There was once a born princess with skin white as snow, her hair was black as night, and people would stare wherever she would go. But with beauty, came tragedy. The princess soon lost her father, and was betrayed by her stepmother. She became a...

        _{“If love was easy, we’d all have it.”}

lucasinred:

                   “C‘mon. One more drink won’t kill you.”

  It was a lie to say that her relationship with Mary Margaret hadn’t changed after their brief stint as roommates. But she still hadn’t exactly figured out if it had changed for the better or not. Most would probably say not. Not many people seemed to enjoy Ruby’s lifestyle. She just wanted to have fun. She’d calmed down enough since her last fight with Granny. She just wanted to show others they could have fun in this boring town.

_{Mary Margaret would be lying if she said that she felt sober, but being a teacher and a respectable citizen of Storybrooke, she felt that she had some moral cards to hold up. Ruby on the other hand was a free, young spirit; and could drink her weight in liquor if it pleased her. "Ruby..” The teacher whined, feeling the drink fresh on her tongue. It wasn’t an unappealing taste, but it was quite different from the usual white wine she would have at night.}

_{“You said that three drinks ago.”}

_{“Nothing better than starting the day off with one of my students puking all over his birdhouse."} 

_{There was a pause, a short one, but to Mary Margaret it seemed like forever.}

_{“You-..uhm..you dropped this.”}