I'm sorry I've been more focusing on the humor aspect, alright guys, this one is more focused on Buttercup's and Brick's relationship, but there with be a spice of Bubble and Butch being hinted at sparking, Blossom and Boomer won't be coming in 'till next chapter, and Bizarre? We'll see ;)

Oh, and after this one (Just because I caved into my itching to write fingers,) I'll probly update slower, school, you know the thing with horns and harped tail that'll stab you in the behind with a pitchfork if you don't do what they ask, so hope y'all tell me if it's finally getting' to where y'all want it going'!

Note: Guys, before listening to this, find about five or seven songs, all upbeat, things like Salt Shaker by Yin Yang twins, or Chingy Right Thurr, just really fast beat songs that make you want to dance fast, so that it'll really feel real! Or at least it adds to the experience and help you think of Bubble's dancing, please. And...I'm not...real good at romance, but I had decided y'all waited long enough, so, I decided to make it steamy, not higher than T-rated of course, but still...hope it makes up for the lack of so far. Too bad it took 10 chapters to do it XD

Chapter 10: Psychedelic Romance

They were in. Some how they made it in, they weren't even old enough to be a foot within this place, but the person blocking the doors took one look at them and passed entrance.

Blossom didn't know whether to be flattered or suspicious.

Blaring music was the first welcome, the typical beats of resounding drums and your heart starts to thrum along with it, rhythm was born into the human body, and every girls body started to sway in their own way. They held on hand in hand at least until they could find a less crowded spot, Buttercup leading the train, who wasn't afraid to shove people out of her way. Bubbles was consumed by the heat of bodies all packed into one tight building, some of them fuzzing into the lights flashing, and others bumping into her. She held tighter to Bizarre's hand in front of her, who looked back questioningly, but Bubbles was too busy avoiding feet tapping and stepping all around her. Behind Bubbles, Blossom was actually letting the place grow on her, it wasn't bad, to be honest she had pictures of people on poles in her mind, but this was just simple dancing on a dance floor and a bar along the edge.

Buttercup stopped and every girl bumped into the one in front with oofs! Then they all looked over Buttercup's shoulder, to the vacant bar counter, before sitting though however, Blossom gathered the girls around like a football meeting.

"Okay, girls, so this is our first time in some place like this, but I know you all are grown ups, even when you act lack-there-of, but I want everyone to have fun. So, do what you want,"

"G-rated of course." Buttercup interjected.

Blossom nodded once in her direction," Just don't leave the building without telling one of us, okay girls?"

"What if one of us gets drunk?" Bubbles eye's rolled over to Buttercup, who snorted.

"Like they'll let me drink, I'm not even of legal age, Bubbles."

"But, we're not even suppose to be allowed in this place," Bizarre started, until Blossom decided to cut to the chase to avoid another break-out.

"Listen, Buttercup, if you manage to get any drinks, don't overdo it. Bubbles, leave Buttercup alone, we all have our different tastes in what we think is fun."

They dispersed from the secretive looking meeting, and stood awkwardly out of place.

"So...fun."

"Right, fun."

"I guess we should go...do fun."

"Never felt so fun in my life."

They all watched, waiting for one of them to take the initiative and leave the flock, but none of them moved, and Buttercup was starting to cough. Then, finally a break through,

"Excuse me ladies, but I would like it if you four would stop blocking my bar? That would be appreciated." Said a scruffy voice behind them. Buttercup suddenly looked agitated.

"No ones on top of each other rushing over here, as far as I can see we're not depriving anyone." She inclined, taking a seat on one of the bar stools. Finally, Blossom joined a few seats away, unable to even think of swimming through the sea of bodies on the dance floor. Bizarre seemed to disappear into nowhere, but Bubbles was looking around unsure. Until she was asked to dance, then she reluctantly was lead to the heat pool, being taken by the hand through the maze, and Bubbles wasn't sure how to react. He wasn't the handsome foreign boy of her dreams, but he was cute, with short auburn hair and tall. So she let herself stray.

Buttercup sure was going to reap the stock of drinks lined up on the back cabinets, a line between for the bartender to walk through, and sliding coasters for their drinks. Blossom started fiddling with one, but Buttercup was already thinking of options. But the bartender wasn't coming back around, and Buttercup was starting to get impatient.

