What have you done?

Chapter One - Swan's Birthday

It was one of these Days Emma does not really wanted to start. Just to skip or at least to sleep the whole day. It was her Birthday. Of course Snow had the precious idea to manage a party to celebrate Emma's - what did she call it again? Oh yeah right- the day of the days. That might sound like if it has to be a wedding day or better the start of the zombie apocalyps. However she planned on making a big secret out of this party, Emma seemed toexpected something like that because she was not really suprised when everyone jumped out of the places where they were hiding and screaming „Happy Birthday Emma". With Confetti in her hair and a party hat on the head Emma was ready to party. Well, at least she looked like that- if you ignore the fact that her expression told something else.

„You are not really enjoying the party aye?" Killian sat next to the grumpy Blonde. „Do I look like I have fun?" she replied annoyed showing him her face. He smiled compassionately and layed his hand on her knee. „Swan, you should just give this day a chance. Maybe it won't be that bad ?" he grinned which was not really achieve the result he wanted. „I better go to the toilet." „Shall I come with you?" he smirked seductively and stood up, taking a step closer. „What? And watch me while I am peeing ? No thanks.". Apart from the fact that she totally dumped this narcisstic but handsome pirate she also bumped right after that into Regina. „Seriously?" Emma bursts out when she saw the red smudge on her new white shirt. Not waiting for anything or anyone she went to the toilet to clean her shirt. „Maybe you should take this off. From experience I know that this might be more useful Miss Swan." Emma heard a deep female voice which could only belong to one person. Madame Mayor. „Well this is not the first time this happened to me neither. So I won't make it more difficult then it is, but thanks for this useful information."she emphasized the word useful a bit too much. „I just wanted to give you a nice and useful advice." Regina rolled her eyes while leaning against the closed door. Emma was still rubbing her shirt. A few more seconds and she will have another whole there which might be not so big that a head or an arm would fit through. „Screw this shit!" the Blonde snorted and layed her hands down at the sink. Suddenly she heard the noise of the lock. Did Regina locked th-„Shall I help you to get rid of this shirt?"