Who: Emma Swan; open to anyone else Where: creepy hotel bar What: Some light tension relief with some questionably stocked alcohol after a long day of finding no new information. When: Wednesday night; Status/Rating: Open; possible language, drinking, PG13ish
Having wandered enough of the hotel by now, Emma knew exactly where to go when her stress headache resulted in sleep being a non-possibility. With Henry safely tucked away, hopefully where he'd stay until the morning, Emma had sought respite at the old, shoddy hotel bar. She wasn't one to turn to drinking in times of stress, but right then she really just needed to get something to chill out and try and help her sleep at least marginally tonight.
Not finding Grace was a massive disappointment, and not just for Jefferson; Emma would rather the girl was there and around so that Jefferson stayed mostly stable than the constant worry that he was just going to get more and more unhinged the longer they didn't know where his daughter was or how she was, the fear of 'what if' could be a highly dangerous thing, especially with Jefferson's less than stellar grasp on doing reckless and stupid things in desperation.
With a bottle on the counter, a glass in front of her, Emma was mostly nursing the drink at that point rather than actually drinking it, letting the thoughts and questions swirl through her mind, trying like hell to figure out just what the hell they could try next to either get the hell out of this place or get answers as to why they were here.