AN: Sorry if the first one bothered some of you. Thanks to some of the reviews, I realized that it wasn't really realistic so I'll try to make the rest more clear. Thanks for reviewing! Now onto a more lighthearted AU! There are some suggestive scenes, but no lemons!

Buttercup's POV

It was my sisters' and my 21st birthday party and while my sisters were drinking responsibly at one side of the bar with my dad, I was on the other side with a few of my friends getting as wasted as I possibly could. My best friends Mitch and Robin, who turned 21 months before me, taught me how to 'professionally' take a shot. Currently, they were on their 5th shot of tequila and staring at me in amazement as I downed my 30th shot of Absolut Vodka and was only a little buzzed.

It became a bet throughout the bar how many shots I could handle before I threw up. Right now, the highest bet was 60. The bartender poured ten shot glasses and lined them up in front of me. Luckily, my family was across the bar, so it would give me time to try to reach 60 before my dad cut me off.

I took all ten shots in ten seconds, which was apparently a new bar record, but I didn't really care, I just wanted to down more than 60. After finishing those ten, another ten were placed in front of me. I took a deep breath before downing the next ten only taking a little longer. I could tell I was drunk at this point since I struggled to pick up the glasses without spilling any. When he put the next ten down, I motioned for him to put an extra at the end, which he did. I could tell that half the people were crossing their fingers I couldn't take the last shot, but they didn't know how determined I was. I took each one slower so I wouldn't spill any and I was down to the last one. I raised the shot glass to my lips and downed it with some difficulty, but it was down nonetheless.

"BUTTERCUP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Well there was the Professor… was it the professor? A man dressed in white walked up, my head was spinning too much for me to recognize any features. "Oh is tahat you prfeslr?" I realized I couldn't make myself talk in comprehensible sentences. "I TOLD YOU TO DRINK RESPONSIBLY!" I started laughing uncontrollably and I didn't even know why. I tried to get up from my seat, but the ground was moving and I couldn't find my footing and fell on the ground. I started laughing at myself and I could barely catch my breath and couldn't stop myself from laughing.

"Soerry prahfsr…" after getting that lit I started laughing loudly again. I could hear him groan over all the other people laughing around me. I felt two people help me up, which I was grateful for since I couldn't walk on my own. I opened my eyes and everything was spinning and I was starting to feel motion sick. "I neesd to gowh to the bafthroom…" I guess whoever was with me could get the general idea of what was going on because they helped me into a bathroom stall and I locked the door behind me, not wanting anyone to watch me puke my guts out.

After about three minutes of throwing up, I felt a lot more sober, but still pretty drunk, drunk enough to call the number written in sharpie on the stall wall. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number 635-267-1748 (not a real number, don't call it). I laughed the whole time it was ringing and after the third ring, a voice that would've sounded familiar if I wasn't so out of it picked up.

"Umm… Hello?"

I started laughing but was able to reply. "Hey, I'm calling you from a bathroom stall!"

"... did you get the wrong number?"

"... I don't know, it's son the swall I'll read it tto you… sits, theree, five, two, sits, seneven, one, seneven, four, eightt. Did dI get the right one?"

"Umm… yeah that's my number… I'm Butch who are you?"

I laughed for a while since his name sounded so familiar to me. "I'm Bu-tter-cup and I'm reawly reawly drunk."

"... Buttercup Utonium?"

"Hows do you know wmy nayme?"

I heard him groan from the other line. "Happy birthday, Buttercup, I'll call you tomorrow afternoon when you aren't shitfaced drunk and you might actually remember the conversation."

"No dson't leave me!"

"Bye Buttercup."

With that he hung up and I walked out of the bathroom and washed my hands. Whoever brought me in here more than likely left when they heard me throw up. I used the wall to support me and I looked up to see a stern professor, a disgusted Blossom, and an amused Bubbles. "Awre swe leavskng?" The professor's eyes narrowed at me, "Yes, and we need to have a talk tomorrow morning." I fell asleep halfway home and woke up to an alarm that was too loud for my pounding head and sunlight that burned my eyes more than it should've. I looked over to my nightstand to see a bottle of aspirin and a large glass of water. What happened last night? I sat up and took 4 aspirin and chugged the whole glass of water.

I grabbed my phone and checked everything I did last night and saw that I had a 15 minute conversation with someone last night at about 1:26. I immediately felt awful for whoever I woke up. I looked over and saw that it was 3:22 PM and figured now was a good time to call and apologize. When I was about to press the call button, I received a call from the same number. How convenient! I picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how's the hangover?"

"Ummm… how'd you know about that? Who is this?"

"Ah, so you were so drunk that you don't even remember anything? How much did you drink?"

"I counted up to 61 shots of Absolut. And no, I don't remember anything, who is this?"

"Hahahahahaha, Buttercup you crack me up! You shouldn't have hat that much for your first time! You called my number last night in the bathroom. You were very very drunk."

