Mary Margaret Blanchard (fairestteacher) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-19 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mary margaret blanchard (snow white), regina mills (evil queen) |
Who: Mary Margaret Blanchard and Regina Mills
What: Bringing Regina a dream item to keep safe
When: Backdated: Early January
Where: A Bar
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Mary Margaret hadn’t been out to a bar in awhile, what with Ruby having left and Emma being pregnant, so she had agreed to meet Regina at one when it had been suggested. Meeting up with Regina no longer seemed strange or caused Mary Margaret to become nervous beforehand and that was probably partly due to the fact that they had more or less become friends in the dreams as well. They were no longer at odds with each other and were pretty much on the same side when it came to things in Storybrooke and their brief time back in the Enchanted Forest.
Reaching the bar, Mary Margaret headed inside, the candle she’d received from the dreams, which was the other reason they were meeting tonight, was safely inside her purse. Taking a look around the interior of the bar, she looked to see if Regina was there yet.
That candle’s arrival was bitterly poetic, considering Regina’s fresh encounter with the Queen of Hearts herself - or a version of her, at least. One without magic. Salt to the wound, perhaps, and she didn’t know what the hell she’d even do with that thing. But considering it’d been a murder weapon used by supposedly the ‘purest’ of them all to off her mother, Mary Margaret probably didn’t want the reminder of it either.
Their destination to meet was a clean watering hole. A martini lounge, where the bartenders had actual uniforms and the glasses the cocktails were served were polished and sanitized and the chairs weren’t at risk of giving you an infection. Spotting Mary Margaret was easy - search for the woman likely dressed as a librarian - and she pushed through the crowd, setting her clutch purse on the bartop. “This place draws the more attractive men, I think,” she smirked, crossing her bare legs. Nothing fancy, just a penciled dress that was more casual than business for once. “Not pining for your Lucky Charms might do you some good, Blanchard.”
“I’m trying not to, but it’s difficult when I dream about us sharing one heart,” Mary Margaret took the seat beside Regina then ordered her own drink. She wanted to ask Regina if she thought that that would bleed over, but if the spot on her heart hadn’t bled over then it was unlikely that she’d now possess only half a heart. Like Emma had said, something like that would likely kill her. She might have been slightly magical as a result of being a fairy tail character now, but even that wouldn’t change her biology, right?
Hm, what would put a damper on things, wouldn’t it? Regina ordered a filthy vodka martini, a side of blue cheese stuffed olives with it. Wine was something she’d drink at home in comfier clothes, next to the fireplace. “You can risk wasting your time waiting for him or you can move on with your life,” she advised, raising a sharp brow. “The person you end up with there just may not be the person you end up with in this life, is all I mean. Look at Emma and Neal.”
Enough said there. They were starting a cute little family for themselves, a chance that her green with envy sister had taken from them in Storybrooke - and they were happy, living in the present. Charming and Snow did have this romantically obnoxious habit of ‘always finding each other’ so, really, who knew.
“I know.” Sometimes Mary Margaret wondered if it wouldn’t have been better if she’d never started dreaming in the first place, but then she’d think about how she’d be missing out on knowing Emma and Regina because before the dreams she rarely did anything outside of the shelter. Aside from the pining for David part, Mary Margaret really was happier now than she had been before she’d started dreaming. “It would probably be easier to move on if I had any real dating experience. I’ll admit, I’ve never really dated before.”
No offense, Snow White, but that explained quite a bit. Regina bit back a snort, piercing an olive with one of those plastic little daggers, making sure to keep the cheese crumbles inside. “Throw yourself out there, I suppose. You could surprise yourself.”
Not that she had the best track record in relationships in either world. A nasty divorce, a relationship that felt more like an obligation. Over there her first love was murdered before her eyes by her psychotic mother, and her ‘true love’ was the infamous Robin Hood who didn’t realize his wife wasn’t actually his wife and had been manipulated to fuck (and then impregnate) her very own sister.
A legitimate reason to generously sip her martini. She didn’t come here for dating advice, but she’d admit it was a good distraction. “You’ve got the candle?”
Mary Margaret nodded, “Maybe I’ll sign up for on-line dating. Fairest of them all, looking for her Prince Charming.” She couldn’t help but laugh as she said it, “God that’s corny.” Taking another sip of her drink, she nodded in response to Regina’s question. She hadn’t expected to get to the candle so quickly, but from everything she knew of Regina, she was always pretty straight forward and rarely, if ever, beat around the bush.
“I do.” Placing her drink down on the bar top, Mary Margaret opened her clutch and took the candle out. Both ends had clearly been burnt so the magic, if any, had already used. She held it low, not wanting to advertise it, not that anyone around would see anything but a black and white double ended candle.
At least she realized it was corny, good god. Going out to social events and mingling wouldn’t hurt - if she didn’t want a relationship right away, finding someone to recreationally past time with wasn’t an awful idea. Though this was coming from the reformed queen who had been cuddling with a manwhore pirate in a hotel room, so what the hell did she know about going about things?
