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Buttercup rolls over in bed. She sighs, knowing she should get up, but it's hard to get motivated when you've got nothing planned. This was basically the same routine each day. Her sister, Bubbles, would come in every morning, try to wake her up, then leave having failed. Six days of that so far. Six days of nothing to do, and six days without a job. Not like it was refreshing and favorable, but she had it for seven months. Hell, it would've been eight if she hadn't opened her mouth about her concupiscent boss. Always skirt lifting, ass grabbing, and being a creep in general. She only lost her damn job because she walked in on him with an employee, he assumed she would report it and went ahead and fired her. The Powerpuff stops her thoughts. It's done and over with.
She sits up, roughly rubbing her eyes. She probably only slept for four hours. She had went out drinking with a few friends. She smiles at the stupid stuff they did last night. She hopes to have more nights like that. Finally giving in, she forces herself downstairs. She spots Blossom at the table, reading the report she'd been working on all month. She attends Townsville Advanced, which is the only college she considers a challenge. One year left and she'll graduate. Bubbles nor Buttercup attend school. Bubbles has a goal of learning to take care of herself before getting into anything permanent. And Buttercup refuses to spend more than an hour in a place she despises.
"Okay, it's good." Blossom was reading to herself the whole time. Buttercup sits next to her sister.
"What's your little thingy about again?" Buttercup throws her feet onto the table. Blossom immediately pushes them off.
"It's about the less fortunate of Townsville." Blossom had told her this many times.
"Oh yeah, the 'poor people'. Totally forgot."
Blossom lightly taps her sister with her report, "If you don't find a job soon, you'll appear in this report too." She glances at the clock, knowing she'll be late if she doesn't get going. "Alright, I'll see you two tonight." She turns, her long pony tail swinging around. The bangs that frame her face bounce as she approaches the door. "Bye!" Her sisters simply wave back.
Buttercup yawns, putting her arms behind her head. She plays with her hair, and turns towards her optimistic sister. "Looks like it's just you and-"
"Actually, today, I'm running errands." Bubbles smiles, internally apologizing. She pulls out a list that was neatly folded and obviously made by Blossom. Buttercup frowns, knowing it's probably a lot to handle.
"Um, are you sure you don't want me to-"
"No it's fine." Bubbles laughs, brightening the mood. "If I sort everything into Blossom's categories, it's only eleven things to do." She states proudly. "Besides, I have all day." Buttercup takes the list from her, unfolding it.
"Or two days, this has like fifty things on it!" Buttercup retorts. Bubbles takes the list back.
"Thirty seven things." Bubbles corrects. The blonde reaches behind her sister to grab her purse and sweater. "I'm gonna get a head start on it." She winks, also leaving Buttercup alone. The raven-haired puts her face into her hands. If anything, this is the perfect time to get more sleep.
Butch lies on his stomach with his hands shoved under his pillow. If he keeps his eyes closed, he can still salvage the events taking place last night. She was a nice girl. Innocent, at the start. Hell of a surprise to find her waiting for Butch, though. He'd forgotten about her anyway. They met yesterday, after the meeting with HIM. She asked for directions to some church, and he had no fucking clue. His bedroom it is then! Not the first girl he's had behind Princess's back, and definitely not the last.
His alarm changes the mood. Ah, yes. Off to the best job in the world: Target! This goes with the whole "blend in and don't act fucking suspicious about all the money ya got!" The perks about dating Princess: her dad pays big bucks to keep a boy latched on to her. Butch sits up, ruffles his hair, then curses out loud to find last night's fun sleeping right next to him.
She was also lying on her stomach, something he found adorable. Butch smiles, "Hey." He nudges her, laughing while she stirs in her sleep. He envies what ever pleasant dream she's having. He leans down, smelling the musk the two of them created last night. He whispers to her softly, "I gotta go." The woman opens one eye at a time, watching Butch slip off the bed and walking over to the closet.
"Where are you going?" The woman sits up, wrapping the sheets to cover her breasts. Butch slips on his jeans, while turning to hide a smile. This girl is has cute wrapped up in a bottle. He's faced this before. He needs to call it now, or she'll probably stick around too long.
"Work. You can let yourself out." It was rude, but it wasn't foreign for him to say. The woman lifts herself from the bed. She hugs Butch from behind, kissing his neck.
"Alright, fine." Butch can feel her smile. The woman continues, "I'll leave." she laughs a little, turning Butch around to pull him into a kiss. Multiple kisses at that.