I started to get frustrated as my headache worsened and I still didn't know who this was. "Who the fuck is this, give me a name!"

"...calm down babe, it's me, Butch!"

"Fuck… of all the people I could've called, I called you."

"Well damn cupcake, go easy on me, that kinda hurt!"

"Look, I'm sorry I woke you up last night… is there anyway I can make it up to you?"

"Well you could always come over and suck my-"

"NON SEXUAL"

"Aww poo. I guess I could settle for a date. You're pretty hot and I think you're kinda funny. I'll even pay. We can go to IHOP, it's about five minutes from both of us."

"Ugh fine… I guess I do owe you. What time should I get there?"

"I'll be at your house to pick you up at 3:30, a lunch date. Then, if you want to, you can come over to my house and do whatever."

"Ok see you tomorrow Butch…"

"Who said anything about tomorrow? I meant today!"

"Butch I'm hungover and look like actual shit, plus, my dad's probably gonna give me an earful for embarrassing him! Take a shower, get dressed and sneak out your window, it's doable."

"Ugh, fine, see you at 3:30."

"K see ya babe!"

I hung up and started getting ready for Butch to pick me up. I took a long shower, which actually helped a little with the hangover and picked out my clothes after drying off and putting on lotion. I decided on matching black lace thong and bra with a pair of ripped jean shorts, a green and black ombré crop top, which showed my silver belly ring, and a pair of black and silver gladiator sandals. I pulled my green highlighted sideswept beings into a clip and left the rest out. My hair was now down to my mid back and wavy. I decided I might as well look somewhat nice and put on some makeup. I didn't really need too much, so I only really used black eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes pop.

I heard someone coming up the stairs so I took that as my cue to leave. Before anyone could open my door, I opened the window and flew outside. It was 3:25 so Butch should be here any moment. I hadn't even seen him in over 6 years and he only could've possibly seen me on the news, so I wondered why he wanted a date, it was kinda random.

I heard the professor screaming in my room, obviously angry that I snuck out without talking with him about last night. I cringed, but was very grateful when a car that I assumed was Butch's car pulled up.

I stayed close to the house so the professor couldn't see me from my window and when I was sure he wasn't in my room anymore, I made a break for Butch's car and hopped in the passenger seat. "Go!" I could feel him glance at me and then he took off. I looked out the window to see the Professor run outside yelling after the car.

I started laughing and turned to Butch. When I looked at him, I stopped laughing and my jaw almost-almost dropped. He was HOT! He had a chiseled jaw line, clean shaven, perfect tanned skin, and a badass spiked hairstyle that perfectly topped it off. "So why did you want a date Butch?" He looked at me and laughed a little. "You're joking right? EVERYONE I. TOWNSVILLE wants a date with you or one of your sisters!" I felt a little disappointed for some reason, but shrugged it off. "So you're saying if one of my sisters called you last night it would be one of them here right now instead of me?" He gave me a quick once over. "Nah, I think you're the hottest, and have the best ass."

I glared at him, "If you weren't driving I would've punched your teeth out!" He started laughing. "Good thing I'm driving then cupcake!" I rolled my eyes. I didn't know why, but for some reason I didn't mind too much when he teased me. I couldn't help but smile at his pet names that I would hate coming from anyone else. They just sounded so natural coming from him.

We pulled up to IHOP, which was packed, but it was ok since their service didn't take too long. We took a walk while waiting for our table, and he was brave enough to hold my hand. I would've normally hit anyone who tried, but it felt right so I let it happen. "You got hot, Butch." I decided I would let him know, I was always the more blunt of my sisters. I saw him smirk and realized I wanted to make him do that more, it looked so damn hot on him. "You got pretty damn hot yourself Cupcake. Not to mention, I've never seen an ass quite as gorgeous as yours." I slapped him in the arm but not that hard. I secretly enjoyed knowing that he lusted after me.

We walked back to the restaurant just in time to get seated. They had a lot of workers on duty so our meal actually went pretty quick. Butch and I both got the same thing, the shortstack combo. I wished it lasted longer because I found that I actually really liked Butch, even with him being a total pervert.

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to walk around a little bit and then go to a nightclub? I know you probably aren't in a rush to get home." I looked like I was thinking about it, but I already knew I was going to accept, and by the look on his face, he did too. "I guess I can… I mean, I really am not looking forward to getting a lecture from the professor…" he smirked at me in that hot cocky way that drove me crazy. "I knew you would come!"

He held my hand again and we walked to the park. "Hey, not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are you holding my hand? I was pretty sure you were only in this to hook up with me." He actually looked surprised at what I said, and I felt accomplished that I somehow managed to catch him off guard. "You really thought I was just trying to sleep with you?" It was my turn to be surprised, I was expecting another perverted comment, but he sounded kinda guilty. "Well I mean, I've heard nothing but perverted comments all day and you said you liked me because I had the best ass of the powerpuffs. What does it sound like to you?" I saw his normally amused and cocky eyes soften a little. "You know, I actually do like you…" his smirk returned, "you being hot just adds to it!"

