transporting the bags to the car - thank God for carts - and placing them gently on Emma's yellow bug.

I drove in silence, and Regina didn't try to make conversation either. If Emma would be here, they'd be already fighting over something. However, the silence was comfortable. I enjoyed it and I think Regina enjoyed it as well, so why risk the lovely silence and turn it into an awkward conversation?. I stopped the bug in front of my building, but before I could get out Regina spoke.

"Why did Emma move out?" Regina asked out of the blue.

"You should ask her," I replied. I hated to talk about other people's business.

"But I asked you," she responded.

I looked at her, studying my possibilities. Either I told her, and get over with this. Or I didn't and risked David, Regina and Emma making a scene during tonight's party. Which would upset Emma and she'd end up hating David even more.

"She had a fight with David,"

"About what?" Regina inquired, but something told me she knew the answer, I looked at her. "About me, right?" she asked, practically reading it in my eyes. I didn't reply, she took my silence as an affirmation. "God, I've fuck up another friendship. It's like I have a super power: the friendship wrecker"

I knew what she meant with 'another friendship' she meant the friendship between her, David and Graham, which will never be the same after she and Graham broke up. I felt sorry for her, I really did. So I turned to face her and placed my hand on one of her shoulders.

"You were just a catalyst, Regina," I said honestly, "It was something bound to happen. David doesn't understand that Emma is a big girl now, and Emma doesn't understand that David just cares about her. He thinks he can tell her what to do, and there's nothing Emma hates more than being told what to do and what not to do,"

Regina studied my face, I figured she was trying to see if I had told her the truth, or I just wanted to make her feel better. I squished her shoulder and then let it go, placing my hand, next to the other one, over my lap. I started playing with the car keys, I was kind of uncomfortable with Regina staring at me.

"Finally you came back," someone said and knocked my window. I turned to see Emma smiling. "Who's in there?" she said, from her standing position she could only see Regina's legs but not her face, so the blonde kneeled a little bit. "What is she doing with you?" Emma asked confused.

"She helped me with carrying the stuff and needed a lift," I replied opening the door. I looked at Emma's disappointed face. "What?"

"Nothing, I just imagined Regina's first time in the bug to turn out a little bit different," she shrugged. Regina, who was now outside of the car, smirked at my friend.

"There will always be more drives, Miss Swan" Regina said closing the car's door "Thanks for the ride Miss Blanchard," she turned on her heels and started to cros the street. "See you later,"

Emma and I watched her leave. "She is coming!" my best friend hit my arm, overfilled with excitement. "Move, move! So much to do, so little time," she added grabbing some bags and rushing into the building. I rubbed were she had hit me couple of times before I took some bags and followed her inside the apartment.

After doing few trips up and down the stairs, Emma and I had carried all the things that I had bought into the kitchen. What I loved the most about organizing parties with Emma was making the preparations with her. Emma and I had been inseparable practically since the day we were born, and we did everything together. But cooking with Emma was by far one of my favorite activities. She was a mess in the kitchen, but everything she made tasted so good. Specially if the receipt involved alcohol. It was like if she had a talent for mess things around and still manage to do the most tasteful food ever.

By the time we were done, the floor was covered with flour, chocolate had splashed every inch of the table, all the kitchen towels I owned smelled like vodka and our hair was covered with all kinds of eatable things. But we had done the most amazing fare I had ever seen.

"This is a mess," I pointed out.

"It doesn't look any worse than the other times we've cooked," fair enough. "Common, let's clean this and get dressed." Emma said picking a mop and starting to clean up the floor. "I'll lend you something sexy." she smiled at me, "Well, there's no way you'll meet your Prince Charming wearing a rag,"

I giggled as I hit her with the cloth I had just picked up to clean the table. I had no idea who Emma had in mind to be my next date, but she loved playing Cupid, the matchmaker. So many similarities with Jane Austen's novel Emma, it was probably a name thing. "You are impossible," I said, more to myself than to her.

"I heard that!" Emma said but didn't stop mopping, she just started singing Cinderella's The Work song and continued doing her job.

Pursing my lips into a smile, I admitted to myself that having Emma as a roommate would not be as terrible as I feared at first. Then I turned at the table and continued to my scrubbing duty while I heard Emma chanting and joined the chorus.