Chapter 7: Villain Bash [Part 2]
10 minutes since they had arrived at the party, The Powerpuff Girls stood awkwardly by a table with lots of presents.
"Soo..Blossom. Now that we're here, what do we do?" Bubbles asked, nervously.
A sound between a snort and a laugh escaped Buttercup's lips. "Bubbles, what do people do at parties?"
"Dance?" Bubbles replied, uncertain.
"Obviously. Seriously Bubbles, where have you been?" Buttercup looked at her sister incredulously.
Bubbles put her hands on her hips defensively. "I know what people do at parties. But this isn't just any party..it's a party with villains as guests. So I was just wondering if it would be different. There's nothing wrong with wondering." She looked at one of her hands, trying to look interested and nonchalant at the same time.
Her green-eyed sister rolled her eyes. "This won't be much different. Just look around, Bubbles." She spread out one arm. "They're just chatting away, dancing, eating, ya know?"
Blossom put a hand on Bubbles's shoulder. "Yeah." She looked around a bit, then sighed. "Well, I guess we might as well enjoy ourselves a little while everything's still calm."
"Ditto. I see a DJ stand over there. Might as well request something. Laters." Buttercup walked carelessly through the crowd, as if they were just average people, and not creatures that could stand against her in a fight.
The leader of the Puffs still stood there by the table of presents with Bubbles. She looked around some more, and noticed that many of the villains present, weren't any she recognized. Some looked half monster, half human. Others looked nothing like a human. She figured maybe they were villains from other cities. And/or maybe villains from far away places, since Him had told her and her sisters that he, the Rowdyruffs, and Mojo had been traveling around the world. Most likely they don't know who she and her sisters are; she doubted that Him had mentioned them to any of those villains. She relaxed some at the somewhat comforting thought.
Bubbles tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "Um, Blossom? I'm going to get a snack or something. Wanna come?"
Blossom gave her a small smile. "No, it's okay. Go please yourself. I'll be right here."
"If you're sure.." Bubbles looked at her sister with concern. After a slight nod of approval from Blossom and one more look of slight uncertainty, she skipped towards a table full of snacks and drinks.
The pink-eyed Puff sighed inaudibly and sat down on a nearby chair. It felt soft. She made herself more comfortable, and then looked around some more again. As she looked at the multitude of villains, she began to feel like something, or someone, was missing. She didn't know what or who, but she felt herself looking for whatever it could be, not being able to find it. And then realization struck her.
Brick.
And the moment that name had come to her mind, she saw him. He was somewhere in a corner in the vast room. He was staring right back at her. Or actually, more like glaring at her. With her super eye-sight, she noticed something almost playful in those red eyes. Almost playful. But then it vanished. He vanished. He wasn't where he was just a few moments ago. What the..?
"Hey," she heard someone say behind her.
Blossom stood from her comfy chair and turned around to see who it was. She gasped.
"Brick? What are you doing here?" She managed to ask.
"Uh, this is my house."
Blossom felt a little heat go to her cheeks. "That's not what I meant. I meant what are you doing here, where I am?"
This heat on my cheeks is a completely normal reaction to irritation.
Brick sighed dramatically. "Well, I was just minding my own business, when I suddenly saw you here sitting all by yourself. I decided to leave my comrades to keep you company." He put his hands behind his back, and smirked at her.
Blossom laughed humorlessly. "As if. Really, what do you want? Oh, I see. You feel intimidated now that my sisters and I are here. No?"
"Haha, no." Brick's smirk did not fade. "You wish."
Blossom kept her gaze on him. "Nope. I know so."
Brick snorted and looked away, his hands still behind his back, and started looking around. Blossom could not help but notice he was wearing a black tuxedo, with a crimson-colored shirt underneath, and a black tie. He was actually wearing his signature red cap, turned to the side. She had to admit he was quite the looker. Wait, huh?
With that scary realization, she also horribly realized he was looking right at her; a puzzled look mixed with something else on his face.
Before any of them could say anything, someone abrubtly bumped into Blossom and their drink spilled right onto Blossom's dress.
That someone was Fuzzy Lumpkins. His eyes widened as he realized he had spilled his drink on the leader of the Powerpuff Girls.
"Am sorry! I didn't mean to! I swear! I'll find a clean wipecloth for ya in a jiffy!"
Blossom put a hand on his shoulder before he could go off. "Um, it's okay Fuzzy. It seems you didn't mean to. It was an accident."
"O-okay. If ya say so." A look of immense relief crossed his face, then he walked away as if Blossom would've changed her mind and given him a beating. As she and her sisters had grown older, they obviously had become stronger. But as most of the grown villains they knew had grown older as well, they didn't get stronger. Fuzzy hadn't given her and her sisters any more problems in quite a while.
