Hooked on You [D2]

5 - Confessions

Third Person POV - Night of Mal's Return

"I'm back." Mal sing-songed, shoving the doors to Ursula's Fish and Chips open.

"Loser, party of one." Uma deadpanned. "Right this way, please."

"Where's Bridgette?" Mal asked, thrown off by the sudden change in person she was supposed to meet.

"She's busy, so she sent me." Uma smirked, kicking a chair over to Mal. The purple haired girl caught the chair abruptly, making Uma laugh. Mal sat down in the chair, screwing her face up.

"This place stinks." She commented.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Uma said, rolling her eyes. "We're down a butler today, princess."

"Where are they?" Mal asked. Uma ripped off her apron, tossing it to the floor.

"You know, I've dreamed of this." Uma mused with a laugh. "You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook."

"I'm so flattered that you dream of me." Mal retorted. "I haven't given you a thought since I left."

Uma slammed her hands down on the table harshly, glaring down at Mal. "Obviously."

Mal tilted head at this, seemingly confused at Uma's statement.

"You have your perfect little life, don't you?" Uma pressed. "Doesn't she have the perfect, little life?"

Ursula's seemed to come alive at the question, a mixture of laughter and clinking silverware filling the shop.

"And we're twenty years into a garbage strike." Uma commented, thinking back to the territory containing the pile of rotting garbage, where Bridgette made her collect money from when she first joined her crew.

"Listen, if you have some kind of score to settle with me, game on." Mal stated trying to appear as menacing as she once did. "I see no need to bring Ozzy or Ben into this."

The sound of sarcastic laughter filled the air, followed by the sound of the swinging doors of Ursula's hitting each other.

"It may be a little unnecessary," The voice of Bridgette Wolf mused. "But, oh, it is so much fun."

Bridgette's POV

Mal jumped at the sound of my voice, turning to face me with a fire in her eyes I hadn't seen since she left the Isle.

"Here's the deal." Uma continued.

"Just like your mother- always a catch." Mal recovered, turning to face Uma. Uma sat across from Mal, slamming her elbow on the table and holding her hand up. She sent me a look and I nodded once.

"If you win..." Uma trailed off, returning her eyes back to Mal. "Ben and Ozzy are free to go. Hmm?"

Mal copied Uma by slamming her elbow down on the table, holding her hand up right next to Uma's. Mal shot me a glare over her shoulder before turning back to Uma.

"Don't you want to know what I get if I win?" Uma asked with a sickly sweet tone. I smirked, watching the encounter.

"Still dreaming." Mal stated. Uma hummed and grabbed Mal's hand in hers.

"Last time I checked your mother thought she had things all sewn up, too, huh?" Uma asked.

"On three." Mal said through gritted teeth. They both counted down, and then started arm wrestling.

"You know, that whole princess act?" Uma asked. "I never bought it for a second. You can stick a tiara on a villain, but you're still a villain."

"And you can slap a pirate hat on, but you're still Shrimpy." Mal gasped, gaining the upper hand. I growled lowly, slowly approaching Mal from behind. Mal almost had Uma beat when I leaned down to her ear.