Thank for all the support, sadly I'll have to put this in hiatus until January - I have no time to update. I'll probably publish something for thanksgiving (the American, since the Canadian already passed) and for Christmas.

I'm sorry, but I'm really fed up with college :/

I'm also sorry for the mistakes I might have done - it's almost 2am for me and I can't see them anymore :P point them out and I'll change them ASAP.

Also, to all my Latvian fellows, stay strong - Dievs Sveti Latviju.

Mara

MARY MARGARET'S POV

It was not the first time we had ended up in jail. We were actually quite familiar with the cells by now. None of our parents bailed us out when we were underage, so why would they do it now? We usually ended up here for being drunk and disturbing the public peace. But for possession of drugs, we had only been two times, this being the second one. It didn't mean that we would panic, we knew better. It'd probably end like last time: 100 hours of community service, which I was completely fine with. I'd probably choose working at the orphanage or at the hospital, I actually liked helping people.

My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps.

"David?" Emma stood up and walked towards the bars that separated her from her brother. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you how disappointed I am at you," he told his sister, "At all of you," he stared at me, I could feel him burning me with his glare. "You are 22 years old, is time for you to grow up and face that you are not in high school anymore."

"We just wanted to have fun," my best friend replied.

"Fun doesn't get you arrested."

That was it, I'd not allow anyone to talk like that to Emma, not even her brother - I didn't matter how hot he was: we always lived by the statement 'Chicks before dicks,' and this was one of those situations.

Beside, there was only one person that got to be all bitchy with Emma, and that was me.

"Hey, that's enough," I stood next to Emma, "We didn't think someone would call the cops,"

"It seems like that's your problem," David shifting his glare from his sister to me. "You didn't think."

Emma's fist tightened, I bet she would have punched him if it wouldn't be for the bars separating us with David.

"This is the real world," he opened his arms and looked around, "Where everything you do, has a consequence," His eyes then stared at my neck, for a moment I didn't understand, but then I remembered the hickey. I covered it with my hand as fast as I could. "A hickey, for example can change the opinion a person has about you," he pointed out after a while. David clear thought that the hickey was from tonight's party since it had remained hidden by Emma's make up until Graham let us wash our faces.

"You're a fucking jerk," Emma spat, she knew how much his words had affected me and she knew who had really done the hickey.

"Good-night, Emma," he addressed to his sister, then stared at me one last time, turn around at left the Sheriff's office.

I had seen how hurt he was, it was a shadow in his eyes. It killed me. It killed me to think that I was the reason behind the pain. I had let him down. I had a thorn in my heart due to the conversation we just had with David. I could see that Emma was hurt too, one thing was to be angry with your sibling, but to know that you had disappointed him, that must feel really bad. Graham had tried to cheer us up, but he failed on doing so. I felt bad for Graham as well, I knew he was just doing his job, and that will probably cost him a fight with David.

The only one that used her phone call was Ruby, who called a pizza delivery service and ordered 5 pizzas - we were hungry like the wolves. Truth to be told: we never took our arrests too serious; neither did Graham, who was usually the one that lent us the money for the take-outs and put us in the same cell. He just wanted us to sober up, make a statement with a fake promise of never doing it again, and let us go. For us, being in jail was like a Prison Break themed pyjama's party. And for him, well I guess he had a good company for that night's midnight snack.

Mario, the pizza delivery guy, came ten minutes after Ruby called, charged Graham for the food, winked at us (his favourite clients) and left the sheriff's office. Mario was the son of the only italian couple in Storybrooke, naturally they owned a Pizzeria which served the best pizza in all the state. He had attended high school with David and Graham, but they were never more than classmates. Such a shame, because if they would have been friends, we would get pizza for free.

It took three slides of pizza each to go back to our regular cheerful selves and forget about the fight we had with Emma's brother.

"He obviously belongs with Captain America!" Emma exclaimed before giving a bite to her slice of pizza. "Graham, you agree with me, don't you?" she asked the sheriff. Graham nodded, his mouth was full with a piece of pizza.

"What?" Ruby asked offended. "They have nothing in common! He and Hulk, both scientists, both awkward,"

"Iron man is not awkward," Emma pointed out, "And I'd totally do him,"

I giggled while Ruby fist bumped Emma.

"Well, I'm sorry, ladies," I grabbed a pizza slide from the cardboard box, "But my OTP is canon: Iron Man and Pepper Potts, FTW" I said sticking my tongue out. Emma jumped to grab my tongue while it was still out, but she was too slow. I was going to say that she owned me two dares now, but I was interrupted by the echo of high heels clashing against the floor.

"Are you seriously talking about Iron Man's pairings?" A female voice asked.

From the increasing volume of her tone I could deduce she was walking towards us. I saw Emma, she was speech less. Only one person caused that reaction on Emma: Regina. It was as if Regina had a superpower, I wish I could shut Emma up with just one look. Because my best friend obviously didn't know how to keep quiet, and in some situations you just needed to be quiet. I turned my head to see the brunette wearing the same clothes she had worn for our party.