During the accident and Fuzzy's laments, Brick had been doubling in laughter. He didn't even notice when Blossom gave him a long glare, and then walked towards Him asking where the bathroom was.
In the bathroom, Blossom found a plain brown towel in a big cabinet and started dabbing carefully on the top of her dress, where the drink had been spilled. Him had instructed her to not use the pink towel with the red letter 'H' embroidered on it, nor the red, blue, and green towels. They must be his and the Ruffs'. Mojo doesn't even live in Him's home, so of course none of his belongings were going to be there.
The top of Blossom's dress was not dry yet, but it looked more dry than it had been earlier. She hanged the brown towel somewhere to let it dry, and then she opened the door. The moment she stepped out, she bumped into someone. She gasped, looked up, and saw that it was Brick.
He moved about a foot away from her. He did not make any comment or sound.
The pink-clad Puff grudgingly began to feel a little conscious of what she looked like at the moment. Her dress didn't end below her knees, nor above her knees; more like between. She also had to admit a little, that her dress hugged her so-called envied-by-all-teenage-girls-in-Townsville body in ways that she did not feel very comfortable in, in the current circumstances. Not much help that the top of her dress was not completely dry yet. Besides, she tried to ignore the fact of how good he actually smelled, not having noticed until she had bumped into him when stepping out of the bathroom.
The lights in this area of the house were kind of dim, so she couldn't clearly tell what the expression on his face was. Which was a sort of relief.
They both stood there in stilled silence, until Blossom not being able to stand it anymore, broke it.
"What are you doing here, Brick?"
Brick didn't answer.
And before she could say anything else, he vanished. Again.
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Buttercup stood a few feet away from her destination. She couldn't believe the person who she least wanted to see was the one in charge of the music. Even worse that the second person she least wanted to see was right there as well. This night just kept getting better and better.
"Butchie, please? Just one song. Just one. That's all I'm asking for." Princess made a puppy dog face at the jet black-haired Ruff.
But he wasn't even looking at her. He was sorting through the stacks of CD's beside him. "NO. How many times do I have to tell ya? Either you wait 'til your turn, or ya don't get a song. Get it?"
Princess folded her arms over her chest in frustration. Then she turned around with a 'hmmf' sound, and saw the tomboy Puff just standing a few feet away from her and Butch.
The rich girl smirked. "Well well well, look who decided to come join us."
Butch sat up and looked in the direction Princess was looking at. He hadn't really taken a good look at the Puff when she and her sisters had arrived. He had been too busy trying to push Princess and Coach Miller away.
He gave her a slow up-and-down look, noticing she was wearing tight black jeans, and a white business shirt with the first 2 buttons unbuttoned. The shirt wasn't see-through, maybe she had a white shirt underneath to cover anything interesting, but the shirt fit her perfectly. For a simple look, she looked...Hot. He blinked a few times. Wait, what?
"What are you staring at, you dirtbag?" Buttercup said, a clearly annoyed and somewhat confused look on her face.
Butch snapped out of what he had been thinking. "At how you look more ridiculous every passing day. Seriously, couldn't you have worn something more..femenine?"
Buttercup responded with a deadly glare, which he ignored because a smirk was already plastered on his lips. She stomped loudly towards him.
Princess jumped in her way, and put her hands on her shoulders, as if that would be able to stop her. "Wait, wait, wait right there missy. I was here first! He's not gonna play your song!"
Buttercup stopped walking. She chuckled mockingly. "I'm not gonna tell him to put me a song, you spoiled brat. But now that you mentioned it, I'm intrigued." She took Princess's hands which were still on her shoulders, and shoved them away.
"No!" Princess shouted. "And I'm not spoiled!"
Butch sat back on his chair carefreely, putting his arms around the back of his head. "Don't matter. She'll have to go on the waiting list just like everyone else."
Buttercup didn't hesitate. "I would like to listen to..."
Butch sat back up. "Nuh uh. I'm writing you down on the list." He took out a notepad, and with a ball-point pen he began writing.
"Wow. You're actually acting very civilized. Didn't know you had it in ya." Buttercup gave him a small smirk. She leaned over, and noticed that he wrote 'green powerpuff' on the bottom of his list. She also noticed his name was written after every 2 people on the list.
She frowned slightly. "Hey, that's not fair. You got your name there a bunch of times! And I got a name, you know."
Butch put away his notepad and pen. "I'm the DJ. And I can put what I want too. And I know ya got a name, it's just that I ain't gonna waste my time trying to remember it."
Buttercup snickered. "Can't even remember a 9 letter word?"
The green-eyed Ruff rolled his eyes while he moved his head around slowly followed by an extended 'ugh' sound. "I find it weird that you even got a name."
Princess cackled with laughter. "That was so funny, Butch! Oh my gosh, hilarious!" She slapped him on the shoulder, letting her hand linger there a bit.
