Someone Will Remember Us - Swanqueen

Chapter 10

Emma spent the next 24 hours frantically deciding what she should wear for her first date with Regina, and in the end chose a pair of dark jeans and a skimpy black camisole that glimmered when she moved. She'd wanted to make an effort and wear a dress, but she didn't own many of those – besides, Regina never seemed to have anything but admiration for her never-ending repertoire of skinny jeans. It was unlikely she was about to complain.

Emma pulled her black leather jacket on over the top, paying no mind to the fact that it was January and bitterly cold outside, and headed across town. She arrived at the theatre 10 minutes early and waited to one side, carefully watching every person who walked into the venue to make sure she didn't spot anyone who she knew – or, worse, someone who might know Regina as well.

"Miss Swan." a voice, slightly breathless-sounding, came from behind her. She turned and found Regina walking toward her with a beaming smile on her face.

"Hey." Emma replied. Sudden nervousness came over her, and she reached up to tuck her hair behind one ear. "How are you doing?"

Regina swept forward and kissed Emma's cheek before she answered, "I'm great. You look freezing, though – is that all you brought for a coat?"

Emma glanced down at herself. "Uh... yeah."

"Emma." Regina sighed, reaching out and running a hand down her frozen arm. Even through the leather, her touch made Emma's skin spark. "Come on, let's get you inside. Would you like a drink?"

Emma followed Regina dumbly into the building, waiting while their tickets were checked and stubbed before answering. "Sure, if you're having one. I'm buying this time, though."

"That's really not necessary."

"Of course it is. What can I get you?"

With an amused smile, Regina reeled off an order for a large glass of red wine, and Emma walked off to the bar without her. It was only as she was approaching the front of the line that something lurched in her stomach and she remembered two very important facts: that she was still underage, and that, with all the excitement and anxiousness she'd been battling through that day, she'd forgotten to bring her fake ID with her.

The guy was already watching her expectantly, though, and she could feel Regina's gaze on her shoulders from several paces away. She smiled brightly and went for it.

"Hey. Can I get a large glass of red – merlot, if you've got it – and a JD and Diet Coke?"

"Can I see your ID?"

The line came back immediately, and Emma grimaced. She pulled her licence out of her wallet, knowing full well that it would tell the bartender she wasn't 21 for another month, and wasn't at all surprised when he handed it back with a shake of his head.

"Sorry." he said. "Not today."

Her cheeks immediately started burning, and she nodded and turned away. Regina was leaning against a pillar in the centre of the lobby, watching curiously as Emma walked back empty handed.

"Was there a problem?"

"Um. Yeah." Emma said. She briefly considered lying, but there was little point – Regina knew she was a junior, and she must be able to do simple math. "An age-related one."

She waited for Regina to flinch away from her, but instead she just sighed.

"Oh. Somehow I completely forgot about that."

"Sorry. I normally bring a fake with me but I was a bit... distracted tonight."

To Emma's relief, Regina smirked. "It's alright. Come on – I think there's another bar upstairs. I'll leave you with the other children while I go and buy the drinks."