What we have

The talk

His eyes found hers in a matter of seconds. She was sitting on the bar, face absolutely unreadable, while she drank what looked to be a tequila.

He wondered why she was alone, why she didn’t seem to have company. 

She was with Robin, and even if he didn’t have time, he was sure a lot of people would like to go out with Regina.
Well that would be pretty unorthodox, but he couldn’t blame anyone.

She was beautiful after all.

His feet walked along the room almost automatically, as he took the seat next to her, ordering a shot of vodka for himself.

“Hey there.” She was drunk. 

He immediately realized that she was at the way she was talking, the way she was not-very-subtly leaning into him as she greeted him. 

“How is Prince Charming doing?” Her voice was weirdly silent as she asked the question. Not the powerful mayor-voice he was used to. He raised his eyebrows at the fact that she was actually talking to him. Even though their relationship had – sort of – improved, Regina was never thrilled to see him, and much less to talk to him. She usually just overlooked him, not paying any attention at all.

“I am good.” He answered shortly, not wanting to annoy her, but she seemed to have other plans.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m good.” He really didn’t understand the question. Why would he mean anything else? Except that thinking about it - he wasn’t. He still decided to shut up about it. He didn’t need the major - the evil queen -  to know his problems.

But she just nodded, turning her head to the barkeeper again, and ordered another drink. 

“I think she had enough.” David intervened while he stood up. “Come on, I’ll get you home.”

Regina just shook her head. 

“No?” David's voice was full of questions as he looked at her.

“No.” 

Regina was weird when she was drunk. That much was clear. He didn’t quite grasp why she wanted to stay. She was obviously way too drunk to drink more, but she seemed quite content. Unless-

“Everything okay between Robin and you?” David frowned, held her gaze that shot daggers at him, while she breathed in sharply.    

It was the only explanation really. Why else would she sit here in the night, getting drunk, all alone?

“Everything is fine between us.” Her voice was sharp but somehow he believed her.

“Why are you here then?” The little question that escaped David’s mouth wasn’t planned to come out quite as silent as it did.

“He’s at work.” Her answer was almost even more silent and her soft voice surprised him. “I just wanted to go out. It’s not like I am incapable of going out alone.”

He just nodded silently, while he took a seat again. “No, you’re not.”

Her answer surprised him. Almost like she herself didn’t believe she was capable of having fun on her own. His thoughts were silently interrupted by her: “Henry is at Emma’s.”
The way she said these words was like a stab to his heart. Hurt, almost broken, she said the words, and David nodded silently.