starting off on the wrong foot
Merry belated Christmas and happy belated New Year, @reanncee! I was your terribly late Santa! I really am sorry about the tardiness. The holidays got to me in real life and I’m just now beginning to recover and get back to normal.
When we first started talking, you said that you wanted to see Regina and the Flash team up and save Storybrooke. I’m not all too familiar with the Flash - an additional dark mark on me - but after I saw a couple gifsets from Arrow about Thea and Roy, I was inspired. I hope you like your present and, again, I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A BAD SANTA.
“I don’t think Lena has her head on straight. You? A manager?”
Regina scoffs and savors the last sip of her coffee before chucking it in a trash bin. That time allows her to collect herself and calmly respond to her friend. “Thanks for having so much faith in me, Emma.”
Her friend rolls her eyes and chuckles. “C’mon, Regina, be real.”
“I am being real,” Regina whines, all but stomping her foot on the city sidewalk.
Emma rolls her eyes again, solidifying the weird friendship between the two of them.
“It’s not that I don’t think you’ll be a good manager,” Emma tells her. “I just didn’t see that coming. I thought you didn’t like the club.”
Shrugging, Regina adjusts the straps of her trusty bag over her shoulder. “I never said I didn’t like it,” she qualifies. “I just said I didn’t like how Lena was running it.”
“So she handed you the reins because she got angry.”
Regina nods. “Pretty much.”
Their relationship is complicated, to say the least: Emma and her half-sister Zelena were frenemies in school, always paired together for school projects and such because they ‘had common abilities.’ How those common abilities translated into Emma becoming a cop and Lena becoming a club owner, no one will ever know.
But with the amount of times Emma came over to the Mills Mansion during school, she and Regina bonded as well and to this day, grab coffee on the off chance that they’re both (a) awake and (b) coherent enough to hold a conversation.
“Well, you’ll have to tell me when you make your first night is,” Emma says, heading across the street. “I want to be there to make your life hell.”
Laughing, Regina responds, “Because you don’t already. Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for delinquents like yourself? You know, being an officer of the law?”
Emma flips her hair over her shoulder, saying, “Gotta let loose every once in a while, right?”
Regina laughs even harder, coming to a halt on the edge of the sidewalk as she bends in half with her mirth. Of all the people she’s ever met, Emma Swan is the only person who wouldn’t let her occupational oath keep her from having a good time.
