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[Regina Mills]

Could you really trust anyone?

It didn't seem like it, these days - well, except for a select few, from Regina's point of view. She wasn't used to, nor was she particularly good at, this whole 'friend' thing. Even before she'd become the Evil Queen, the suffocating way in which her mother had raised her had ensured that she didn't get too much experience in things like forming friendships. So the bond she'd formed with Oswin was sort of new territory for her, especially since they didn't typically...do the things that normal friends did. Unless you counted time travel and magic and fending off your evil mother's attempts at terrorizing you both as 'normal'.

So all of those things considered, Regina really wasn't sure how they'd ended up here. Going to Granny's just to get out and relax for awhile hadn't seemed like such a preposterous, unthinkable idea - except that Regina was fairly certain neither of them had thought about the consequences that all the stress they'd been enduring lately combined with the fact that Granny's now served alcohol would produce. Normally, if Regina felt that she really required a drink, she'd simply go out, buy a bottle of wine, and have a glass. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been drunk, but after the first glass and a half of beer she'd, it'd gotten just a little more difficult to take everything as serious as she usually did, and she hadn't even needed to work hard to convince herself to keep going. Tallying things up, she wasn't even...entirely sure how much alcohol she'd ended up consuming, actually. ...But, actually, who really cared?

Apparently Granny did. Less than amused with the Evil Queen and her friend getting drunk in her establishment, she'd all but thrown them out, claiming they were closing early. While on most days, Regina would have responded to be treated in such a way rather coldly...tonight it seemed to be the most absolutely hilarious thing she'd ever experienced, and she was giggling rather hysterically as she stumbled out onto the street. ...Goodness, it was more difficult to walk than she remembered it being. "Goddamn it, why did I wear these heels?" Regina actually nearly whined, regaining her balance as she looked around for Oswin. Seriously, now that she thought about it, her feet were nearly killing her. Everything felt unsteady, and the path of sidewalk stretching before her looked treacherously more crooked than she remembered it being. Clearly, this was all the fault of her damn high heels. Like hell was she walking anywhere like this. The shoes needed to go. Right away.

Trying to balance precariously on one foot, she ended up nearly falling over, catching herself by placing a hand against the side of the building, as she struggled to get her shoes off. The streets were mostly empty at this ever, but a few scattered passersby were beginning to stare. Regina had enough wits left to shoot them a sharp scowl. They couldn't even mind their own business for five seconds, could they? Nor were they kind enough to offer her any help. If she could only get...ah! There. Both shoes were off now, reducing her formerly-intimidating-height by a good bit. The sidewalk was cold. What Storybrooke really needed was...heated sidewalks. There was an idea. If only she were still mayor... "Oswin..." she murmured absentmindedly, her words still slurring just a bit. "Oswin, what do you think about heated sidewalks?"

[Oswin Oswald]

Oswin, on the other hand, having traveled through time and space had plenty of experience with having a good time. Well. Sort of. It wasn't like the Doctor could really get drunk, Time Lords were weird that way, but being as human as she was, it wasn't difficult for her at all. And she wasn't exactly good at holding her liquor either, no matter how much of a pro she claimed to be. So, when she and Regina had gone to Granny's for what the two of them had through was just going to be a quiet drink together, Oswin hadn't expected anything more than that. Just the two of them doing something...vaguely normal for once. Really, she should have expected this, since when would a drink between the Evil Queen and the Doctor's companion ever constitute as something normal?

Either way, copious amounts of alcohol had been consumed, and now the two of them had been let loose in Storybrooke after Granny had decided that enough was enough. Really, she could have just cut them off and not been rude about it. Oswin had attempted a pout as they were quite literally pushed out of the door, but once Regina had started giggling, Oswin realized she was totally right. This was hysterical. Wrapping an arm briefly around her friend's shoulders for support, lest she fall right to the pavement, Oswin giggled right along with her, trying desperately to find her footing. " 'S why I wear trainers. Easier to walk in." she slurred, bursting into another fit of laughter, watching Regina try to get her heels off.

