this coloring is not my proudest moment

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Last Call

A little drabble that continues the scene at Granny’s in 5.02. Hook and Belle have had a bit more to drink…


He tossed his head back and downed the amber-colored liquid. Wasn’t rum, but wasn’t too bad either. Granny had served it from her stash that he was certain only the two of them knew about.

He lifted his eyebrow at her, requesting another.

“I think you’ve had enough, Captain.” She motioned to the tiny brunette slumped on the counter next to him. “I know she has.”

He nudged her. “Belle. Belle!”

“Shu-up,” she mumbled.

“I need to get you home, love.”

She raised her head, eyes bleary. “Do you remember when you shot me?”

So, she wasn’t too far gone, after all.  “Aye. Not my proudest moment.”

“It hurt.”

“I suppose it did.”

She managed to push herself upright and fix her gaze onto his. “You know what? All this Dark One stuff hurts worse.”

“Aye.” He’d gladly lose his other hand to get Emma back.

He rose, offering his arm, which she accepted. She wobbled somewhat, but managed to keep her balance in her high heels.



“For what I did to you back then, I’m truly sorry.”

She looked him over, and a crooked smirk appeared. “And your heart’s not rotten,” she said.

No, it wasn’t. Not anymore.