A/N
A nice drink is nice. Too many is not nice. Just… don't get wasted. A word of advice. Even Maleficent would agree. :P
"Ugh."
Maleficent woke up to an infernal headache and a foul taste in her mouth. Eurrghh. What had she done yesterday anyway? Probably been drinking. Heavily. As she cracked an eye open, the modest daylight sent the already horrendous headache skyrocketing into something more like the ninth circle misery.
"Owww!" she groaned and put the pillow over her head to block out the light. Given how she felt, there was no spell in any of her books that would even touch this hangover. Red wine. Why in the name of Hell had she poured that vile beverage down her throat? Had she been smoking, too? Probably. Her clothes smelled like an ashtray.
"Oh this is bad, this is bad, this is so bad…" she whined as she tried to sit up. Her head was spinning and her stomach lurched, but thankfully kept its content in place. She leaned her poor head into her hands and whimpered again as she tried to reconstruct last night's adventure in her mind.
It had started out quite classy, but escalated quickly. She sort of remembered dancing with someone intent on sticking his tongue down her throat. What happened next? Oh, yes, he had grabbed her a bit too intimately and she had incinerated him on the spot. And then there was someone who didn't believe she could indeed turn herself into a dragon, so she had to show off.
Oh God, that was just embarrassing, she thought and squeezed her eyes shut. A big, fire breathing, drunk dragon with the hiccups. Not the greatest of ideas.
After the fire had been put out, she had heard there was a party in the castle, and she hadn't been invited. It only seemed logical to crash it. She vaguely recalled getting into a fight there. Wait, had she put a deathly curse on the Princess Aurora? Oh damnit, she had. She always did stupid shit like that when she got drunk.
"I am never drinking again", she muttered to nobody in particular and rubbed her face with her hands, smearing her already messy makeup. "Never, never, never again."
She checked her cell phone and found a new text. From Jafar. What did he want?
"Hehe, check my YT channel, Mallie. Your little dragon moment has 2000 views already!"
"ARRRGHH! I am never going out again!"
Another text beeped in. This time it was from Hades.
"Hey there, pretty horns. Going out tonight? There is this new goth club opening, and I thought maybe you'd like a date?"
Alright. Alright. She would go out tonight. But not drinking.
Okay, maybe just one drink. Possibly two. But absolutely no more than three.
Wait a second, wasn't that how she reasoned last night? Oh, well.