"Hey, sometime before I get wrinkles over here?" She called to the figure leaning against the wooden counter, who sighed, head falling down, looked at her, then left his spot to walk over. As a light struck him, Buttercup's initial innate annoyance crumbled, he couldn't be him, so she looked back at the crowd to avoid starring. He had choppy vermillion red hair pulled into a loose ponytail, some strands finding their way loose, and some facial hair that matched. Over the traditional outfit of a professional Bartender, was a black and red decorated bandana around his neck, with patterns close to tattoos, of games, TV icons and things. Buttercup didn't look at his eyes, if they were the color what she thought they were...

"Alright, what can I-?"

"Beer, any kind. Just bring it." Buttercup nervously snapped, mistrust starting to creep up her spine, this guy was much more familiar then she'd be comfortable admitting.

"License?"

"Don't I look old enough?" Buttercup almost barked.

"Alright then, I'll get that right for you, master." Buttercup felt a vein pop up at the sarcasm, but decided the alcohol would suffice instead of beating someone to a pulp. Besides, if he was a Rowdyruff, he would have been trying to destroy the Powerpuffs in a heartbeat. Besides, the Powerpuffs never heard peep or pip from them from their sixth years on up. What would the chances be they'd be on the same vacation as them? At the same time? Buttercup favored the chance of a creepy look alike, and stuck with it.

He returned around a minute later, and stuck the beer on the padded coast, only to roll it off the counter and have it shatter to the floor. They both looked at it.

"I...guess that one was on me."

Buttercup snorted," Better have been."

He scoffed, went to the back to pick something off a hook on the wall, then leaned over the counter, jumping up and landing around the mess. Kneeling, he started to sweep it up into a dustpan.

"You could have gone through that." Buttercup's chin jutted to the space that was open for moving in and out. Then she twisted her head back, furious, was she having a normal conversation with a Rowdyruff? And why hadn't she even tried to contact Blossom right now? Buttercup looked at Blossom out of her peripheral, only to notice how distressed she was. And knew she didn't want to cause any trouble for her uptight sister, but...maybe she was just getting paranoid.

"But that wouldn't have been a good show off move hadn't it?" He threw in teasingly.

Buttercup locked eyes with him, halfway done cleaning his mess, and a light of white happened to strike it perfectly.

She locked eyes with fiery red ones, and felt the world suddenly spin.

Bubbles was letting loose, tension malting away with the mesh of skin on skin, although it felt dirty, she wasn't doing anything no one else was. Her invited date was part of the background, and she moved with energetic dances. A hips would swing, her wrist would flick, her leg would stretch, and all the while those around her were bound by the spell. People started offering drinks, and not wanting to be rude, Bubbles accepted, she was beginning to regret it, but that regret was the farthest from her mind, which was becoming fuzzy. This was her first time drinking, and it spiked at the back of her throat with tropical flavors. She felt too smothered in this skirt in the beginning, it was burning her skin, and in her slightly irrational mind was saying why would she need it? So between the held tune of a guitar on the fiasco of deafening music, she ripped the end off, searing a near perfect edge, and threw somewhere in the back of her mind.

She had never sensed a feeling of freedom like this before, the only nuisance was how some mystery hand would land on her behind or waist, she always pushed them away. Fueled by the invincible feeling of bullet-proof alcohol, she would pivot her waist, and knew just what an effect it had, then her sunshine hair would bounce and curl around her like a curtain, she wasn't going to worry, she was going to be lost. So she let the people around her take on the color of the sporadic lights, into psychedelic shadows. Time became the base guitar, her body became the words, and then there was symphony made.

Blossom wasn't enjoying this, the music was making her ear drum pound along with her head. She wanted peace, and quiet tranquility, but then a blast a music would pound on her sensitive hearing. Then she'd wince.

"Are you alright?" Said a soft female voice.

Someone was now occupying the seat next to Blossom, and she wasn't anyone Blossom had seen before, so she looked around herself, seeing no one.

"Yes?" She answered, slightly baffled. The girl laughed, throwing silk hair behind her shoulder.

"Me and my friends are here for studying abroad. I just noticed you looked like you had smelled something bad. This really isn't my scene either, I was dragged here not of my own free will."

