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Uma threw down a tray of food at someone, something they clearly didn't want.
"Hey, I wanted the fried clams!" She turned around, probably just wanting to complain. "And I wanted a sea pony." Uma retorted, getting in her face, "Life ain't fair!" She walked away, but just as she did, Mal came in, pushing open the doors.
"I'm back~." She said, in a sing-song voice, "Loser, party of one. Right this way please." Uma gestured towards a seat, and kicked it at Mal, she caught it quickly though. Uma just laughed and then called out, "Harry! Bring the girl." (you heard her, little boy), Mal sat down backwards on the chair and sighed.
"Place still stinks." She spoke, looking around. "Oh, I'm sorry. We're down a butler today." Uma leaned down a little, "Princess."
"Where are they?" As if on cue (probably was, we all know he loves an entrance) (that's what she said), Harry walked out holding Y/N, she had a cloth in her mouth cause if she didn't she'd probably bite him and call him a dobber. Mal looked over with wide eyes, honestly she's never seen Y/N angrier. It's scary.
"You know, I've dreamed of this." Uma chuckled after taking her apron off. "You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook." She leaned back on a table.
"I'm so flattered that you dream of me. I haven't given you a thought since I left." Uma walked over and banged her hand on the table, "Obviously. You have your perfect little life, don't you?" Uma turned around, facing her crew.
"Doesn't she have the perfect little life?" She yelled out, in response she got nods and laughter, she turned back around, "And we're 20 years into a garbage strike."
"Listen, if you have some kind of score to settle with me, game on! But I see no need to bring Ben and Y/N into this." Mal spoke, raising her voice, she was probably getting impatient. Uma laughed, "It may be a little unnecessary, but, ugh, it is so much fun. Here's the deal."
"Just like your mother, always a catch." Mal wasn't wrong, always the fucking catch. Uma sat down and raised her arm on the table, "If you win, Ben and Y/N are free to go! Hmm?" She spoke, "Don't you wanna know what I get if I win?" She asked innocently, like a little girl.
"Still dreaming."
"Mm, last time I checked your moth-"
Y/N spit the cloth out and kicked Harry, "Dobber." She muttered, "MAL, IF YOU DO NAE FUCKIN' WIN THIS, I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!" She yelled, this place is boggin, the people are annoying ,and if she hears another word out of Harry she will rip his dick off.
"Your friend there doesn't act like an AK.."
"I know." Mal rolled her eyes and put her arm up. "On three."
"One." Uma.
"Two." Mal.
"Three." They spoke in sync, the crew gathering around to watch them. And it's started!
"You know, that whole princess act. Ugh. Never bought it for a second. You could stick a tiara on a villain, but you're still a villain." Uma spoke, trying to get her hand down.
"And you can slap a pirate hat on but your still shrimpy." Mal quickly retorted, fake gasping after. That clearly annoyed Uma, because Mal got her hand down a bit. This made Y/N laugh, but it was muffled cause of the cloth. And there was a hook to her neck. "Oh, a hook? Are you flirtin' with me?" She looked at Harry and smiled. "Maybe."
"What?" She didn't expect that response. Mals eyes turned green, making Uma struggle more, but she just laughed it off. Mal smirked, watching her, she almost had her hand down. "If I win, you bring me the wand, and Y/N is my prisoner."
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