Emma was tired of it all. She was tired of this town of Storybrooke and so tired of being knocked down after a glimmer of hope would present itself to her. Graham was dead. She could feel herself become weak as she thought about the barriers she had knocked down to get as close as she did with him. Even if her feelings werent as strong as she would have hoped, he was the only possible future she could have imagined in this dreary town. She could even feel Henry, her bioligical son, grow distant from her, and "operation cobra" was falling apart. As ridiculous as she thought it was, it at least gave her a connection to Henry and offered somewhat of an adventure.

These thoughts always brought her back to one person. Regina Mills, the Mayor of Storybrooke, and Henry's adoptive mother. She had everyone in the town trapped in her tight clutches and refused to let Emma feel a part of this town at all. Emma wouldn't be surprised if she had been an evil queen in her past life.

"Bitch." She thought out loud.

Emma contemplated all of this as she downed another shot at the bar, this time sputtering from swallowing the wrong way. She slammed down the glass in frustration as she thought about the brunette. Dark intense eyes, sharp clever eyebrows, and her lips. Plump and always crimson perfection as they smirked at the blonde from afar. Emma couldn't stand it. Even when Emma thought she had the upper hand in one of their confrontations, Regina would compose herself and shoot a witty bullet into Emmas heart with those lips. Emmas realized how long she lingered at the thought when she was rudely disrupted.

"Shouldn't you be out doing better things Ms. Swan."

Emma jumped slightly and looked up to see the Mayor walking into the bar. Her face grew warm at the irony that she had just been thinking about her. Regina walked over in her dark overcoat, taking off a pair of leather gloves and sticking them in her pocket. Emma noticed her face immediately. instead of the cool smirk she always wore during her confrontations with Emma, it was a bit colder, almost tired. One of her dark eyebrows raised as she got closer to Emma, her heels echoed against the wood floor of the bar. Emmas face softened a bit as she contemplated asking her if she was okay. But of course, The Mayor wasn't about to gather any pity.

"Well its obvious that you have had too much to drink." She stated, nodding her head to the 10 empty shot glasses. "We wouldn't want our town deputy to be drunk on the job, and especially that we are now one short." She said coldly, clenching her jaw. Both of them thought back the way they left things at the grave yard. They hadn't spoken since.

Emma couldn't believe she had said that with such ease. she felt herself stand up and lean in, possibly a little too close, to the mayors feathered brown hair. "I know you had something to do with Grahams death and I will do whatever it takes to find out." Emma choked on her words, but surprised that she was able to come up with any.

Little did Emma know, the mayor had been thinking about Ms. Swan as well. The night at the graveyard had thrilled Regina. Emma had stood up to her, not only verbally, but phisically, and that was something Regina wasn't used to. Ms. Swan was mearly a nuiscance up until then, but the warm breath against her ear threatened to send her town into utter chaos and the Mayor wasn't about to let that happen. She knew that Emma would blame her for Grahams death. But that didnt matter. Regina was the Mayor. She could do and make people believe whatever she wanted.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Regina scanned the bar to make sure no one was paying too much attention. "Let's sit down Ms. Swan." She said cooly. "We obviously need to talk." Emma was surprised at her offer but sat down.

Regina, still standing, rolled her eyes. "I prefer a more civilized area Ms. Swan, not a place to take shots of...whatever it is you were guzzling down." her eyes flicked from the empty glasses back to Emma.

Emma took her last shot before following the Mayor to a booth in the corner of the bar. The bartender took notice and followed them with two glasses filled with cider that Regina had obviously kept here for her visits. The Mayor took a minute to look over the clumsy blonde as she removed her leather jacket revealing her old white tank top. She rolled her eyes and took a sip of cider. She couldn't believe Graham had chosen her to be deputy. She barely knew how to dress herself professionally let alone protect a town, or raise her own son. But she was curious about Emma..aside from what she knew from their previous encounters, she wanted to know more.

Her thoughts were disrupted.

"Madam Mayor?"

Regina snapped out of her distraction and realized she had never taken her glance away from Emmas shirt. She cleared her throat and brushed her hair out of her face, repositioning herself back into a more authoritative state. "Ms. Swan, frankly, these confrontations are getting to be a bit out of my league and you do need to back off. I am not some high school girl with some secret agenda. I am the Mayor of this town and I intend to keep my position as such, not squabble with you like a pathetic child." Regina felt herself recover from her previous thoughts and regain her position over the younger woman sitting opposite from her.

Emma could hardly pay attention to what Regina was saying due to the alcohol, which was now settling in her system. She felt her mind grown fuzzy. All she could look at were Reginas lips and the contrasting dark eyes.

The Mayor looked at the blonde in confusion. Emma really should watch her intake of alcohol. To be quite honest, she found the current state of Ms. Swan to be somewhat enjoyable and she couldnt help but smirk a bit. Against her better judgement, she decided to change her plans have a little fun with this.

"Here dear." she said lowering her brow. "You are obviously too drunk to even hold a civil conversation with me, let alone drive." She looked around at the now empty bar as she stood up and helped the younger woman out of the booth and into her leather jacket.

Emma was surprised that Regina was being this generous. It was making her nervous being this close to the brunette. She tried to walk on her own, refusing Regina's help, but Regina ended up having her hold her upper arm against her chest for support. Emma could feel how strong but delicate the Mayors hands were and could even smell her sweet sophisticated perfume from the collar of her coat. They walked out of the bar and the Mayor helped Emma into the passenger seat of her car, her face turned upward into a smirk as she closed the car door.