Killian, Tink and Will were sitting at the bar enjoying their first round as Emma finished the song with a final "I need a hero!" where she threw her head back and her arms in the air. The three of them joined in the clapping and cheering. Killian's eyes fell to the loudest table and spotted Elsa and knew that Emma must be with them. It would also make sense as they were the loudest.
Emma was red in the face as she walked off the stage and back to her friends. "I hate you," she told Elsa,
"No you don't," replied her friend. "You loved that. You got super into it."
"I might of, just a little," Emma admitted. "But I do recall drinks were promised to me. So who's going to buy me my first drink for my amazing performance?"
"I will," laughed David.
David was ordering Emma's drink and she was stood next to him went she felt a hesitant tap on her shoulder. "Quite a performance there Swan,"
"Jones!" she said her whole body turning around to see her neighbour standing there are the bar. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here with my mates," he said gesturing back towards a man and woman standing only a little bit away at the bar. The woman was a pretty, pixie-like woman with her blonde hair pulled up into a bun, standing next to a guy with short brown hair wearing a leather jacket.
"Tink and Will I presume,"
"Aye,"
"Well I hope it doesn't end like it did last time,"
"I can assure you that it won't,"
"So how much of my performance did you see?" her hand went to rub the bridge of her nose,
"Virtually all of it, I believe" he grinned.
"Oh god,"
"Don't be embarrassed, love," Killian told her, "I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was nice to see you let loose, for once."
Emma was about to ask him what he meant by that but David had caught on to the fact that Emma's attention was now upon someone else. "Who's this?" he asked her, holding her drink in his hand.
"David, this is my neighbour, Killian Jones. Jones this is my friend David," she introduced them.
"Nice to meet you mate," said Killian as he extended his hand, David shook his hand but the hostile look he continued to harbour.
-x-
"Who are they talking to?" Mary-Margaret asked as she peered over at her husband and Emma talking to some man at the bar. Elsa moved so she could get a look and raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.
"That's...I think that's Killian Jones,"
"Wait, as in the neighbour?"
"Yes," nodded Elsa with a large knowing smile on her face.
"What do you mean the neighbour?" August said, his head now also turning to get a good look. But Mary-Margaret had already gotten up and was walking over to them. She smiled kindly as she stood next to David who automatically put an arm around her.
"You must be Killian," she smiled kindly. Emma immediately wanted the ground to swallow her up; they had hardly even said anything and already it felt like they were her parents judging her new boyfriend. Not that they were her parents or that Killian was near anything of the sorts of being her boyfriend.
"Ah, so you've heard of me?"
"This is Mary-Margaret," Emma quickly interjected, as she felt the blush rising to her cheeks.
"It's lovely to meet you,"
"You too," she smiled. "Would you like to come and join us?"
"I'm actually not by myself, I'm with some friends,"
"They're more than welcome to join us. After all more the merrier,"
"Oh, um," he scratched behind his ear and turned to look at Emma, as if he was looking for her consent or approval. She shrugged her shoulders in response, so he took that as she was okay with it. He turned around and got Tink's attention, who then dragged Will over to where Killian was.
"Tink, Will, this is Emma, my neighbour. And her friends Mary-Margaret and David," he introduced, "Emma, Mary-Margaret, David, these are my friends Tink and Will."
Tink automatically turned to Emma and gave her a wide smile, "It's lovely to finally meet you, I've heard so about you, so it's great to finally be able to put a face to the name, I've been hearing so much about."
"It's nice to meet the both of you too," Emma nodded and then turned to Killian who looked a bit sheepish,
"Don't I know you," David said turning to Will,
"No, don't think so," Will answered in his English accent, which Emma noticed was a lot thicker than Killian's.
"I'm sure I do," David said thoughtfully. Then slowly recognition fell across his face, "You're that guy that got brought to the station for getting drunk and breaking into a library a couple weeks back!"
At once all their faces turned to Will.
"Think you've got the wrong person, mate,"
"Will Scarlett?"
"Ah," Will said as he scratched beneath his chin. "That wasn't one of the greatest moments of my life,"
"You've been brought in for a quite a few theft cases as well haven't you?"
"David!" Mary-Margaret said through gritted teeth and hit him gently,
"That was quite a while ago," Will defended
"Come on David," Emma said. "We've all done things we aren't proud of. You don't lord my thieving days over me,"
That got David to drop the subject, but immediately intrigued Killian and surprised Will. "Shall we go back over to the table?" Mary-Margaret suggested.
