Regina should probably feel bad that she'd come to this bar so often that she had a usual. Especially because the bartender was her seventeen year old daughter. Not that Ari Chastity, or anyone else, knew that. Which was exactly why she found herself here most nights anyway. "Please, Chastity." She answered as she slid onto a barstool with as much grace as she could muster. "That is unless you've managed to convince the owner to start stocking the apple whiskey I prefer." She spoke with a teasing lilt, but would it really kill them to have something decent in the place?

hearing the lock click, emma pressed her forehead against the door. she could just make out the mayors words through the wood and sighed. “you know i’m not gonna.” her hand came up to press against the door as she leaned, her ears straining for any sounds from regina. “talk to me, i know i can’t promise that you’ll feel better but-please?”

as happy as she was to spend as much time with henry as she could, uninterrupted time with her queen was very much needed. humming into the kiss, emma’s hands slipped lower to grip regina’s ass. “would it be obvious if we packed for him and left it on the front step?” she joked in between kisses as her hands found the other’s waistband, untucking the button up shirt and slipping her fingers under. pulling the mayor from the stove and pressing her against the island, her hands came down to grip her ass once more and lifted her on the counter top.