It’s @wipweek and it’s AU WIP day, and so I’m posting the first chapter (3,717 words) of my new Golden Lace fic (Once Upon a Time). The fic will be rated E eventually, but I’d say it’s currently T-M due to some of the themes. The title is from a Ben Howard song of the same name, which I was listening to tonight and which completely fits the vibe of this story. I can see myself getting very frustrated with these two.
Lacey French bent a little lower over the pool table, huffing a strand of chestnut hair out of her eyes as she lined up her shot, one final red ball remaining on the table against her opponent’s three. She had missed the last shot, and she was blaming hunger for her lack of focus. It was way past lunchtime, and she hadn’t eaten a proper breakfast either, unless coffee and Oreos counted. Drinking shots and playing pool probably wasn’t the best use of her afternoon, but then time had no meaning in The Rabbit Hole, so she figured she may as well try to lift the boredom of living in Storybrooke in one of the few ways she knew. The bar itself was windowless and dimly-lit, an underground pit reeking of stale beer, cheap body spray and desperation. Her shoes were sticking to the floor as she moved, and she wrinkled her nose, looking along the shining length of the cue.