Blossom's mouth was open, but nothing came out. Then she laughed,"I can relate to that. All my sisters wanted to come, we're just here for vacation." The girl leaned in, and Blossom repeated herself, because the music was smacking their words away before they could be heard.

"Well, relax your face a little, someone pretty as you shouldn't be scowling like you were."

Blossom felt like tearing up, after Bizarre's verbal abuse on her figure the last few days, this was really appreciated, she could almost hug this stranger.

"Thank you, I would say the same, but your face looks normal to me." Blossom wanted to smack herself, that sounded like she was saying the girls looks were boring.

"I repent, what I meant was-."

"No need to explain, I understand!" She was yelling her lungs out, they both were, then they were laughing.

"By the way, my names Micheal, but most people back home call me Mickey."

Blossom shook an offered hand her way," Why do they call you that?"

"Because one time we went to Disney land, and I ended up attacking the guy in a Micky Mouse costume." (A/N: My brother really did do that . They guy wanted to take a picture with him, and my brother kept saying no, and finally my brother punched him and my Mom had to hold him back. Yeah...temperamental brother. We've never gone back on that note XD)

"And why in the world would you do that?"

"Let's not talk about that-Hey, do you know them?"

Blossom followed the finger's trail pointing behind her, and saw her sister Buttercup mouthing something and flailing her arms. Blossom turned back and laughed uncommitted,"I have no idea who that madman is."

"Huh, well she sure must know you, she keeps...doing things."

Buttercup started wringing her neck, head swinging back and forth, Blossom held a hand beside her mouth.

What are you doing?! She mouthed.

Buttercup did the symbol of dying with a slice across her neck and then looking like as if she was digging for green gold, then mouthed something back. Because of the way the lights were displaying shadows across her mouth, Blossom thought she had said,

My cloudy fluffs are so clear!

Blossom's jaw slackened and her eyes squinted, completely caught of guard,

Buttercup, are you drunk?

Buttercup's turn to look unconventionally offended

My rope knot-

Buttercup shook her head, then threw her head back aggravated,

Bitch giggler!

Blossom's mouth gaped and she glared, then her hair flew as she turned sharply back to Michael.

"I'm sorry, what was you saying?"

On Buttercup's side of the spectrum, Brick-or some Twilight zone look alike, went into the storage room down the hall after discarding the broken glass and mopping the spilled liquid. He didn't try starting another conversation, which Buttercup was grateful because she had no idea what would come spewing from her mouth after the revelation.

Then she was trying to reach Blossom, who she noticed was talking to someone. So she did whatever she could to gain the person's attention, who in turn did what Buttercup hoped, made Blossom turn to look at her. Blossom then turned back, said something, then mouthed to her, but Buttercup was trying to signal danger. So she did the neck cut gig, but was frustrated when Blossom just stared, so she did something the Rowdyruffs would usually do and pretended to pick her nose while burping and felt immediately embarrassed. She still couldn't get the message through, so she mouthed

The RowdyRuffs are here!

Buttercup thought she had understood at the surprised expression came over Blossom, until,

You smell like a skunk?

Excuse me? Buttercup was trying to warn her and she asked if she stunk?

I hope not-

Augh! Buttercup was gritting her teeth on the inside,

Brick is here!

Finally! Buttercup thought at Blossom's alarm, right before she glared at Buttercup then turned away. No! Buttercup banged her head on the table, deciding maybe Blossom was denser than she thought. Then something tapped the side of her arm and she jumped, nearly slipping off the stool.

"Relax, it's not a bomb." It was him. With a beer in hand. Good ol' wiping away miseries beer.

Not wanting to act suspicious, Buttercup accepted the beer without making finger contact (Forbid she touched a Rowdyruff's hand), and started to jug it down like she had been held prison in a desert.

"Not thirsty?" He grinned against the rim of his own beer, taking a seat on the stool next to her. Only slouching and giving off a cooler demeanor. Only gulping being his answer, he took another sip of his.

"I wanna try yours, apparently it's way tastier than mine." He continued, taking another swig as Buttercup didn't even take a breath between gulps.

"Its what I need." Buttercup answered mixed with a sigh, unsure why she answered anyway.

"Heartbreak? Lost family? Pet ran away? Didn't find your dress size of size we-shan't-speak-of-it?"

She gave him a look, and he shrugged," Only been here a day and a half, and you wouldn't believe the sob stories I've heard."