The kisses end, and she reluctantly gathers her things. Butch gets a vibe from this girl, she too knows this is a one-time thing. Thank God. Try explaining to a partner who has literally latched themselves to your feet and refuses to depart. The two walk over to the door. The woman kisses Butch once more, tugging at his chin. "I had fun." She smiles, leaving Butch alone.
The next half-hour he continues preparing for work. The mind tend to wanders when struck with boredom. Butch stands in front of the mirror, nitpicking at his hair. He thinks about work, his brothers, the free samples he'll find himself at, and Buttercup. Seven years, huh? How in the hell...? "Yeah, hi, hey, come on in, why don't you make yourself comfortable and stay for... two months, how's that sound?" Butch frowns, realizing some stupid shit about this girl. How many times has he seen her in the newspaper, three times? And every time, he'll ignore it. Oh and what about that Facebook incident? Listed under "Maybe You Know These People" was her face probably making a smart ass comment in the photo. Wednesday is the deadline.
He finds himself more curious than anything. Curious and excited. "Fuck it." Butch abruptly grabs his items, storming out the door. He decides it's tonight, or never. He'd have to contact his brothers to let them know, as well. Just as soon as he gets a new phone.
"So can you?" Buttercup shifts uncomfortably at the question her friend Tara desperately asks. It was suggested they go to a club Buttercup knew nothing about.
"I don't know... what is it again?" The Powerpuff tries, considering the option of getting out of it.
"It's called 'Exit!', remember...? Only opens on the weekends...? Closes at four in the morning, so-"
"And I should go because it would be good for me, and you wont leave me alone if I don't?"
"We'll pick you up soon, okay?" Tara finishes, not amused by the sarcasm. Buttercup hangs up, forcing herself over to her closet. She reminds herself to leave some sort of note, unless she wants another lecture from Blossom. Her sister actually returned from school earlier today, only to leave again. Something about an opportunity to help out her professor and grade papers. It's almost ten now, and poor Bubbles still hasn't returned, either. Buttercup hopes to leave before one of them arrives anyway.
It was sure nice to have the embodiment of Evil make a phone call to tell Butch some interesting news. How sweet of him. Butch speeds down every street, runs every red light, and tries to admire his new phone. He'll have to obsess over it later. He was told Buttercup would be spending some time at Exit! Nice, he'd been there a few times, so why not get a bit excited over this? Butch runs a hand through his hair, while gripping the wheel tightly with the other. Actually, to say he was excited, was a bit of an understatement.
This was a pretty interesting place. Neon lights seem to be a favorite. If you're gonna blind your guests, this is the way to do it. Buttercup shuffles in with Tara, and John, who decided to tag along. Buttercup finds herself picking out people she's met before. It hurts her to think more people go here than she thought. John reminds her that it was her job that got in the way. No job meant more time to experience the town. He was right, she supposes. The three of them make it out the floor, and dance for what felt like the hundredth time. Nothing better than a group of people who grind like there's no tomorrow.
Butch pushes his way through the crowd at the door. This a first for him. Going to a place for business, instead of pleasure. It could still be fun if he brings home extra work. He smiles at his own dumb joke. He looks around, noticing how naked the top rim of the place is. Everyone must be down in the pit. That's usually where he'd bale. The pit is just a place full of desperate, horny teens who have time to make fake ID's instead of studying for finals. Either Buttercup wasn't here yet, or he'd have to plug his nose, hold his breath, and hope for the best. He steps down from the first step, knowing this might be hell for him.
Black hair, green eyes. Black hair, green eyes. If he wanted black hair, and green eyes, he'd look in a goddamn mirror. Okay, short black hair, and huge fucking green eyes. Butch had been in the pit for about two minutes before being forced to dance. He wasn't exaggerating about the smell. He honestly was about to kick this one in the bucket before Jesus properly blessed him with a kick-ass miracle. And there they stood. Well, he stood. He didn't really want to touch someone he used to call a bitch in the third grade.
Buttercup was obviously having a great fucking time. Tara pushed her into a guy who looked like he didn't want to be there, and suggested he could use a bit of a cheer up. Buttercup smiles and dances, her moves corresponding with the music. The flashing lights did wonders for this guy's eyes. One of the reasons Buttercup agreed to join him.
