Anakin/Darcy shenanigans
Anakin hadn't been in Storybrooke for very long, but he found himself in attendance of a party. A party where he didn't know a majority of the people. But that didn't particularly matter to Anakin, he felt that he needed to get out of the apartment. The apartment he shared with someone he didn't know. While his first day in Storybrooke had been rather eventful to say the least, he found himself somewhat bored now. And a party would definitely do the trick.
He also needed to get his mind off of things. Luke, for one. And the possibility of his becoming Darth Vader as well. While he had yet to be convinced of the latter, it still plagued his mind. He couldn't seem to think of anything other than that. Except when he was reminded of Luke. He had a son, and his son was nearly his age. How was that possible?
There was a soft sigh from Anakin, and he settled himself near the water. He had found something to drink, and a bit of cake, so he was content. For now. The drink was different than what he was used to, and the cake was sweet, but he wasn't complaining about either.