She nodded, though she had no idea why, and even gave a hm.

"So, which is it?"

She seemed to be calculating a way of answering," Old time problems coming back to haunt me." She glared at him in a fleeting moment then it was drowned in the last quart of beer. He was quiet.

"I'll go bring some more." He left, then returned with a six pack to sit on the bar counter, and Buttercup tore one out hungrily. She was having a drink with one of her enemies like it was just a cup of tea. Damn right she needed to get wasted. Brick watched the girl drink like an addict, then sat his drink on the counter with a clink.

"So, what problems are coming back?"

"Don't you have a job to get to?" She snapped.

He chuckled, and rejoined his mouth with his beer," Right. Don't you have superhero work to get to?"

Her head snapped in his direction so fast, it was a wonder it didn't snap,"What?"

"I said don't you have friends here with you?"

Alcohol. It's the alcohol, he doesn't know its you. Buttercup reasoned,"Yeah, a brother who's having to find a job here." Although slightly buzzed, Buttercup was proud for having successfully lied without tripping on her lie.

"Really? Hope you remember that next time I ask."

He's onto your game, no! Buttercup was going back and forth in her head, it's just coincidence, it's alcohol, she hearing things.

"Is your beer tasty?" He nonchalantly asked, leaning against the counter and eyes wondering over the dancing crowd. Buttercup was dicing through options.

Run.

Fight.

Call him out.

Or keep drinking and hope she got too drunk to remember anything.

Then she remembered the question,"What?"

"I asked do you want to try something tastier?"

"I...No?"

"Well, I do."

He kissed her.

She kissed a Rowdyruff for the third time in her life, except it's Brick, or Brick-creepy-look-a-like.

And she wasn't pushing him away, and she wasn't blaming it on alcohol.

She should fly, punch his lights out, or even flash a 'help me' signal to Blossom, Bizarre, Bubbles-someone! She did none.

He pulled away, breath lingering on her lips,"Hi, Butters,oh, I see you've dropped your cup."

Brown colored beer glass was shattered once again on the floor, sliding near her feet and reflecting the dancers, and the mingling of feared shock on Buttercup's face.

This one was stubborn.

Was all that kept wavering on Bubbles's intoxicated mind, ironically probably the one most wasted of her friends even though she was against it. A hand would trail up her thigh, and find itself at the hem of her now shredded shirt, she would push it away. Then continue dancing, the persistence hands would then feather on her waist, and Bubbles's mind would barely register, until they pressed a little too hard. She thought it was the guy who had originally brought her out here, and she was just refusing his advances. He was most likely just as drunk as her, so she didn't hold it against him. Once more, though short lived, and with an inarticulate thinking process, she turned to face him.

"W-what, is, y-your dang pr-prob, no means no."Bubbles's lips didn't want to follow her script resting on her tongue, and her baby blue eyes weren't focusing on the figure in front of her. But when they did Bubbles's mind wasn't thinking straight.

"Hey, h-hey you're kinda h-hot, like-like-hot dogs-but wait, y-you're the c-creep who wou'dn't s-stop touch-touching me."

"And you're wasted, and Hell no. This bastard was."

The man held up a hand being cut off from circulation, and a struggling companion with it. The guy Bubbles was originally dancing with.

"O-oh." Bubbles wasn't exactly processing it, but knew she wasn't even looking in the direction of the held captive. Who slipped free and ran ping-ponging through the crowd, scrambling and even tripping a few times. It wasn't clear, but the mental fog was slowly starting to dissipate, her and the one stopping the perverse advances were standing one on one, then Bubbles said something she never quite would remember later.

"And how c-could I ever repay you?"

"Gasp, Madame, are you insinuating, that me, myself, and I, would take advantage of a obviously wasted blonde hottie of ripe age, who would most likely not remember it in the morning?"

Bubbles had no idea what those soft lips just said, but nodded halfway, eyes bleary and her face thoroughly having no clue what was happening.

He took her hand in his large ones and gave a predatory grin,"Then you have read me well. Besides, when a damsel in distress is usually rescued, her rescuer gets a kiss, right?"

Bubbles could only register the heat pressing firmly on her hands, such warm hands.

"Can you dance?" He asked out of the blue. Bubbles had been expecting a kiss after that statement, and had even puckered her lips silly, waiting, but then she looked surprised.

