hey gold, guess what?

Gold wanted to win. And Oliver didn’t seem to be giving off anything he could latch onto and exploit like that last time. Gold always won. Or so he thought. He had to win this. The little asshole wasn’t going to get away with being like to this time. Oliver was a snot-nosed punk who needed to be knocked down a few rungs on his ladder of superiority. Oliver was below him, he was not at his level. Gold had to tell himself this or he would fall down that hole of self-pity. He would fall down and loathe himself even more, even though he was at a good place in his life now. While he still hated himself, it was better, and he liked the person he was becoming. And it was nice to knock someone like Oliver down a few rungs because… then it really did make him feel better than he knew he was. “Science is change, yes. The world is changing. But it could never change enough to make a face like yours attractive.”

The Macarena stripped. No, stop it Gold. Don’t think of Georgina doing– Why did he do this to himself? What was wrong with him? Before he thought about the kind of lover Oliver was and now he had the image of Georgina doing the Macarena burned into his brain forever. He needed it to be washed out. Just picture Belle doing that. Nope. It didn’t work. He tried, and it just kept switching back to Georgina. What the hell was wrong with him? It was disturbing to him, mostly because he didn’t find Georgina attractive in that way. He normally didn’t look at anyone in that way. Ever. Except Belle. And Cora. And Milah. And… well, he tended to have a type and he didn’t think like that often. Well… he did. But… that wasn’t the point. He hadn’t ever thought of Georgina like that. “Yes. Yes I have.” That was all he replied, not wanting to expand the fact it was playing over and over in his mind. He quickly looked at Belle and smiled, then looked back at Oliver with a glare, the terrible image in his head at least fading slightly.

Gold laughed. “Right. Go ahead. Try. And when you do, I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again. It won’t be prison and I wouldn’t kill you. It would be much… worse.” Threats. Best way to go about things, Gold figured. He liked threatening. Well, it wasn’t as much the threatening as the following through on the threat. He could imagine it now. Oliver, chained up, bloodied until he was begging for mercy, and yet, still continuing. Oh, that was a fantastic image to have.

Him? Too young compared to her? Ha. Not really. It was funny though, especially given Oliver’s reaction. He wanted Oliver to feel like shit. And getting him to feel like his girl here betrayed him? Oh, that would be even better. Especially if they broke up. Then Oliver would definitely not be getting any and Gold would reign superior. “Oh yes, a business transaction.” He offered a hand to Georgina. “We can get that transaction done right here, right now. In the back of my shop. It’s nice and quiet. You can be as loud as you want.” Yes, he was a jerk. And he was proud of it. At least at this point. He leaned towards Belle for a moment and whispered to her, in order to assure her that while he might be outwardly trying to be a jerk to Oliver, he wasn’t actually suggesting what he seemed he was suggesting, making sure to whisper quiet enough that the other two might pick up on a white noise sound but not really be able to tell what he was saying. “It’s alright, she just has information I need.”