"That...that is brilliant," Oswin replied in very much the same way, pointing to emphasize just what an amazing idea that was. "All you'd have to...do is run something...until the sidewalk. Yeah..." Clearly, this wasn't hard at all and clearly heated sidewalks would greatly improve the quality of life in Storybrooke. This was why Regina should be mayor again, she had the best ideas ever. Leaning against a streetlight for balance now, she tried to look ahead to see just home much distance was between them and....wait, where were they going again? Um. Well. Back to the TARDIS seemed like a good idea. If only she could remember where it had materialized...let's see it was somewhere...somewhere in a general 'that way' direction.

"Could do something about the sidewalks, though...look, they're all twisty." Oswin made a vague little gesture to illustrate her point. "Do...do people really walk on them? Without falling off?" Clearly, everyone in Storybrooke was incredibly good at keeping their balance. Or gymnasts. Or both. Glancing up, Oswin suddenly caught of the streetlamp and was in awe. It was so...so bright and shiny. How could she have never noticed it before? "Regina! Regina...oh my god, look!" Fumbling for the other woman's shoulder, Oswin pointed upwards, indicating the incredible source of light. Sure, she'd been to different planets and time periods and seen things that most people would never see ever, but at the moment, this streetlight was clearly the most amazing thing ever.

[Regina Mills]

Oswin's words, though disjointed, seemed to make perfect sense to Regina. She immediately nodded in agreement, glad that her friend saw the brilliance in her little plan. Heated sidewalks would just...well, they'd improve all of Storybrooke! After all, she couldn't possibly be the one who walked around barefoot. There was...Pongo. And the seven dwarves. Dwarves walked around barefoot, right? ...Or was that hobbits? She didn't know, and nor did she care, she decided suddenly. Snow was the Dwarf Expert around here. For some reason, after Regina's huntsman had attempted to kill her, she'd run off and lived with them in a cabin, as if that wasn't entirely creepy. Hmph.

"It's all...Snow's fault." she replied, eying said twisty sidewalks. How the dangerous sidewalks of Storybrooke were Snow's fault, Regina didn't really know - she just wanted to express her suddenly-building anger. Besides, everything was Snow's fault. She eyed the edge of the sidewalk warily, knowing that one wrong move could send her toppling over it. And that would be bad. Because...there were cars. Cars. Where was her car? She wanted to go for a drive. "We're going to have to be c...careful, falling off the sidewalk would be...it's dangerous." Regina attempted to sound as serious as she could to emphasize the many dangers of Storybrooke. Some people just didn't realize how crazy this place was. She stumbled a little once again, swinging her arms a little and nearly sending the pair of heels she held in one hand flying in the process.

And then, the next thing she knew, Oswin was urging her to look at something. Whatever it was, it sounded direly important, Regina realized after a moment. In a slightly delayed reaction, she glanced up in the direction Oswin was pointing, squinting a little against what seemed to be an impossibly bright light. She stared at it in awe for a moment, marveling at the fact that they had been the ones to make this incredible discovery. Had the rest of Storybrooke just been...walking right past it, not even sparing it a second glance? It was just like them, not to appreciate the truly beautiful things in life. That was why she'd cursed them all here, after all. They didn't deserve to live in the Enchanted Forest, where everything was sparkly and beautiful...and there were unicorns...but this light was almost more awe-inspiring than anything she'd ever seen in the Enchanted Forest, and she wondered what strange sort of power might be behind its existence.

For a moment, she struggled to find proper words to express how she felt about what she was seeing. "When did that get there?" she blurted out finally, unable to take her eyes off it despite the fact that the brightness in combination with the alcohol was beginning to make her head throb a little. "I mean, I would have known if it was there. I know everything. I..." She was the Evil Queen, how could this have escaped her notice? There was only one explanation she could think of. "It's magic!" she murmured - well, thought she murmured, it came out more like a happy exclamation. "Magic...from....I think the fairies did this. Look, they're all along the streets!" Indeed, these streetlights were scattered along the block, brightening the paths before them and making sure that no one fell of the dark, treacherous paths that were Storybrooke's sidewalks.