"Sober enough to dance?" He asked again, almost desperate, but determined. Bubbles's mind instantly cleared, and something took its place, something she had never felt before. Something fox-like with cunning vie to impress. So she took lead, holding steady to his other hand, and placed one step forward," Hell yes."

(A/N: Please, if you have any sense, look up this song: I am basing the dancing on it, and it won't be the same without, Youtube, type in, Enrique Iglesias-Bailamos, but don't press play until the 'keep up' line please, Go! Go! Go! :)

Bubbles braced herself for the next song, and she waited all the while admiring the man in front of her. When the light glided over his sombre spiked hair, it showed highlights of forest green pleated into his hair, that matched the safari ride of his eyes, something eerily familiar about those eyes. Bubbles heard the song stop, and so did her breathing, but his grip felt overloaded with confident.

"Keep up." They both say at the same time, then the music starts.

Bubbles takes a step forward, as he takes a few step back, then she leans against him. Suddenly Bubbles hips starts to shake to the beat, and he is moving her right and left, leaning in and back. He pressed his hips against hers, seductively they curved into each other, following the singing into pivots and, she waved her hands around his neck, feet stepping in tune as his found their way to her dangerous curves, then he pressed her closer. Until every crevice of her body would imprint on his own, then his shoulders circled as she pulled back, each only held by a hand, then she was tugged forward. Like the story of lust turning into love, rejected by the world, but no,

He spun her around, both of their breathing ragged by the vigorous work of their stomachs and legs.

They weren't giving each other up,

Her leg found itself curved around his, as he dragged her back, one armed wrapped around his neck in purchase.

They need each other.

She leaned back, as his hand traces the valley between her breasts to travel to her bellybutton, then she was arched up, and he leaned back to tie their legs together.

They fell in love together.

Hips ground to form a form of art, this was art, their bodies the paint, that they blended together to make all new colors no one had ever even dreamed or dared create.

A man once said sex is only wrong if you do it right.

No one ever said you could see the intimacy of it still with clothes or just the touch of a hand on a cheek, a moment's mouth opened to say something, lost into the singing, then the connection from laced fingers and the excitement from scraping of fingernails down a dipped spine from the intermingling knees that rubbed the right spots. Her head swung back, her exposed throat being ravaged by a hot mouth, then she was being twirled by the secured arms around her stomach. She locked her hands through his hair as her leg wrapped around his waist, she was never taught, she never even knew the word 'seductive' until now, she just ran on the wild instinct in her mind, pounding around her veins to make her fingers and toes tingle, and other foreign places that she chose to indulge.

Then the world fell apart at the seams. And so did her dress. Literally.

Bubbles was mortified when the last threads of clothes started unraveling, and started showing under things that where meant to stay under. She blushed deeply, then stumbled on the last step for the song, aiding in making both of them lose their balance and tumbling forward. He grunted on the landing while her upper body shot up, luckily only sitting on his abdomen. He rubbed the back of his head, then supported himself up by elbows.

"I thought the guy was suppose to jump the girl, not the other way around."

Bubbles laughed embarrassed for not only ruining the dance, but practically pouncing on him like that.

"It's okay, I know I'm a hunk of man. Pounce away." He layed back down with hands behind his head, and the had the audacity to smirk, forest eyes half lidded looking at Bubbles.

That's when Bubbles noticed the many pairs of eyes looking their way.

Oh boy, how was she going to explain this if her sisters saw?

"Oh, I think I've finally found someone sane!" Mickey exclaimed, laughing like it was an inside joke with Blossom, who also did the same.

"Hey, I know we're still in the whole, just met stage, but would you like to come to a party?"

Blossom wasn't exactly sure if she was too keen on that idea, but asked anyway," What kind of party?"

"A...normal one? What do you mean?"

"Is it like...this?" Blossom gestured all around her.

"Oh, well. Yes and no. Depends on what my friends call 'normal', but I'd still like you to come."

Blossom thought about it," When?"

"Well, when we leave here actually, we only came here because we were kicked out for it to be done." She looked at a silver watched Blossom just now noticed," And I'm pretty sure they should be done around now or sooner."

Blossom glanced back to Buttercup who's back was turned, and decided to use telepathy ask her sisters about the idea, then she wandered why hadn't she decided to do that with that whole Buttercup insulting thing.

