WHO: Hook and Elle Bishop... And Surprise Regina! Yay! WHAT: Coming home from the bar to a pleasant surprise! WHERE: Jones' house WHEN: Tuesday Night, probably late WARNINGS: We'll see but maybe some fun sexy times! STATUS: Complete
This place was getting a little full, by Hook's estimate. Regina's arrival had been sudden and surprising. He still didn't know exactly how to place her showing up in all of her fiery glory. Granted, the Queen certainly had enough power to hopefully see him out of this fucking hell hole. But partnering with Regina rarely seemed like a wise plan. He didn't trust anyone, but her especially. She didn't seem able to maintain a partnership without an eminent backstabbing and his back was still quite tender from Swan. Aligning with her was ill-advised at best, but if she could see him home there was little alternative. It was really a matter of convincing her that he was best off with his heart in his chest, and that would be a terribly hard idea to impress on her.
Especially considering she'd neglected to come over for that conversation they'd agreed upon. It made him wary but he certainly wasn't going to go out and look for The Evil Queen. When she wanted to find him, she would. He just wouldn't spend his time with his thumb up his ass whilst he waited.
Going out to drink hadn't been planned, but he didn't regret it. This seemed like a good a day as any to get properly drunk. Even if the swill at the bar had been mediocre. It had almost been nice to drink with people rather than alone. He supposed he didn't have much of an opinion on either Danny or Steve, but they had been surprisingly good company. He didn't always get on with other men, but he'd somehow managed to go the night without severely offending either of them. It hardly solved his problems but it was pleasant to be able to forget about them for a little while.
It was rather late by the time he finally dragged himself out of the bar. He wasn't properly drunk; it was just too much work to keep ordering drinks. He needed a bottle to himself and all those waited at home. He wanted to be so drunk he couldn't see straight, and that required him returning home. He didn't leave the doors locked, but he did notice that the lights were on, which was not how he remembered them being. It didn't bother him, though, he hardly noticed the lights. He could have left them on for days and not have really noticed.
Instead of veering towards his rum, he went to the kitchen. In a rare mood, he was actually hungry. Food first, then getting as blasted as possible.