At the Bar

Chapter 5 Shots

Sunday, usually a big game day in the bar. Regina puts on her cute Seattle jersey, and sporty little short ponytail. She heads to the bar, and Killian is there, in a jersey too, on the phone. She comes in the doorway quietly, "Ok, see you tonight," he says, and hangs up. Regina sighs, "Tonight? Game, right?" She asks, subtly. "No, second date with Joanna actually," he said. 

"She seems, bubbly," Regina shrugs. "Uhh ok, yeah she is," he nods. "Mmm, didn't you picture with a vivacious little redhead," Regina teases a bit. "Yeah well, sometimes opposites attract," he says. "Yeah I guess so, very opposite," She mutters. Killian looks at her from the corner of his eye, as she heads out back, looking at the number 14 on her back. 

"Distracted?" Graham heads past him, "What?" Killian startles, "Uhhh, you just put poured water on the counter," he gestures. Killian realizes that the glass he intended to fill was upside down. "Bloody hell," Killian sighs. "What's got you distracted?" Graham asks. "Nothing, how's your benefit bed mate?" Killian changes the topic. "Mmm we haven't in a couple weeks, her prowling eyes are on Lacey," Graham winks. 

"Really? I guess I saw that one coming, Lacey is like prey for Ruby," Killian said. "Come on, don't lie, that's hot," Graham said. Killian shakes his head with a sigh and towels off the bar. Lacey and Ruby, and Elliot arrive, and they bar is set up. 

Regina comes out, "Ok, I've been thinking," she says, the others look at her, "Don't do that," Killian teases. "Shut up," Regina scolds. The others look at each other at the spousal chemistry of the denial pair. "Since that jerk the other night tried to drug the girl, we have to be a bit more aware of what is going on around us, couples, groups, all that," Regina said. Killian furrows his brow at her, "I think that I'm quite perceptive of who is at the bar," he said. 

Regina stares at him, and the others feel they're in the middle of another spousal disagreement, and don't even exist. Regina and Killian just lock eyes at each other, and stare, "Well I want you to be MORE aware, so that some schmuck doesn't do anything to some girl," Regina said. "I hear that Regina, and I wouldn't allow that to happen either," Killian says sternly. "Good, then just keep your eyes open more and not flirting with a date at the bar," Regina scolds. Killian tilts his head and the others look at each other, "Uhh ok, let's open," Elliot changes the subject. 

As the day becomes busy into the early evening, Regina steps behind the bar to help Killian. "Sorry," he passes by her, of course in the tight space, brushing against her ass from behind and his hands gently touch her waist. She holds her breath a moment, and he passes back the other direction, repeating the movement. She finds herself verklempt as he does this twice, not meaning anything of course, just has no choice given the tight space. 

"Goal!!" The crowd cheers, "Shots!" one guy says to Killian, "Ok, what do you want?" Killian asks, "Rum, three and one for you," he says. Regina looks over and sees him pour out the four shots, she watches him take it smoothly, and shuffles over, "Are we celebrating?" She asks. "Yeah, oh sorry, her too," the guy encourages, "She doesn't do rum," Killian said. "I think I can handle it," she takes the bottle from Killian and the same shot glass he used, and takes the shot. 

He smirks at her, "Well that's new," He said. "Yeah, so there, shots for every goal scored," Regina said. Little did she know that the game would go to 5, she watched Killian sip a beer every time he took a shot. She figured he was just showing off, holding his alcohol, and Regina realizes towards the end of the game that she is most definitely drunk. 

"I'll be... back," She stutters a bit, Killian watches her somewhat stumble off towards her office, and follows her, "Take over," he says to Ruby, and he heads back to Regina's office. Regina has her hands on her desk, holding herself up. She breathes, and blinks her eyes. "You ok?" Killian asks. 

"I'm fine," she turns around, a bit too quickly, "Pretty sure you're drunk Regina," Killian observes. "How are you not? You had the same amount I did," She said. "You actually drank them?" He asks. "What?" She gapes. "You're supposed to spit them in the beer bottle, not actually drink the beer with it, for a bar owner you don't know the trick?" He asks. "I am not usually the one tending bar... that's YOUR job," she touches her hand against his chest, keeping it there a few moments. 

He looks down at her, "Don't you have a DATE!?" She says louder than usual, "Uh, yeah, I'm supposed to, but you're umm, a bit incapacitated, want me to take you home?" He asks. "I am perfectly fine!" She slurs at him, and suddenly, retches onto his feet. "Ah, there it is," he says. "Oh god," she sighs. "Yeah, that was a given to happen, come on, I'll take you out the back," Killian puts Regina's arm over his shoulder, and holds her waist, helping her out. 

"You know, I could have done that?" Regina leans herself against the elevator wall of her building, "Yeah," Killian nods. He's somewhat enjoying this, he doesn't like that she's sick, but he likes that she needs him. "Ok, come on," Killian helps her out the elevator. "I want to rest," Regina whines. 

"Yeah but we're almost there," he tugs her a bit as she rests against the wall, "Come on," he bends down and gets her over his shoulder. "Ok, here we go," he gets her inside, and she almost stumbles backwards as he places her on her feet. "Woah," he grabs her arm to keep her up, and bends down. She leans over his body as he gets her shoes off for her. 

"Ok, you're totally buying me new shoes, let's go," he guides her, and she can't stand anymore, he picks her up and carries her down the hall to the bathroom. She barely can stand at the sink, and Killian wets a cloth, and places it on her head, "Oh.. oh..." she moans softly. "Yeah, it helps," he says. "No.. I have to vomit," she whines. 

She gets over the toilet in time and Killian gently holds her messy ponytail, "There you go, get it out," he gently pats her back. She stops and he wipes her mouth with the cloth as she places her head in his lap, with her eyes closing. He sighs, and isn't sure what to do with his hand. 

His phone rings, "Uh, Joanna, Hi, Umm, little work emergency, I'm going to have to cancel tonight," he said. She understands, and he hangs up, and places his hand gently on Regina's head. He sighs.