swan (savioring) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-03-22 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma swan, sara lance (white canary) |
WHO: Emma & Sara
WHEN: Recently
WHERE: Double Tap
WHAT: Emma's drowning some dream sorrows
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Complete
There had to be something said for finding the nearest bar and just going for broke. Emma knew it wasn’t responsible, and by now, she was approaching her thirties, she should be more responsible. But these dreams were just messing with her so much, taking her for a ride in ways that she couldn’t entirely get a grasp of.
Her childhood had been messed up, far more so than the one she actually lived, and seeing what her life might’ve been like, without her adoptive parents, it was less than fantastic. Throw in the revelation of her one night stand in reality being the love of her life who betrayed her in the dreams? She was very much over it.
Meeting the son she gave up, the little boy that should’ve been hers but she had no capacity to raise, that was the final sucker punch that sent her in search of a decent bar with good drink and a decent price range.
The Double Tap seemed to fit the bill, and Emma wasn’t withdrawn when she approached the bar, waving off a single male trying to intercept and sliding her money over the bar. “Two shots of tequila and a double vodka with lemonade, please.” If it took her all night, she was going to stop thinking about these damn dreams.
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The nice thing about the Double Tap, especially if you were trying in earnest to drown your sorrows, was that it was one of the cheapest bars in the neighbourhood. But despite that, and the rough neighbourhood it was located in, Dan kept the bar clean, and expected Sara to do the same.
When she heard the door, Sara looked over and saw the woman walk in. She shot a look to the man who approached her. Dan’s rules were clear. Any woman who wanted to be left alone got left alone, or the guilty party would be thrown out on the street and made to find another bar.
“Coming right up,” Sara said, pouring first the vodka lemonade, and then pouring the shots of tequila. “People don’t drink like this unless they’re looking to forget something,” Sara said, pushing the shots of tequila toward the woman.
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Emma wasn’t even being slow paced, taking the shots one at a time and throwing them back before even looking at her vodka, “If only the effects didn’t wear off.” God, could she stay drunk all day? Would that work? She’d assume that Amelie wouldn’t be too happy about a drunk assistant at work, and Emma likely would find it hard to get about eventually.
“Is there like a drink that will completely wipe someone’s memory for the last few days? Is that a thing? I need some of that.” The tequila was a hard hitting and fast acting drink for Emma, she could already feel it burning on her tongue, which was obviously why she got the vodka too, rather than just slam tequila shots until her legs didn’t work.
Taking a modest sip of that, since both her shots were officially gone, Emma just rested on an elbow.
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Sara snorted. “Oh trust me, if someone invented a drink like that, they’d be rich.” There were days when Sara wished for something like that herself. She took the shot glasses in one hand, and went to put them on the counter dishwasher. “That bad, huh?”
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“Let’s just say I’d give my life savings to anyone who’d invented that and not even miss them.” Not that she had a lot in ‘life savings’, her life on the road didn’t exactly talk much to saving money. But it was the general principal she supposed.
“It’s just been a kind of shitty week, as far as revelations go.” She still felt a little odd talking about the dreams, the ones that felt so real she woke up unsure if they’d happened. And now she was in some silly town with the kid she’d given up, supposedly the saviour or something.
She didn’t really know how to equate that with her real life anymore.
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Sara gave Emma a sympathetic smile. As far as words describing bad news went, Sara considered ‘revelations’ to be one of the more sinister ones. She poured another shot of tequila, and slid it over to Emma. “This one’s on the house,” she said. It sounded like the woman needed it.
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“God bless you,” Emma barely paused before knocking it back, the burn still there but somewhat less since she’d started to let the drink kick in. She didn’t especially like to rely on alcohol, but sometimes you just needed it, and after her dreams this week? After the confusion and the feelings and the gnawing through her waking hours? She wanted to numb it a little.
“You probably get a lot of this stuff in here, right?” Bars were the perfect place to go just to stop thinking for a while.
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“You guessed it,” Sara said, grinning. It was especially true at the Double Tap. People didn’t generally come to a dive like this for a night out with the girls. Most of the people who stopped in, Sara was learning, were faces that quickly became familiar.
“And you know what they say. Bartenders make pretty good therapists,” Sara added with a wink. Actually, Sara would probably make a terrible therapist, but she was pretty good at listening.
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At the rate things were going, Emma would need therapy sooner rather than later, but for now it wasn’t on the table, and while it was kind of Sara to offer, Emma wasn’t sure how crazy she’d come across right then.
Then again… “My son’s adoptive mother is an evil bitch, and she’s basically trying to poison my relationship with him.” Which was a little off the mark, but it was essentially what was going on in her dreams, minus telling Sara that they were dreams. “Not to mention I’m sure she’s framing my best friend for murder.”
It was a lot to drop on a stranger though.
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Sara had opened her mouth to maybe offer her condolences about the adoptive mother from hell, when it seemed like the woman really was from hell. She closed her mouth again, trying to figure out how she was supposed to react to the framing charge. “That’s serious,” she said, and without being asked poured another shot. “Have you gone to the police?”
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Emma nodded slowly, thinking about Graham again. And that was painful. She knew it was freak thing that happened, but she couldn’t help but blame Regina for that too. The moment Graham stood up to her? It was just too much of a coincidence that he died that same night.
“Yeah, they know what I think,” mostly because she was the police in Storybrooke. “But the evidence isn’t there and… I’m worried it’s not going to go well for my friend.” Hence the drinking. “And that’s probably a lot for just dumping on you like that, sorry.”
There was a reason she just wanted to get drunk and stop thinking for a few hours.
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“That’s what bartenders are here for,” Sara said a little teasingly. She wasn’t sure if she was overstepping her boundaries but deciding to reach forward to give Emma’s hand a gentle squeeze anyway. “I hope that you can get it all sorted out. At the very least, that you can work things out with your kid.”
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When it was all peeled back, and Emma could just look at things without all the layers of crazy from Storybrooke, she did hope it could all be sliced down to that in the end. Her and Henry, and maybe making something of their relationship. “Thanks, I hope so too.”
Although, in the meantime, it felt like she’d be getting very well acquainted with the Double Tap.