Would any of you like to leave here and go to a party? She thought out.

"Anything to leave, let's go, now!" She was surprised to find Buttercup beside her, slightly ruffled looked and hooking her arms under Blossom, as if paranoid someone was going to snatch her up. Blossom tried to shake her hand loose, but Buttercup had a rock hard grip. Mickey looked back and forth between the girls confused.

"I'm sorry? We're you listening in on our conversation?"

"Who cares? Let's go!" Buttercup was tugging on Blossom's arm, who was trying to wait and see if the others wanted to join.

"B-Buttercup, what is wrong with-stop jerking my arm!" She pulled it loose to find long red scrapes,"What is the matter? Why in such a rush?"

Buttercup was chewing her lip, ignoring Blossom and avoiding standing near the bar, and looked around,"Where the fuck are they them?! Where's Bizarre and Bubbles so we can get the fuck outta here-!" Blossom grabbed Buttercup's face, squishing her cheek and causing her to bend to Blossom's sitting level.

"Calm down." Blossom instructed,"Breath. In out. That's right. Breath."

Buttercup started breathing in and out slothfully, unlike before when she was pacing and going pant for pant. Buttercup let her go, and Buttercup rubbed her cheeks.

Sure, I'll come.

Came Bizarre's reply, Blossom thought it was strange they hadn't heard much from her this entire time.

I guess...

Bubbles sent back, Blossom wanted to question the reluctance, but then told the rest of the girls to meet her at the entrance to leave.

"Are you ready to leave?" Mickey asked, still wondering why the black haired girl was so pent up, and why she was with Blossom although she said she didn't know her.

Blossom grabbed Buttercup's shoulder to support herself standing,"Let's do it."

You know, half the unanswered crap, like why Butch wanted to dance, or why Brick knew it was Buttercup and didn't attack, or why he's working, or anything else, will be answered later on in this story. So...was the wait worth it for a minute? It'll get better, but uh, hope this will let y'all know...It's getting' there. ;)

Oh, here y'all go, for anyone curious for the full package:

Boomer: Sunny colored hair that steeped down, about to his chin, miscellaneous blue eyes, pale skin with the slightest of stubble on his chin. Not masculine, but not ready to flow away at a gust of wind either, a navy blue loose jacket with white inside the hood, and yellow banana prints (in the hood). A simple white baggy shirt with the logo of a baseball team. Tight wish wash jeans. Baseball cap is white with same logo on shirt (I'll let y'all decide, because I DO NOT want to go into a whole which team is better then who debate),regular white tennis shoes.

Brick: Choppy scarlet red hair pulled into a loose ponytail, some hanging loose, a same colored go-T that isn't too outspoken, a few diamond stud earrings, decent build with laid back qualities. A tattoo splendor based bandana is tied around his neck, sometimes he'll pull it up if he's remembering his past RowdyRuff days. A Khaki short sleeved shirt with a collar underneath the bandana, also has a yin yang necklace, that's missing the black half. Long baggy Black cargoes, with black boots.

Butch: Very slicked back, not a duck-butt, but spiked hair with angles of green reflecting off it. A chain leading from the left side of his lip to his left ear, sometimes he won't wear, like in the dance, with a few other assorted earrings. An army slogan and cameo jacket over a buckled and tight shirt that wrinkles when he moves. Dark leather (oh, yes I did) pants (squeak) with buckled pockets, and black leather slim Velcro shoes.

Oh, and guys, can I ask something? FMI why does the Powerpuffs and Rowdyruffs have to be so damn perfect all the time? I was trying to see how most Powerpuff writers go at it so I'd get the gist, and there is perfect models, and perfect everything. I like uniqueness, but they just looked all the same with different colors, jeeze. I know most people only first approach someone for their looks, but hey, not a model so maybe I just don't get it. And...am I a terrible writer? I know I get my description pants on a little crooked, and I usually have about a thousand junk words that I could pull out and make them just as fine...but...I don't know, maybe I'm getting insecure about my writing style, huh.

:( Plus my know it all spell check thinks IT knows what's best, so no matter how many times I change it, it'll put what IT wants, like the whole quit becomes quite (Fancy spell check) unless I CONVINCE it I want that, like change it a million times XD