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[saviorcomplexing]

[Some little girls dream about being a princess or famous singer or getting married and settling down to be a housewife for the rest of their days. She's not one of those girls. Emma Swan gets a gun and a red leather jacket and a reputation for being one of the very best at what she does. Some clients balk at her, because she's too brash and the jacket really isn't subtle but they're alive at the end of the day, which is really the only thing that matters to her.

She's got a mouth to feed at home and a college fund to start saving for because unlike her, her kid is going to college. He's too smart for anything else. He's not getting pregnant at seventeen either. Henry doesn't have a home or a future if she lets someone die on her watch and really, despite the attitude she gives off, she wouldn't just let someone die without a fight.

Though she's tempted to tell Killian Jones that he's on his fucking own and walk away.

She's starting to question that he actually needs personal security and didn't just hire her on a whim because this has really been one of the more boring assignments she's taken. Security wise, anyway. Jones keeps making comments that make her fingers itch and make her wish she was a personal assassin instead if only to just shut him up. Henry would have a good life living with her brother and his wife. David and Mary Margaret would take great care of him if mommy went back to jail because she murdered a shipping magnate who she suspects doesn't always dabble on the right side of the law.

At the very least, her kid's getting tucked in by someone else tonight because she's stuck in a little pub with an Irish ass who apparently is immune to rum because he's been drinking all day and he seems just as sober as he did in the morning.]

Any chance you're going to call it a night?

[assailed]

[ He won't lie. At the start the jacket was off putting. A strange idea considering what she's supposed to be, but in the end he figured it might make her a bigger target to his enemies. Not exactly the kindest thought, but he didn't get this far by being fair. Or kind. A body guard in a red leather jacket is a fine substitute. She's a walking talking bullseye. But these aren't things that Killian Jones let's slip. Because they're words that people use to sue.

But apart from the red leather and the increasing sass he does find her company to be--confusing. He's not sure how to describe it. It's been quite a while since he's been around someone that didn't make him roll his eyes halfway out of his skull. She's mean. She gives him looks like she wants to stab him in the bloody eye. Which he's not counting out either. She's quick and he's certain if he doesn't watch himself she'll make it happen.

Tonight isn't about either of them though. It's about Liam. It's his birthday. His cell phone has been strangely silent all day, but that's because he left it back at his flat. Probably still smashed to bits against his wall. He'd told Smee to bugger off and not bother him today anyways. If he can't handle things on his own then he has absolutely no reason to be in this business. ]

Any chance you'll have a drink with me? [ He looks up from the shot of rum he's pouring. The bottle is getting a little light, but it's not the first one to be defeated by Killian Jones. He gives it a wiggle and a smile. ] Come on, Swan, have a drink. I won't tell if you won't. [ He tilts his head. ] It's my brother's birthday. Do it for him.

[saviorcomplexing]

[That's the first bit of something human that she's seen out of him that it actually takes her back for a moment. Didn't know that he had a brother, though she supposes that's the point. Either the brother wants nothing to do with him or the brother is dead and Killian misses him quite a bit either way.]

Not supposed to drink on the job, [She murmurs, and even then, reaches over him to grab the shot he's poured for himself to claim as her own. Emma Swan is a walking contradiction-- get used to it. She holds it in the air, waiting for him to get the idea and get himself a drink so they can toast.]

What's your brother's name?