Butch just watches her. He felt a bit out of place, being the only one not dancing. He taps into a barrier, grabbing her waist. Buttercup wraps her arms around his shoulders. She laughs at how he increases the distance between them. "I don't have a disease!" She speaks into his ear, pulling him close. Butch lets his lips rise at the corners. It was nice hearing her talk like normal, instead of screaming and throwing punches at his face. He honestly couldn't deny that those seven years were kind to her. Buttercup steps forward, her leg grazing his groin. Butch steps back.
"Let's get something to drink."
A quarantine wouldn't do. Nor would a makeshift prison. Keeping an animal caged was easy, not an actual person. Buttercup and Butch sit at the bar, finally out of the pit. He offered to buy her the drink, but she refused. He watched the fire in her eyes as she gave what she assumed to be a first impression. He smiles at that. "So what's your name?" She opens with, once they've received their beverages. Butch feels a bit hurt. He could tell who she was from a mile away. He knows she's not as dumb as she lets on. He purposely waits until she has the glass at her lips to speak up.
"Butch." He watches Buttercup choke on her drink. The bartender gives them a few odd looks.
"Butch? Of the Rowdyruff Boys?" Buttercup wipes her mouth, taking a napkin offered by said man. Butch mentally prepares a fighting stance, in case this ends badly. Instead, the Powerpuff laughs it off, lightly swatting him on the arm. "Wow." She looks at him admiringly. "What's it been? Five years?"
"Seven." Butch responds, slightly embarrassed he even corrected her. "Or somewhere around there, I think." Buttercup takes another drink, looking at him from head to toe.
"Okay, so you're staying out of trouble, I hope." She teases, knowing it's more than certain. Butch scoffs.
"Me? Out of trouble?" He laughs awkwardly, knowing that was damn foolish of him.
"Ha! Butch out of trouble!?" A perky voice pops up from behind them. Buttercup turns to make awkward contact with a pair of breasts that could slip out of the shirt at any moment. Butch hesitates before turning.
"Hey..." He gives in, facing the ditz.
"It's been a while since I've seen you, cutie!" This girl was blonde, beautiful and eager to leave. "I saw you sitting here and just wanted to say 'hi'!" Her southern accent spit all over Buttercup. The Powerpuff eyes Butch. "Have fun sweetheart!" She pats Butch's cheek, winking at Buttercup. Butch wipes his face, turning back to his drink.
"Staying out of trouble, I see." Buttercup comments, resting her elbows on the bar. Butch rotates his head, annoyed.
"She's a friend."
"A nameless friend?" Buttercup leans in.
"Pshh, I know her name." Butch glares at the Powerpuff, trying to force down a smile. "It's Kayce."
"You fucked her." Now it was Butch's turn to choke. Buttercup hands him a napkin.
"Friends." He corrects. Two months with this girl. Buttercup slips off the bar stool,
"Yeah, you say tomato, I say tamato. You say friends... I say fucked." She pats his back. He turns, knowing he can't let her leave.
"Wait," He stands up as well. Buttercup smiles at the thought of him wanting her to stay.
"It was nice to catch up, but I should go." She assumes he has other girls to hit on and buy drinks for. She leaves, passes the bar, and moves through the crowd. Butch furrows his brows, knowing he has to follow. Frankly, he was getting tired, and didn't want to deal with hindrances at the moment. He tosses cash onto the bar table, and immediately heads into the crowd.
He doesn't really have a plan. That's what worries him. His mind rattles here and there and he notices the bass of whatever song is playing doesn't help. The other thing that surely doesn't help is the commotion happening to his right. He looks over, realizing someone had fallen. People crowd around the girl... who looks just like... Butch quickly approaches all the others. Sure enough, Buttercup lies still on the hard floor covered in glitter and sweat. Butch exhales somewhat relieved. He kneels down, ignoring the comments from concerned women. He rolls his eyes, "It's okay. I know her." He picks the Powerpuff up, making a beeline for the door. Huh, so this is the help HIM was talking about.
Butch opens the passenger door of his vehicle. He places an unconscious Buttercup in the seat, buckles her seat belt, then pinches her cheek. "Say bye to everything for while, babe." He slams the door, somewhat satisfied with himself. He feels he should contact his brothers, and maybe brag a bit. He jogs around to his door, letting a giddy smile take over him.
Once they take off, Butch can't help but glance at Buttercup during every red light. There's gonna be a side to her he's never seen when she wakes up.
Wow, Butch is an ass. Can't spell "Rowdyruff Boy" without "douche-dick".
So you guys can pick which pairing you want next :)
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