"And you bought pizza, I won't believe Sheriff Graham would allow such behavior," she added.

"What can I say?" Ruby shrugged. "Graham has a weak spot for bad girls," She winked at Graham and Graham smiled at her. I couldn't help but to feel bad for Belle, she was probably worried sick for Ruby's wellbeing, and here she was: flirting with Graham

"You have been arrested for possession of illegal substances, Miss Nolan," Regina snapped. "You should be worried,"

"We've been arrested for that before," Emma added not giving importance.

"I'm well aware of that," the woman that was on the other side of the bars replied taking three files out from her purse and dropping them over the table. "I'd had come before, but I had to pick these three personal records. I see you've been busy since you all turned 15," she pointed at our thick files.

Emma's jaw dropped and, once again, her mouth couldn't articulate anything. "What are you doing with those?" the blonde asked.

"Well, David told me he wouldn't pay an attorney," Regina explained, by her tone I could deduced that she agreed with David's actions. "So the city appointed one," the pointed herself. "To your case,"

I stared at Emma, she didn't like this. It was because Regina had her personal record, everything she had done or said during her wild years was written in there. It made her feel insecure and exposed. And I knew Emma hated feeling like that way. Specially since it was Regina, and she would probably read everything that the file contained.

"Please, Sheriff, would you give us a minute?" Regina asked Graham, he nodded and walked out of the building. Our attorney didn't say anything until she heard the door closing behind Graham's exit. "Now let's get down to business, shall we?" She leaned on one of the deputy's desk and opening a file. It didn't matter which one she had grabbed to read, we had done the same things and our files were pretty similar "Last time you were charged with possession of marihuana you had been caught smoking it on school grounds," she pointed out raising an eyebrow, silently asking if we had actually been that stupid. "Drugs test came back positive."

We nodded it, she didn't have to read the file to remind us of the stuff we had made.

"Can't we do this tomorrow?" Ruby asked, she sounded pretty tired. We all were, specially since we had had two party nights in a row - we were getting old.

"No," our attorney muttered

"I didn't picture you as a workaholic," the waitress pointed out.

"Are you kidding me?" the blonde girl turned to the faux-SheWolf "I bet she even has a Carpe Diem magnet on her fridge," they both laughed.

My gaze shifted from Emma and Ruby to Regina, who was just staring at my two friends not amused at all. Something told me that Regina didn't want to work this case and that's why she wanted to get over with it as soon as possible. Maybe she was actually appointed by the city, even against her will. The city - the court is controlled by the mayor, Regina's mother, who was the current mayor and the only candidate that Regina was running against. Mayor Cora Mills must have done this to discredit Regina and make her lose popularity. Because the people of Storybrooke would just assume that if Regina can't win a trial, she's not fit to run the city - as if one thing had anything to do with the other.

I elbowed Emma. She stopped laughing when she saw my deadly serious face. Ruby followed shortly after. They both said a weak "I'm sorry," and kept quiet.

"Did you take the test tonight?" Regina asked after a while. We nodded once more. "Did any of you eat the brownies or any food that contained any type of drugs?"

I hadn't, I just ate Ruby's finger food, which was made by granny so it had no drugs for sure. I looked at Emma and at Ruby and they looked at me. None of us said they had eaten the brownies. Was it possible that none of us had ingested the drugs?

Because if that was the case, by the time the results came back saying that we had no traces of marihuana; everyone that had attended to the party and actually tried the brownies and got high would be their normal selves again. And then, the sheriff wouldn't have anything to tie us to the drugs, other than the statement someone had made telling him that there was weed on the party. But the statement was worthless without proof to backup the story - I knew that because I had read Maine's laws with Emma, when Regina caught my friend's interest.

"Then it'll all be fine," Regina closed the binder with all our stories. "Graham won't have proof and he'll have to let you go," she had a smile on her face. Was she happy that she'd prove the sheriff wrong? Or was she happy that Emma wouldn't be prosecuted for drug abuse? Either way, I was happy for the three of us. A thing like that in your permanent record was not good, specially if you were looking for a job.

"See?" Emma asked. "Nothing to worry about, can I have my file back?"

"You cannot have your personal file, Miss Swan," Regina stood up and walked towards off, "it's the police's property,"

"Jeez," Emma let out, "I just don't want you to read what's inside. I have my copy,"

I peeled my eyes at Emma. It was true, we had a personal copy but it was because we had broken in and snitched them from the sheriff's office. She couldn't say that to a lawyer, there were so many infractions involved.

"Having a copy means you stole your file, and that's federal offense," Regina said, almost reading my thoughts. "Now, answer my question and do it carefully. Do you have a copy of your personal file, Miss Swan?" She stared at Emma, who gulped and shook her head.

"No, Miss Mills," Emma replied. "I do not have a copy of my persona file," Regina knew Emma was lying, but at least now she could pretend she didn't know about it.

"Very well," Regina put our files inside her bag. "I'll see you all tomorrow," she added and left the room without even looking at Emma or saying anything to Graham on her way out.