𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

Betrayal

Walking down the dark and empty streets of StoryBrooke, her eyes swollen and red, endless tears falling. Brooklyn felt her stomach stir as that nights previous information began replaying over and over in her head, her fingers twitching at her sides.

She had been walking for about half an hour, not caring who or what she ran into. Once she left their Loft, Jackson was quick to follow the girl, but soon lost track of her after ten minutes or so, of walking around. The woman was thankful for this. She didn't have it in her to talk to him about what happened, not yet, anyways. She couldn't.

In her own world, Brooklyn suddenly felt somebody's shoulder hit against hers, the random person letting her stumble a little, not bothering to look back. "Hey!" She turned to give the woman a loud earful, watching as she just waved the woman off, walking away.

Rolling her eyes, Brooklyn went to turn around, her eyes catching onto a small sign above her. She now noticed the bar she was stood outside of, hearing loud music playing from the inside.

Brooklyn wasn't much of a drinker herself, not since she tried a sip of Leroy's drink a few years ago, the woman hadn't touched a drop. But tonight, was different. Not even thinking on the matter, Brooklyn let her feet guid her into the bar.

As soon as she opened the door, the music grew louder, a whiff of mixed alcohol hitting her the second she walked in.

Taking a second to collect herself, Brooklyn slowly walked through the crowded space, heading straight toward the bar. She looked up, seeing a young man stood there, smiling as he handed a young couple their drinks.

After a few minutes, he finally noticed the woman, welcoming her with a warm expression. "What can I get ya?"

"What do you have?" She asked, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"Well, we've got..whiskey, gin, vodka, lager, or, beer. Whichever you prefer." The woman nodded, taking the small menu he handed her. "Il give u a few minutes to decide." Once he left her, Brooklyn looked down at the menu, growing confused the more she read.

With a small huff, the woman threw the small paper down, sitting up straighter as she took a long look around the bar. She noticed how intoxicated everyone seemed, and couldn't understand why they would want to put themselves in such a position.

Soon enough, the barman returned, asking her what she wanted. Taking a few seconds to think, Brooklyn slid the menu back to him, her expression neutral. "Surprise me." She mumbled, not bothering to look him in the eye. With a small nod, the man walked away for a second time, only returning a minute or two later.

He slides a small glass in front of her, watching how her face fell, confused. "It's whiskey." He explained, in a thick cockney accent, leaning over the bar. Brooklyn only stared at the drink, earning a small laugh from the man. "Well, have a taste then, luv."

Carefully, Brooklyn picked up the glass, pouring it down her throat in an instant. As she let the liquid slide through her throat, the woman's face scrunched as she slammed the glass back down.

"Jesus."

"First time drinking?" He laughed, quickly pouring her another when she handed the glass back.

Brooklyn stared up at him for a moment, the burning sensation soon dissolving. "Sure. We could go with that." The man just laughed, throwing his rag over his shoulder, before handing her the glass, again.

He extended his arm, leaving his hand out to the woman. "Paul." The man introduced, Brooklyn son taking his hand.

"Brooklyn." Once they let go of each other, Brooklyn, once again chugged the entire glass down, her face looking displeased.