“It’s not a gun, Mary Margaret, you don’t need to be sneaky about it,” Regina scoffed, taking the damn thing from her. It was harmless. Useless. Nonetheless, it was her mother’s murder weapon - it didn’t bring up the best of memories. Especially when she had recently paid the woman a visit to threaten her into stay away from this wretched place. “It’ll be a lovely souvenir for home, I’m sure.”
Perhaps she was overreacting over it a little bit, but the candle weirded her out, even if it couldn’t actually do anything in the waking world, “My tiara was a better souvenir.” Her engagement ring from Charming would have been a better souvenir, but that hadn’t shown up yet and she didn’t know if it ever would. Of course if that showed up then it’d probably be even harder for her to get over David so maybe it was better that it hadn’t shown up. “I’ll say, having your mother take over my body was probably one of the strangest events in my dreams.” It was during that event that Mary Margaret found out what her own mother had done to Regina’s way back when to prevent Cora from marrying her father.
The candle easily enough invoked what felt like an instinctive bitterness to most things, but it wasn’t rational - and logic helped snuff some of it out, while the remaining bit stubbornly persisted. “Cora’s an absolutely peach in person, too,” Regina dryly commented and tucked the ‘weapon’ away. Out of sight, hopefully mostly out of mind? What would she even do with it besides glare at it and eventually set it ablaze with her mind?
Thirst craving that alcoholic beverage, she took a sip of the martini. “That’s why I was in New York. She tried making contact with me with all intents and purposes of visiting, so Killian and I paid her a visit to ensure she doesn’t cross the line here.”
Mary Margaret’s eyes widened slightly and she reached for her own drink, “The last thing we need is for her to start having dreams.” Unless Cora was drastically different in real life from her dream counterpart, Mary Margaret didn’t think that Cora would decide not to torment her for the things that had happened in the dreams. “Did you succeed in deterring her, permanently, from coming?”
“I think Killian deterred her more than I did,” Regina chuckled, decidedly leaving that vague. His hook had still been enchanted and he’d, ah, given it a go. But Mary Margaret’s concern was what mirrored her own; Cora wasn’t exactly all that different, and a drop of redemption only came two seconds before she took her last breath in her arms over in Storybrooke. None of them needed to have her go on a shady plot of trying to become the Dark One while it was possible for Emma to become one here, too.
Arms resting atop the bar, she sighed. “But, yes, she won’t be crossing this territory. Keeping her distance is the best thing she could have done for me - I’d rather not think how I would have ended with her influencing me.”
Hearing that Regina had gone to New York with Killian caused quite a few questions to formulate, but Mary Margaret decided not to ask them at the moment. Knowing what she did about Hook working with Cora when they’d first met when her and Emma had been sent to the Enchanted Forest, she could understand why he too would not want her to come to Orange County. “That’s good to hear.” She would be able to sleep more soundly knowing that Cora wouldn’t be showing up. “I for one prefer you non-influenced.”
They could all sleep more soundly with Cora being far, far away, and not fucking things up. Regina would let sleeping dogs lie up until mother dearest decided to not heed their warning, if that would ever happen - and if it did, well, she’d contemplate on a solution if the time ever came.
“How sweet of you,” retorted the queen, smiling wryly, and traced the rim of her glace with the tip of her finger. “And since we’re here, maybe I can persuade you into going home with someone’s number. Waiting for Charming’s not going to do you any good, Blanchard.”
“Regina!” Mary Margaret exclaimed softly, a hint of a smile upon her lips, “I can’t just go up to some stranger and ask for their number.” Sometimes she wished that she had the confidence that her dream counterpart had. If only that level of confidence could bleed over into the waking world.
“Use some tact, moron.” Regina’s eyes rolled, but the look on Snow’s face? It only cemented the fact that she needed to get the hell out there and mingle - maybe it’d inspire a change of wardrobe too. “I’m not telling you to walk around and ask for numbers, but go talk. Throw some feelers out there, see what happens. Plenty of fish, especially here.”
A lot of businessmen that came after work to unwind. Watch out for the ones with the ring on their finger or the ones that didn’t have one, but had a very obvious imprint of one still in their skin - some of them were sneaky scum, but there was a diamond in the rough somewhere. It took some sifting.
“Well, obviously. I meant, I’m just not very good at talking to strangers like that.” Mary Margaret could talk to strangers on Valarnet just fine or people who came into the shelter, but when it came to men, well that was a different story. “I’d just get all flustered and tongue tied.” She wasn’t even sure what she’d talk about. With fellow dreamers it was easy; they usually just talked about the dreams and the sort of things that happened in their respective dream worlds. The last thing she wanted was to talk to a non dreamer and accidently let it slip that she dreamt about being Snow White. They’d probably think she was crazy or something. “I wish I had just a little of your confidence.”
That martini was finished, and she’d probably go on and order a second in a minute. First she scanned the crowd, and managed to pinpoint one or two familiar faces. Her network was vast, she had acquaintances everywhere (considering she owned her business, she needed to put herself out there), and didn’t have a problem chatting them up casually. Could be the confidence Mary Margaret wished she had, but Regina would perhaps call it the attitude of giving no fucks.
“Come on,” she motioned, taking her by the elbow. “I know some people. I can introduce you - and try not to be too awkward.”