I was actually kinda relieved that he was back to normal because his soft side was kinda scaring me. We sat with each other in the park until it was late enough to go to a nightclub catching up with each other's lives. Apparently his brothers and he quit evil a while ago, which was a huge relief to me.

At 7, we decided to make our way to the nightclub. We held hands the whole way there. When we got to IHOP's parking lot, we hopped in Butch's car and started driving. One hand was on the wheel and his other made its way to rest on my upper thigh, but it was ok because it was him. "Your skin is really soft Cupcake." He smirked over to me and I winked at him, feeling brave. Apparently that caught him off guard, because his smirk dropped and he looked at me in surprise. It was my turn to smirk at him. "God you're sexy babe." I turned to him, still smirking, "So I've heard." With that we pulled up to the club.

We hopped out of the car and we both got in after showing our IDs. He walked my over to the bar. "I'm guessing you aren't gonna want 61 shots of Vodka, so what do you want?" My face paled at the memory of my hangover this morning and I decided on a beer. Butch laughed a little at me, but ordered the beer, which we enjoyed a few of before going to dance.

Butch didn't know this, but I was a great dancer. He pulled me close to him and I started expertly grinding on him to the rhythm of the song. His hands moved from my waist to my hips and he whispered in my ear, "Trying to say something babe?" To his surprise, I spun around and faced him, "Maybe I am…" It was my turn to be surprised though when he pulled me into a hot kiss, which I was too shocked to respond to until he gave my ass a hard squeeze. I snapped out of my shock and kissed him back expertly. Out of my sisters, I had the most practice with kissing and anything boy related, which was kinda surprising to the professor since I was the tomboy of the group. I guess he just never understood that I had kissed most of my guy friends. I slid my tongue over Butch's lower lip, asking for entrance, which he was happy to give. I flicked my tongue on the roof of his mouth and I could feel him shiver. I moved my hands up to run my fingers through his hair. As I pulled away, I let my arms come to rest on his shoulders and I bit lightly on his lower lip. Even in the darkness of the club, I could see the lust in his eyes as he dragged me out to his car.

He opened the door to the back seats and pushed my in and started to kiss me with twice as much passion. He closed the door with his foot and pushed me on my back. And started running his hands up and down my sides and I put mine up his shirt to feel the abs that I knew were there. He pulled away for a second to take his shirt off and tugged on mine as if silently asking for permission to take it off. I took it upon myself to get rid of the already revealing shirt. "Black lace, sexy.. would I be correct to guess you have a thong on to match that?" I smirked at him, silently answering his question, but right as he went to unbutton my shorts, a loud knocking was heard from the window of the car.

We looked at each other in a panic when we saw the Professor standing right outside the window looking absolutely livid. I quickly put my shirt back on and hesitantly got out of the car, Butch did the same. "Umm… hey dad… how'd you… umm.. find me?" His glare hardened, "I saw you on the news with this guy in IHOP then kissing him in the middle of a nightclub while we were supposed to be having a talk about your behavior last night! I guess we have two nights to talk about now!" I rolled my eyes and responded, "Dad, I'm 21! You don't need to be looking over my shoulder like I'm a 12 year old! If I want to fuck a guy, I should be allowed to without you banging on his car door!" I looked at the Professor's now pale angry face. "Yeah man, just loosen your chain on her a bit, it's not like I'm just a random guy she decided to hook up with!"

The professor's glare shifted from me to Butch. "You stay out of it!" Then he looked to me, "What happened to abstinence?!" I looked at him and started to laugh. I didn't really mean to, but the fact that he held us to our promises as 10 year olds was laughable. "Dad! We've all had sex before!" He went pale and fainted. I looked over to Butch. "Sorry about that… I enjoyed tonight though, if you did too, you know my number. Maybe next time we won't be interrupted…" with that I gave him a goodbye kiss and started to walk away. "WAIT! Will you be my girlfriend? I've had the biggest crush on you since junior year! I know it sounds crazy, but it's true!"

I looked at him in shock. I would have never guessed that would come from Butch, especially with how cocky he is. I smiled and kissed him again. "Yeah, I'll be your girlfriend." As I turned to drive the Professor home, Butch slapped my ass hard enough to make me jump. "Butch Jojo, you are SO lucky I like you!" I picked up the professor and propped him up in the passenger seat and buckled him in. I got in the driver seat and drive the Professor home (I only had three beers so I wasn't drunk).

I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Butch and I were a thing now and it was all because I called his number that was written on a bathroom wall while I was shit faced drunk. What a lovely start to a beautiful relationship. I looked over to the professor. Now to see if he approves…

AN: So there's another AU! Hope you liked it! I wanted to mix up the feels a little bit so I'm going to try to alternate genres. Please review, thanks for reading!