Knock, Knock Ch. 15: Changes
A/N: This is a shorter chapter that picks up just about where the last chapter left off. Progress is coming, I promise! Hope you enjoy :)
Many thanks to my dearest @blazingbaubles, who is so massively supportive of my writing. She helps keep me sane when the world feels like it’s crashing around me, and without her I’d probably have abandoned my writing long ago.
When last call came and Killian still hadn’t shown, Emma was a little bit sad. OK, so maybe inconsolable was the word.
(Repeat after me: tequila shots are always a bad idea.)
“But can’t you call him again, Mary Margaret? I don’t wanna take a cab. Killian will come get meeeeee.”
“Emma, I know you want him to, but I think he’s still with the jilted ex boyfriend man. Remember how you said you were happy he was such a good guy? Well he’s out being a good guy.”
Emma was stumbling a bit and slurring her words, most likely, her vision fuzzy and her eyes glazed over with liquor. It had been a good night. A really good night. So good, in fact, that she forgot to tell herself when to stop.
Damn, she’d regret this in the morning. Somewhere deep down it’s like she knew what she must sound like right now. She knew it was ridiculous and she should just get her ass home and sleep it off.
But she wanted to see Killian so desperately it hurt.
(Feelings were the worst. Well, second worst to alcohol, anyway.)