What the heck, that was a freakin' lame comeback. Butch shrugged his shoulder with her hand on it disgustedly to get it off. He looked at the Puff standing before him, who looked like she was ready to explode. Guess anything spikes her temper..
Butch knew that if she started a fight, he would not be able to hold himself back from it. But he shouldn't fight here. He was not going to test Him's temper; at least not here, right now. Before even thinking about it twice, he stood up, grabbed Princess by the shoulders, and hit her head with his own. Of course it didn't give him any pain. But it did, to her. She staggered back a few steps, and then fell on a nearby chair into unconsciousness.
Buttercup stared wide-eyed at Princess and then looked at him. He slowly turned his head and stared back. None of them said a word until she started cracking up. Without being able to contain himself, Butch cracked up too.
But then Buttercup realized what she was doing, so she shut her mouth immediatly; Butch doing the same, as if realizing himself. The Puff realized something else as well..something she couldn't fathom.
What'd he do that for?
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Bubbles smiled at the various snacks and drinks on the super long table. Some of them she had no idea what they were. But it didn't matter. Everything looked utterly delicious. She was holding a tray, putting snacks and sweets on it. She was thinking to bring some home for the Professor.
As she grabbed a Japanese cake roll, something caught her eye. A wide punch bowl was on the table just a few feet away from where she stood. She saw some people lined up in front of it. A figure seemed to be serving them the punch in crystal glasses. None of Him's dishware were casual or disposable.
Bubbles could tell the figure was a guy, but she couldn't see his face clearly; too many colorful lights everywhere. Though she had to admit that his silhouette could pass as a male model's. Before she could even wonder why she even cared who the stranger was, she started making her way over there.
Bubbles stopped stiff in her tracks. What am I doing? Obviously it has to be a villain! There's only villains here!
But her legs had already started dragging the baby blue-eyed Puff to the punch bowl line, making her have a closer, better look at the guy, even though there were about 9 people in front of her. She stared at him in surprise. He noticed her and stared back. Neither of them moved until the irritated man behind Bubbles pushed her forward, making her lose balance of her tray, and it starting to fall to the floor. Just when she thought she wasn't going to reach it in time, someone grabbed it swiftly and put it carefully near the punch bowl on the table. The sweets and snacks on the tray were safe and sound.
Bubbles stared at Boomer with wide eyes, mouth agape. Boomer...BOOMER?
He only looked at her with a somewhat blank expression, mixed with something else she couldn't identify. It was weird enough that she had been admiring his body shape from a distance, and now things got extremely weird with that he just stopped her tray with the sweets and snacks from falling to the floor.
The villains in front and behind Bubbles in the line began feeling some kind of intensity between the 2 teenagers, and they felt a tiny bit of fear. They knew the Ruff well enough, and could immediatly tell the girl was somewhat like him. So they backed away, leaving both of them alone by the punch bowl.
Bubbles was the first to break the awkward silence between them. "Um, th-thank you, um, Boomer."
Boomer looked around uneasily, as if making sure nobody was looking at them, and then said in a voice you would only hear if you have super-hearing, "You're welcome."
A few seconds after he said so, Mojo caught his eye, a look saying something like 'what the heck are you doing' plain on his monkey face. Boomer looked back to Bubbles, and asked, "Uh, do you need anything?"
Bubbles broke out of her trance. Gosh, why do I always find myself staring at him?
"What?" She said dumbly.
"I asked, if you needed anything." His gaze narrowed a little.
"Oh, um, well I was just-" Her eyes widened, then continued, "Hey, why are you dressed like a waiter?"
Boomer hesitated, but answered, "Him put me as the server for the party."
"Why?" Bubbles asked, trying not to let a small giggle escape her lips, but failing miserably.
Boomer scowled. "Cause I used one of his personal towels to dry my car after I washed it. He's so picky with his stuff."
Bubbles stared at him in disbelief. "You have a car? You drive already? You're not legal yet!"
Boomer rolled his eyes slowly. "As if everything I do is legal."
Bubbles flushed. "Oh yeah, hehe." She composed herself some, now understanding why he asked her if she needed anything, and said, "So, um, since you're the serrrverrr.." She snickered, and Boomer slightly winced, "I would like you to serve me some of that punch. Please." She grabbed a glass and held it towards him, while she put her other hand behind her back and rocked herself a little bit side to side, feet in place.
The blue-eyed Ruff gave her a small glare, but took the glass anyway, and grabbed the big spoon to pour the punch in it. He handed the glass back to Bubbles without a word, and the moment she took it, their fingers touched. Boomer pulled his hand away immediatly. He glanced around, then he half flew, half walked out of Bubbles's sight.
Bubbles could not understand what that tingly sensation had been when hers and Boomer's fingers had touched.
Yeah, hehe, part 2. Kind of short, but other than that, please tell me your opinions of this so far. 8)