Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 44: Leather Jacket – Arkells
Butch watched in amusement as Buttercup opened the passenger side door and got in with a muffled "thank you" directed at him, as she slammed the door shut behind her.
He didn't pull off the curb straight away, opting to watch as she shook the rain out of her hair and strip off her wet leather jacket as she buckled herself in.
"You're up late." He observed lightly. Buttercup snorted. "Does that surprise you?"
"Do your dad and sisters know you're out?" he shot back.
Her silence answered his question. Of course they didn't. They were killjoy's as far as he was concerned.
She had always been the party goer out of her sisters after all – the one who was always looking for a good time – which included sneaking out on multiple occasions. No wonder she had spontaneously called him asking for a ride.
"So why did you want to leave?" he asked as he flicked on his signal and pulled away from the curb. Buttercup shrugged. "It was a dud… and I'm… tired, sorta."
They drove in silence for a few minutes, before Butch realized that he had no idea where he was supposed to be taking her to.
"So where do you wanna go?" he asked, not really caring where she wanted him to drop her off. If he were anyone else, he would have been pissed that she had woken him up at two in the morning to come get her at some party in the middle of nowhere – but he was a night owl, and he normally passed out at four in the morning anyways – not to mention that he hadn't doing anything important when she had called him.
She thought about it for a moment. "Dunno, not home though." She responded carefully after a moment.
Butch fixed her with a stare that wasn't gentle, but wasn't firm either. It was neutral, and open, and Buttercup would be lying if she said that she didn't like it.
Butch was quiet for a moment longer before he shrugged nonchalantly. "Do you wanna go back to my place then? Bruce Lee marathon?"
Buttercup let out a laugh as she smiled at him. Teeth white and glowing in the SUV's dim cabin, and Butch couldn't help but think that the look suited her.
"Sure." She said lightly. "I'd like that a lot."
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They're all connected like a pair of handcuffs
No one seemed effected that everyone had fucked
Those 2am decisions are always shaking landings
