Drinking game where Mac reveals embarrassing stories about Killian
40. "Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"
Separate Lives verse (in between chapter 16 and 17) ish
"Careful with her, she's deadly with those darts." Killian teased her as she stood in front of the target with a dart in her hand. Mac chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.
"I'm pretty sure she's deadly with more than those darts." Mac replied.
"So, what are we betting on?" Killian asked.
"There is no bet." Emma replied as she eyed the center of the target and felt the dart in her hand.
He got closer to her, taking ownership of her personal space as he always did, "Swan, it's no fun if there isn't something at stake…" He whispered in her ear, raising goosebumps on her arms.
"I'm not betting against you, Hook." She whispered closely to him, raising an eyebrow and he had to bit his lower lip to suppress the urge of kissing her. "I know how you play." She finished.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her as he retreated and grabbed his beer. "If the lady refuses…" He said shrugging.
"I'll bet." Mac said. "Emma, if you nail that dart, I'll tell you about the time Killian fell butt off into the ground during a chase…"
Emma raised an eyebrow at Mac while Killian looked at him enraged. "Seriously, mate? You are my partner…" He sighed.
Mac bit his bottom lip and shrugged at Killian. "Life is not fair, sunshine."
Emma focused on the target, trying to ignore Killian's intense stare. She aimed, took a deep breath and sent the dart out of her hand. She nailed it. She turned around and smirked at Killian, who sighed and scratched behind his ear.
"Alright, pay up." Emma said and Mac handed her a beer.
"It was the first winter Killian was here in Jersey," Mac started, "And we've had heavy snow the day before and rain and it had formed this slippery ice on the surface in half of the city." He took a sip of his beer. "So there we are, at a stake and enjoying some very nice warm coffee and cannoli, when all of the sudden, this knucklehead spots the guy we were after…"
Killian averted his eyes to the floor and Mac smirked at him, "So Detective Jones in here storms out of the car and starts chasing the guy as if he were a damn hero, not paying attention to the massive ice layer in the middle of the road."
Mac raised his hand for the big finale, "And there he went, our fine example of impeccable police thinking slips on the floor and crashes bottoms down into the pavement. Needless to say, I caught the guy."
Emma burst laughing at Killian, who scratched behind his ear and bit his bottom lip.
"Yes, now you know… he's not as good as everyone thinks he is." Mac teased. "I'll go get another beer." He said and smiled knowingly, leaving the two of them alone.
Emma looked at Killian and grinned. He smirked back, slowly approaching her, his jaw caressing her cheek as he leaned into her.
"Have I entered an alternate realm or did you really just crack a smile for me, Swan? He whispered in her ear, his lips almost brushing her skin.
She leaned in, softly touching his jaw with her lips, "At you…" She whispered.
"Aye, right."