A/N: I don't know. Uptown Funk was stuck in my head and I couldn't get it out.
The bottomless martini glasses had been given quite a work out. It was a clever enchantment of Maleficent's, for after all, what was the point of being a Queen of Darkness if you couldn't work in a few perks.
"Bloody heroes," bemoaned Cruella, her words just slightly slurred," All self righteous and judgemental when they have plenty of secrets in those high and mighty family closets."
"They're all villains, blah, blah, blah." Ursula was getting into the swing of the pity party," Everything they do is wrong." At that she rolled her eyes and clicked her fingers to refill her glass.
"You know what is wrong?" Cruella drawled, eyes sparkling with a combination of gin and lust, "Those bloody leather pants. How does a man with an arse that sinful fight on the side of good?"
Ursula shook her head. "Bastard," she spat, and drained her martini glass in one go. "Fucking sexy bastard."
From the comfortable chair in the corner, Maleficent leaned forward, taking a slow slip of her drink. She breathed out slowly and deliberately and spoke in a voice that was decidedly unlike her usual regal tone.
"That man is so hot, he would make a dragon want to retire."
Cruella's glass hit the floor as she cackled in response. "Too true, darling, too true."