A bit late was an understatement, and even Regina had to be aware. It was nearing three in the morning, by his estimate. That was certainly past the appropriate hours for calling. He was not a patient sort and he had not wanted to laze about waiting for her. Going out to drink hadn't been a terrible plan, and he hadn't assumed that Elle stopping by would be, either. He had thought the Queen had decided to put him off for the day, and he was free to do what he pleased.
Of course not. He never was that lucky.
He might have had a chance to warn Elle a bit if Regina had used the door like a normal person, instead of poofing into his foyer like a maniac. Even he remembered the bitch click of her heels across the floor, from when he'd met her in the Enchanted Forest. He was not that lucky. He barely got a chance to notice her before he was flying across the room, landing squarely on his back and with none too gentle a toss. There was enough alcohol in him to make his reaction sluggish, but he grimaced just the same. Well, this wasn't good.
A part of him was resigned to the fact there was nothing he could do about it Regina's sudden spurt of violence. It was more than just the bland acceptance that she was more powerful than he. He would fight back if he had the opportunity in most instances. But he still had need of Regina, and trying to fight back would only make getting what he wanted from her more difficult. She was not quick to forgive, and for lack of better options, he needed her. This she might be able to forgive, if he managed to stab her for her destruction, it was not as likely. Which meant what little fight he might have offered was denied him.
And he fucking hated it.
Regina tossed the poor blonde out the window with a twitch of her finger. The pirate moved onto his elbows and watched with an almost baffled look, but there wasn't shit he could do about it, anyway. The fireballs, however, were decidedly unnecessary.
"For fuck's sake, Regina," He growled, moving to his feet with a surprising amount of grace considering the amount of alcohol racing through his veins. It wasn't wise, but he stalked towards her anyway, using the small advantage of height, even though it didn't offer much. Maybe an inch or two. "You show up fucking hours late and you're going to trash my bloody house?" Okay, so, maybe this wasn't the best course of action, but he was tipsy enough to let anger get the better of him. Considering she was just lobbing about fireballs that would certainly leave more of a mark than Elle’s shocks, he probably shouldn’t have been going about closing the distance.