"Yeah, lets," agreed Emma and she took her drink from David.
-x-
It was surprising how well Killian's friends merged with Emma's, sure it was a bit awkward at first but in no time everything felt natural. `"Who would have known it Swan," Killian said to her as they stood up at the bar, "That we were connected by other means than just being neighbours,"
"Just because one of your friends knows one of my friends it doesn't make us connected,"
"Technically its two, Tink knows Regina, and David knows Will. Speaking of which, you used to be a thief?"
"Some of us, have what could be considered a troubled past,"
"I'm not judging, love, just intrigued," he told her and she could see nothing that indicated he was lying, "And you're not alone in having a difficult past,"
"Is that so?" she said as she took a sip of her drink,
"Aye, it is, but perhaps they'll be stories for another day,"
"Perhaps," she nodded "You still have yet to sing, you know"
"I don't think I could possibly top your performance Swan. I mean, that was truly something else, but you need not worry you do not have to look anymore,"
"What?"
"You don't need a hero anymore love," he smiled with a sinful smirk as he leant forward and whispered into her ear, "You've already found him,"
"Excuse me, Jones, but the only person who saves me is me. I am in no need of a hero,"
"I believe our past encounters would prove otherwise,"
"I just allowed you to help me, you know, to help boost the confidence of the delicate little florist,"
"There's nothing little or delicate about me love," he winked, "I can show you if you like."
Emma's green eyes glanced down then back up at him, a small smile playing on his lips both of them looking at the other with intoxicated gazes. "As I've told you before. You wouldn't be able to handle it. Just like it appears you can't very well handle your drink, you've only had a couple. No wonder you turned up at my flat completely wasted, I'm sure you remember that Captain?"
"Captain?" he queried,
"I guess that's my and your drunk self's little secret," Emma told him playfully and she could see a flash of concern go across his face.
"Nevertheless, I can handle my drink perfectly well,"
"What is it you are drinking anyway?"
"Rum,"
Emma took his glass out of his hand and drank it in one and handed him back his glass. "Well, if you'd like to put your money where your mouth is, let's have a drinking competition shall we?"
"Let's,"
Emma turned her head around to look over at their table and shouted over, "Who's up for a game?"
There was a resounding cheer from their very drunk friends.
-x-
"Hey!" Emma exclaimed as she slapped Killian's arm. He's been looking at her anyway so he just raised an eyebrow in response. "I just remembered, you didn't sing!"
"You were the one who wanted to start a drinking game. It's too late for singing now," he said gesturing around to the taxi they were in, "We aren't in the pub anymore,"
"Yeah, because it was closing time, they cut our game short," she pouted
They'd never managed to actually finish the game as the pub had closed sending the large group of friends off in their retrospective directions home. Emma had planned on going back to Elsa's but her friend had insisted that she just get in the taxi with Killian and go to her own home.
"But is was karaoke, you're meant to sing,"
"Is this you asking me to serenade you?" Killian asked his words slurring slightly,
"Maybe," Emma giggled,
"I will sing to you whenever and wherever you want love,"
"Tink told me you sing to your plants,"
"Oh," he moaned as he head went back and hands covered his face, "I'm going to kill her."
"If you sing to me, will I grow up big and strong and beautiful?" she teased him
"You're all ready too big and strong and beautiful, my singing would be of no use,"
"Are you flirting with me Killian Jones?"
"What gave it away?" Killian smirked.
Emma leant further towards him so their noses were practically touching, "Many things," she whispered to him. Her eyes glancing down at his lips.
They paid the taxi man his fare and then the two continued to flirt back and forth as they stumbled up the stairs of their apartment complex. Emma leant back on her door her left hand on the handle as Killian stood mere millimetres away from her. The only way he could describe the look she was giving him was that of a siren. Calling him to her with her sultry smile, her teeth biting her lip.
"It was fun bumping into you," she told him,
"Aye, that it was,"
"I'll see you around,"
"Will I be getting any late night knocks on my door, you requesting me to undress you?"
"Only in your dreams," Emma retorted,
"And what pleasant dreams they shall be too."
Emma tilted her head as she looked at him, "Do you want to come in?" she asked him slowly as if she was unsure herself as to what she was asking. "You can sing to me if you like," she giggled as she opened her door and left it open for him to follow.