She knew she shouldn't be hanging around a place like this. If anyone caught her here…she was sure to be in deep trouble. But she had an excuse. She was sick and tired of being known as the well-behaved, smart one. A well-behaved, smart girl only had teachers falling in love with her. She didn't get respect out of any of the other teenagers her age. They all looked up to Bubbles, cause she was amazingly adorable and Buttercup, because she was such a bad-ass.

She wanted people to think she was cool…wanted to make them envy her, like they did with her other sisters, wanted them to think she was the most awesome sister, not the dorky one. So she made a plan. A plan to blow them away.

The first and most easiest obstacle was the Professor. Being the brainy daughter had it's benefits with a scientist. Out of all 3 of his girls he trusted her the most which was no big surprise. That caused a pang of guilt to surge through her…but she pushed it heavily to the back of her head.

"I'm just going to the library to study," she called as she flew out. The Professor didn't give her a second glance. If it was Buttercup he would of questioned her severely for the next 5 minutes. If it was Bubbles he would of gotten one of the other sisters to go with her…he still didn't believe Bubbles could take care of herself yet much to the blond girl's annoyance.

Blossom had put on her must outrageous outfit in her cupboard, used nearly all her make-up and had spent half an hour on her hair. She hardly looked like herself anymore…but she liked her new image. Gone was the nerdy, goody-goody and here forever was the sexy, dangerous Blossom. The thought made her grin wide.

Now…she was feeling very nervous. Her plan was to cruise into a club which was whispered about with awe around the school…and blow everyone's minds when they saw the most boring puff there. This club, that some people were too scared to visit, was a legend around the school. Anyone from the school who was seen entering it would be talked about for weeks afterwards, praising the person for being so dangerous and brave to enter such a place.

It was called Otto's Club…Otto being the name that Him went under cause he didn't like people running away in fear whenever the heard that the person they were talking to was Him. Answering with Otto caused the demon mild invisibility and attracted people to his diner and club.

People still knew he ran the club, though. That was one of the things that made it such a scary and cool place to visit. And Blossom was visiting it! She, the puff that people thought was such a boring tight-ass!

As she entered it she saw a group of girls from her year exiting one of the more safer clubs from across the road. They saw her striding into Otto's Club and their jaws dropped open. A wave of pride shot through her.

The club was very dark, red lights hanging from the ceiling, shooting a eerie scarlet glow through the place. It was so dark she almost bumped into someone, a burly man who grinned and grabbed her butt. Next minute he was on the ground, yelling with pain and clutching his broken nose. No-one seemed to notice.

The place was crowded but strangely quiet and suffocatingly steamy. She couldn't make out the features of anyone around her, not even the people next to her. Everyone was swaying slightly to the droning music and whispering to each other. All the women were hardly dressed and even some of the men were as well. Big, cushy, pink seats sat in the corners where dark shapes were kissing each other with such ferocity Blossom seriously thought they should go find somewhere private.

Fighting against the normal, logical voice that told her to leave immediately she pushed over to sit at the bar which was full of dark shapes smoking and drinking without making a noise.

The creepy music, nearly pitch darkness, whispers, cigarette smoke and stifling heat was starting to frighten her a bit. Ha…it sounded bizarre to her that the leader of the Powerpuff Girls would be scared of a club.

The dark, shadowy bartender was cleaning a jar when he came to ask for what drink she'd like. He didn't even ask to see if she was at a legal age to drink…even though she was…but still it made the goody-goody part of her cringe a little. How many underage kids had gotten drinks here without a mishap?

As she was sipping at her drink, the music suddenly changed to a jazzy number and the red lights at the stage up front turned brighter.

She looked on in shock as a curvy, blond girl slinked her way onto the stage dressed only in lacy black lingerie and fish-nets. She recognized that girl…it was…Bubbles? In pure confusion she watched as her sister danced seductively on the stage, to hoarse shouts from the men in the crowd. The first instinct in Blossom's mind was to storm up there and drag her sister away, giving her a stern telling-off. She crushed that response and instead a white-hot feeling of jealously rose in the back of her throat. Here she was, thinking she so adventures and bad-ass, entering Otto's Club and her baby sister was a half-naked dancer there instead!

Bubbles was very good at dancing, as if she had done it millions of times before. The pink puff pushed her way until she was right next to the stage and glared at her so intensely there was no possible way the blue puff couldn't of noticed her. Bubbles took one look at her sister and her mouth opened in shock and she almost slipped over. Then she flicked her blond hair back and continued dancing, totally ignoring her.

She danced on for another 10 minutes then climbed off the stage. Someone passed her a furry, mink coat to put on over her lingerie and she hugged it tight around herself. She started to walk towards the exit.

In a second Blossom was beside her, catching her arm. Looking defeated Bubbles sighed and allowed herself to be dragged onto one of the cushy pink seats.

"Well?" Blossom growled, staring at her disapprovingly. Her sister looked like a little girl being told off.

"Well what? I'm 16 years old, Blossom. I can make decisions for myself," she hissed, refusing to make eye-contact.

"Anyway, I was sick of being sweet, innocent Bubbles that everyone treated like a baby. These guys don't treat me like a little girl," she grinned so widely she could be seen in the darkness

Blossom felt her anger edge away. That was nearly the same reason she came here, wasn't it? She wanted people to respect her more.

"Does Buttercup know?" She asked in a kinder tone. Her sister nodded.

"She wanted to be a dancer as well…but…" suddenly her sister blushed bright red in the shadows.

"What?" Blossom demanded.

"Well…dancer's have to sorta…fulfil requirements…" she said looking down and fiddling with her coat.

"What do you mean?" Blossom asked, not catching on.

"We have to fulfil…requirements…for Him, you know," Bubbles, if it was possible, went even redder. Finally understanding, Blossom's eyes widened in horror and she made a noise like an angry bird.

"That…little…perv!" She hissed through her teeth.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence, where Blossom tried to remove the mental picture from her head. Another girl was dancing on the stage to the droning music again, which immediately set her on edge.

"Do you wanna go home?" Bubbles asked softly, seeming entranced by the music. Her sister nodded slowly.

They drifted out in a daze.

As they flew home, Bubbles still dressed in the lingerie which must have been freezing, the blond girl finally spoke.

"You…you wont tell the Professor, will you?" She pleaded, shooting her sister a scared look.

The old, good, well-behaved dork rose in her for a brief moment. But after tonight…she sent her sister a reassuring look.

"I wont tell him if you do the same for me," she smirked.

And they both laughed out loud into the clear, black night.

A/N Because I can't write for an 18 year old, I've knocked the girl's ages down to 16...please give me some contructive critisism not just praise...I think I need it bad. ^^