Mail and Phone For Darrow

[itsapirateslife]

In all honest truth, Hook will forget to charge his Phone unless someone does it for him.

Feel free to leave Snail Mail however.

Comments

[storybrooke_savior]

hey, Henry's at Reginas this week and I dont have to work Saturday, feel like going out? No big deal if you cant. -ES

[itsapirateslife]

Alright. Saturday it is. Where shall I find you?

[storybrooke_savior]

[sent after she desperately tears through the yellow pages and swears a lot]

Tintern Abbey? Seven o'clock?

[storybrooke_savior]

neals in the cty
i broke intou your apartment and dran the booze
bring more

[itsapirateslife]

I will see if I can escape where I am soon. And of course, love. Any requests?

[storybrooke_savior]

I'm Storey

*sorry

tequila

[it took about eight attempts to spell that correctly before she sent it]

[itsapirateslife]

Why are you sorry? I much prefer you telling me.

Tequila it is.

[storybrooke_savior]

[This reply takes longer because she keeps staring at her phone trying to figure out how to answer that question in a text message. There are SO MANY THINGS she feels sorry for and only some of them even have to do with Hook. Also, she's Emma Swan and words are hard. Also, she's very drunk.]

for things.

[nailed it.]

come home soon

[itsapirateslife]

[yeah okay, now he's worried. He is out the door whethet Neil likes it or not, rum and tequila in hand]

On my way love. Sit tight

[storybrooke_savior]

Ok.

i brought clothes.

[her drunk way of saying she doesn't want to be alone tonight would rather not try to drive home like this plz don't kick her out.]

[itsapirateslife]

Drink some water. You know where the glasses are.

[As if he would let her leave. He couldn't protect her but he could hold her through this freak out]

[storybrooke_savior]

are you tring to sober me up. i;m not as think as yo drunk i am.

that was a joke