Brick raises his fist, banging roughly on the door and waiting three seconds before repeating. He's on his third repeat when it opens, the blonde girl from earlier looking up at him.
"Can I help you?" She asks, voice still as high and sweet sounding as it had been before.
Brick rolls his eyes. "I'm sure you could, but there's a whore in here somewhere who has something that belongs to me." He pushes her out of the way and enters the house, his brothers behind him.
The blonde looks shocked for a second, slightly afraid, and then she calls out. "BUTTERCUP! BLOSSOM!"
and within seconds there are girls running out of the back room and surrounding her protectively.
"What the fuck are you doing?" The black haired one, who the boys recognize from last night, glares at them.
"You took something of ours last night." Butch says, glaring back just as fiercely. "We came to get it back."
The black haired girl looks confused for a moment, then realization hits her face. "These are the fucking music guys." She says to the other girls.
"What did you take from them?" The red head asks, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I swear to god Buttercup you never learn."
"I didn't steal anything!" the black haired girl, Buttercup, insists. "I just took the volume thing from their radio."
"That is the exact definition of stealing."
"Shut the fuck up" she says to the red head, then turns to the boys. "And you three aren't getting shit. Should've turned it down yourself when you had the chance. I'm sure you can spare an extra quarter for a new one anyway, I look forward to taking hat one too."
"Look bitch" Brick points at her. "I'll kick your ass if you don't give me the fucking knob. I'm not above hitting a girl."
"You're not above much by the looks of it" buttercup grins, stepping forward. "Come on then, fuckwad, get some."
Before either can make a move the red haired girl is pulling Buttercup back angrily, and the blonde girl is scurrying to the back room.
After a few moments she returns, the knob in her hand. "Is this it?"
the boys all nod and Brick takes it from her, smirking at the black haired girl who holds up her middle finger.
"while we're here." Butch says, eying the blonde. "What are your rates?"
The girls stare at him, confused. "Rates?" Asks the blonde one.
"Yea. how much do ya charge?" Butch explains.
"For what?" the red head frowns.
"You are hookers aren't you?" boomer asks, and the girls look horrified at the idea, except the black haired one who bursts into laughter.
"I don't know" she says between laughs "what's funnier. that you think we're hookers, or that you think you could afford us if we were."
The blonde one looks ready to cry at the idea, and the red head rubs her back gently. "We aren't hookers."
"Then what are you doing at Utonium's house?" Brick asks, confused.
"We're his daughters." the red head answers, still scowling.
"Nice try pinkie" Butch shakes his head. "We've lived beside Utonium for five years, and we aint seen no kids. Trust me, I would've remembered your figures."
"Our mom died last month." the red head says, sobering Buttercup from her laughter and making the blonde one run off to the back room, sobbing loudly. "thanks for bringing it up ass hole."
when they get back to their house Butch throws himself onto the couch with a grunt, tired from their already busy day.
"That was some weird shit." Boomer falls into the broken chair in the corner. "Like fucked up weird shit."
Brick nods in agreement. "When the bitch said her mom was dead I almost felt bad" he admits. "Until I remembered that I don't give a shit."
"Me too." Butch chuckles, face buried in a dirty cushion. "they are hot though."
Both brothers nod. "Fuck yea." Brick laughs. "the girl in the beanie can ride me anytime."
"i don't care which one it is." Butch shakes his head. "actually, I want all three at once."
Boomer picks up an empty can from the table beside him and tosses it at Butch's head. "You couldn't get even one of them if they were drugged man, and you especially can't get one when they're sober."
"Oh yea?" The black haired boy sits up, tossing the can back to the blonde. "Wanna bet?"