Bad impression
Prompt : Cruella gets jealous and Ursula notices. Liking the attention, she teases and keep doing things/ flirting with someone/ pretending interest until Cruella gets really possessive and funny things happen.
Forced smiles, gin in excess and heavy sighs beyond the limit of manners: those wereall little signs but they were enough to understand Cruella's discomfort. And that discomfort wasn't due to the fact that she wasn't unusually at the centre of general attention, but more to the fact that she wasn't at the centre of Ursula's one.
In fact, while she had remained in silence for at least twenty minutes, swigging shot after shot, her girlfriend had started talking condifidentially – too confidentially for her own tastes – with a man in suit and tie. Sebastian something, former submarine inhabitant, Poseidon's friend, King Triton's first counselor… Blah blah blah… Cruella had stopped listening after the first hints of autobiography, but she did get something: those boring details didn't seem so boring to Ursula.
"Mermaid's sing can be really dangerous sometimes, but let me say that your singing voice is a joy for every ears"
"Well, let's say that I'm an octopus now"
"And the most beautiful octopus ever existed, if I am allowed to say that"
Ursula started to chuckle with a strangely skittish demeanor and – even more surprising thing – she reached out for the man, touching his arm in a friendly way. And, judging by the way he immediately kept her hand and mischievously smiled at her, he hadn't waited for anything else until that moment.
"And you are not a bad-looking lobster, yourself"
It wouldn't be bad a fur of lobster, as well - Cruella thought ironically, glaring at them from afar. She swigged another shot and mumbled another order.
"Oh, I see you've met dear Sebastian!" Poseidon exclaimed, choosing that exact moment to show up, giving a satisfied smile to the happy new couple.
Perfect, here it is the submarine Cupid. But where the hell was her new shot?
Ursula and Sebastian continued to chat and chuckle for a little while, this time encouraged by the King of the sea, who wasn't hiding his joy to see his daughter and his close friend so close. Cruella instead wasn't happy at all, while she just kept on looking and drinking. And mumbling not better identified words. Usually she would have stood up and yelled some random insults to the man who was daring flirting with her girlfriend, but in that moment she just felt paralyzed.
Maybe because she had drunk too much or because she hadn't drunk enough yet.
Or maybe just because, for the first time in her life, she was actually jealous.
"Urs, I think your friend is having a stroke" Poseidon suddenly said, turning casually to the seated woman and noticing probably for the first time her presence in the little group.
Hearing that sentence, Ursula's smile faded away immediately replaced by a worried expression, as she turned to the animal witch as well. She had noticed that, since the beginning of the evening, Cruella had been acting strange and honestly, she had liked that strange power she found herself to have on her thanks to a little bit of jealousy. But now that game was probably lasting too long and maybe – judging by the number of shots on the table – it could be the cause of her girlfriend's ethylic coma.
Despite her worry, Ursula didn't say anything though, but only because the other woman, probably awakened by that crack of attention, had already stood up and had started to cover in little steps the distance that was separating her from the other three people.
"Ursula doesn't like men…" she simply said, leaning on a footstool and glaring at the half lobster.
"There's no problem, I have been an animal" he answered, joking again.
Yes, and if Cruella had been more sober she would have thought about blowing in his face, commanding him to disappear from the face of the Earth. Instead, she just approached him more and pointed a finger at him.
"Stupid red shell, I mean that she likes women! She likes me!" she exclaimed bluntly, letting herself go to her feeling, made stronger by the abuse of alcohol. "Right, darling?" she added then, turning slightly her head to Ursula, giving her an almost uncertain look.
And that uncertainty was stressed by a sudden loss of balance that almost made her fall to the floor. Almost, because the octopus woman was quick to grab her with her tentacles, holding her until she could stand on her feet again. However the embarassment of the moment wasn't over, because without any warning, Cruella still half bent, found herself throwing up straight in front of the King of the Sea.
Luckily for her, her drunk state was covering her sense of shame.
About Ursula, well, she was strangely feeling a sense of pride instead and – at most – amusement for the scene.
"Excuse me, but now I think it's time for me to bring my girlfriend home" she said in fact, calmly.
And while Poseidon and Sebastian remained to stare at her with widened eyes – hard to say if by astonishment or rather more by disgust – Ursula dragged Cruella out of the place, keeping her head held high.
"Stop laughing, Ursula!" Cruella commanded, emerging from the covers with a nasty glare.
But that exclaimation only increased the sea witch's laugh, even if it was an almost tender one. She had just confessed to the other woman that everything happened the previous night was the product of a game – and Cruella had totally fallen for it. And damn it, how much it was annoying her now to know about that!
It wasn't because she had showed her weakness to Ursula, but rather because she had showed her madness in front of her father!
Goodbye to any chance to be welcomed in the giant squids family.
"Com'on, you have been so cute…" Ursula teased her, keeping on smiling amusingly.
This time Cruella sighed heavily and covered again herself under the cover, in a sudden new attack of pure shame. Even if it was past midday, her hangover wasn't over yet and the physical pain was worsened by the memory of the night before. They were vague and general memories, but the scene of herself throwing up in front of King Poseidon was something very clear in her mind.
"I've made a terrible impression on your father, don't you see that, darling?" she whispered, while a rare expression of fear appeared on her face.
Ursula didn't dare denying it, but gave her a reassuring smile anyway.
Because in the meantime, with that strange display of care, Cruella had made a good impression on her.