A shot is better than a damn!
Prompt: Ursula and Cruella dancing?
"Com'on darling, let's have a drink!"
The answer to that umpteenth proposal was an umpteenth annoyed sigh. Ursula didn't want to let herself go that night and her mind seemed to be very far from the crowded place they were in at the moment; the Dark One alone in his cabin, Maleficent and Regina kidnapping a child, while she and Cruella were supposed to wait for a sign to intervene: actually there was more than a reason to be sober and alert.
"Oh, please… I've already oredered four shots, you don't really want to make me drink alone, do you?" Cruella asked again. And in the meanwhile she had already had two drinks. "Oh, thanks, darling…" she said to the barman who had just served her. "Tell me, when do you find such a quick service at Granny's?"
After that comment, said more to herself than to anyone in particular, she glanced one last time to the guy beyond the counter and then focused again all her attention on her girfriend. While she was giving her one of the gin-fulled little glass, on her face there was an usual annoyed expression but at the same eyes uenxpected puppy eyes. And frankly, the sea witch didn't know which side was scaring her the most.
"Alright! Damn you, Cruella!" she exclaimed eventually, after a slight hesitation. She looked up to the sky, but she surrounded to take the shot of gin.
Cruella smiled triumphantly and made their shots touch. "Remember, a shot is better than a damn!"
Almost a hour and many – too many – shots later, there hadn't been any damns and, on the contrary, it looked like any worry had been completely vanished from their minds. Cruella kept her good humour - that the gin had only increased – and about Ursula… Well, she was totally euphoric.
After just joking and laughing at first, they suddenly decided to start dancing and, in spite of every expectations, it was the sea witch to suggest that idea. Moving with a good sense of rhytm, they started to head to the centre of the room, where they let loose with more decided and provocative moves, which implied a mischievous closeness between their bodies. Everbody's eyes were already on them, but – even if liking the attention – they only had eyes for each other.
That already curious show, had the opportunity to worsen though. And the worst happened when "I love rock 'n roll" by Joan Jett started to play.
"I love this song!" Ursula exclaimed, stopping abruptly to dance and almost clapping with an unusual ecstatic expression.
"Then, we have to dance it properly, darling!" Cruella answered mirroring her enthusiasm, while a mischievous smile went forming on her lips.
This time it was the animal witch's turn to lead the game; in fact, she grabbed her girlfriend's hand and drag her toward the counter. After making two men move aside, Cruella removed her precious fur and – thing even more strange – even her high heels; then she climbed on the table and offered her hand to the other woman. Keeping mumbling the song's words to herself, Ursula didn't loose time before accepting the help and so, right in time for the refrain, they both found themselves jumping barefoot on the counter. They started to move in an even more sensual way than before and their hands started to touch each other's body, almost seeking for a deeper contact, one that they knew they couldn't have in that moment though; back to back, face to face, almost touching lips… It was a luck that the song ended in that moment and that the crazy dance left them almost out of breath.
While the two were staying one in the arms of the other, happily laughing, the whole club suddenly clapped, along with excited exclamations and whistles of admiration. Cruella, as the drama queen she was, attempted to make a half bow to her public, but Ursula – probably realizing the extension of their night folly – climbed down from the counter and invited the other woman to do the same. The crowd didn't calm down though and actually it was reclaiming seconds. The new song by a certain Ellie Goulding wasn't inspiring enough, though.
"A free shot for the two queens of the Rabbit Hole!" the barman exclaimed.
Cruella glanced at him and then also gave him a complicit wink. She had said it immediately that he was a real darling, after all.
"You know what I want to do now?" Ursula suddenly whispered, reclaiming her attention again.
The two-colored haired woman let out a chuckle and made their faces very close again. "Hopefully, the same thing I want…"
"Well, but we should come back to Granny for than…"
"The hell with Granny! We have my car!"
With that determined suggestion, Cruella ended any doubts and, not able to resist her instincts anymore, involved Ursual in a passionate kiss. However all the intensity of the moment was soon interrupted by the persistent vibration of a phone coming from the sea witch's leather racket.
A missing call from Maleficent: free time was over, it was time to come back to work.
"Damn it!" she instinctively cursed, not hiding her irritation.
Cruella instead, even if she was annoyed too, gave excellent proof of resilience. In fact, almost reproaching Ursula with her look for that change of humour, handed her one of the little glasses that the barman had just served them, as promised.
"Drink, my darling. And remember, a shot is –"
"- Better than a damn!" the sea witch concluded, not hesitating this time to drink all the gin in just one sip.
And, juding by the new smile on her lips, it looked like she had seriously started to believe that as well.
*The title is taken by a sentence from "Brave New World" by Huxley. It was originally "A gramme is better than a damn".
I would really like to know if you are liking this collection so far... By the way, I'm almost running out of prompts, so if you want to give me some I'd be glad to take them:)