a/n: Happy Valentine's Day lovelies! Now I've honestly just given up on figuring out what exactly my Muse is thinking so sometimes you just gave to go for it. Let live and enjoy the ride xD
Enjoy this... Odd little slice of life universe like "Hate" and " The Thing" only this time I'm thinking it's exclusively going to be in the POV of everyone's favorite Green Rowdy! Why? Well y'all will see soon enough.
Enjoy my lovelies!
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"Miscommunications"
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Part I: Hangovers are the worst
He had to go take a piss.
Ugh, Butch's head was killing him. Never again. Never was he drinking. Again. Screw it game over, it wasn't fun anymore, nope- nada- ugh…
It was freezing. Of course it was. It was February…. February…. Fuck where was his phone? Screw it.
The last thing he remembered was drinking (duh) and being really happy and she was really happy too and….
…..oh shit.
Oh shit no. Not again. Please don't tell him he-!
He looked down and…. Fuck. Fuck, not again! Not - shit, crap, bollucks! Whatever big words Brick would use from his lame ass novels he taught just- FUCK!
….shit.
This… was definitely a dilemma. Yes… Yes it was.
She was passed out- clothed- thank God- and well… yeah. His counterpart was kinda…. Okay she was hot and shit but fuck…fuck man how the hell did this even-!?
Again!?
He couldn't remember a damn thing. A damn thing. One minute he'd been tearing the dance floor and entertaining the masses- with… maybe a lamp shade on his head and the next… he woke up…. naked- cause she had clothes on but that didn't mean Butch did- which was bad- cause she'd wake up and after drooling for a bit cause of his God like looks she'd castrate him…probably with the nearest sharp object… nail clippers… fun… not.
Soooo- how had he ended up naked in… this lime green – aw fuck his life he was in the Puff's bed wasn't he!? And she was next to him- clothed and….wait why was she still clothed- aw hell no she gets him naked and she has the nerve to keep her damn clothes on!? The hell man! No! Fuck that shit- chick don't know what she's missing…shit. No, don't think like that!
Bad! Very bad! This was a good thing! Clearly they hadn't… except hey why hadn't they! What the fuck rude-... Except no. Bad. Very bad.
Best friend. Not fuck friend.
Who did he look like Brick? Tch.
Yeah the redheads kinda had… a weird thing going on or whatever.
Mostly they just fucked. A lot. Not for the last week or whatever, nah some big misunderstanding had made it so the two redheads were off speaking terms or whatever- again weird fuck buddy/ exclusively possessive redhead mentality - you know the deal, they fuck then go to a really expensive breakfast- argue over the check - go have angry sex- send nasty sexts all week at work- fuck again- go to dinner, then…. Rinse, repeat,and then oddly enough going on cutesy not dates with hand holding and yeah it was weird.
Boomer was waiting for them to get married.
Butch was waiting for them to kill each other.
Speaking of- where were his bros at? The Girls had thrown this huge – Daddy's outta town- let's party bitches… even though we're outta college and it don't really matter no more!- Party because Fuck the whole everything nice clause- the Powerpuff Girls weren't "everything nice" in the slightest- they'd grown up and they were "bad girls" now- heh.
Shit everyone had shown up- friends, colleagues, acquaintances- fuck even Whorebucks had gone and tried to sneak in- heh the green one here had thrown the chick out real fast- real fast- hey she didn't have a choice- it was that or world war…. Errr six at this point with pink eyed chickies versus filthy rich bitches –those two hated each other man- it was kinda funny except when Madam Pink went and had those special strawberry vodka drinks and not only did they make the usually prudish stick in the mud a total sex kitten – as his brother had found out much to his ill hidden delight over the years-
But anyways see those strawberry shots made the girl redhead have less of a filter than even Butch on a bad day! Nails and heels would have gone flyin' for sure last night if Butch's bro hadn't gone and taken the Pink Puff outta there for a "quick exit".
(Cause uh…Pink Puffs didn't share with…"melted plastic whores with the intelligence of a half baked goldfish!". )
Blossom Utonium and Princess Morebucks' didn't like each other by the way. If ya couldn't tell.
But… then Butters had gone and thrown the party crasher out on her fake plastic ass – the party had continued til Bubsy had gone and told everyone- 'party's over!" – probably Butch's Big Bro coming back down to grab a… bucket or some shit had had somethin' to do with it-
But yeah, Butch and Boomer had taken up the job of kickin' out of all the stragglers and… then Butch didn't remember much.
Had that been when Buttercup had gone and obviously thrown him in her bedroom? Fuck he couldn't remember shit and God damn it that sucked!
Damn if he could remember a thing but fuck it must have been fun. They always were…
Okay … so this… wasn't the first time. It the second. He wished it was just the third. But no… no he was going to guestimate this was… twelve. Yeah. This was the twelfth.
Fuck his life he and Buttercup Utonium had gone and fucked around again. Damn it man.
Her eyes were closed and she looked all… he didn't know… "innocent" and shit- was that the word- he wasn't a sap like Boomer who could go all poetic and crap with his gushing and shit… and he wasn't Brick who had somehow –least for the most part- managed to keep his manhood intact and despite the whole "fuck me and shut up! Exclusively! You don't fuck anyone else you hear me! Also let's go get dinner and see a movie….on me. No on me. Don't argue with me woman! Let me spoil you for once! I make plenty of money! I'm a teacher not a-!" shit the redheads would do…
Butch didn't get it. Again. But they seemed happy enough when they weren't arguing over the merits of some dead guy's book or whatever and 'symbolism' whatever.
Seriously, Brick as an English teacher… who'da thunk?
But….yeah, Butch's memories were fuzzy still but he was pretty sure the fight had started because the rich bitch had been pretty pissed at the sight of the Red Rowdy shoving his tongue practically down Bossy Blossy's throat during an apparent… apology make out session on the back porch.(?)
What had they been fighting about again? Fuck if Butch could remember. Brick had been ranting and whining with a bottle of Scotch last Wednesday but Boomer had irritably kicked Butch out with a nasty look and then returned to calming their… drunk older brother down so he could grade those essays and wouldn't keep those innocent kids' grades waiting.
Again, Brick as a teacher…. Who the fuck had ever seen that coming?
(Except the redhead. She uh, had apparently seen his potential all along and encouraged him all the way, she'd been jumping up and down like a lunatic when Brick had gotten his master's last year but … yeah still weird)
But then again, Brick always been the smartest of the three of em' and he liked reading so…. Maybe it wasn't such a shock?
(Okay no, it was. Brick had been smart but he had hated school- hated it! Unless he was beating the Pink chick in academics. Then he had fun…. And then they discovered the library…. And it's handy dandy janitors closet…. Okay bad memories. Don't go there.)
Well whatever, that wasn't Butch's business. His business had only been to drag the miserable stubborn ass moron out of his house because, non relationship but yet exclusive sex partners…. Yeah again Butch really didn't get his brother sometimes.
(Seriously, a closet- he'd gotten the school prude into a fucking closet? How'd that phone call home been he wondered. Good afternoon professor Utonium/ Mojo Jojo: are you aware we caught your daughter/son fooling around in the janitors closet and Mister Jojo had his hand up Miss Utonium's skirt-. FUCK NO! GROSS! BAD IMAGES! GROSS NEVER MIND NEVER MIND !)
Anyways(!) See Butch could kind of understand Brick's actions last night: Oh yeah, no those he totally got. The Pink one had been wearing a tight ass red dress that did the impossible and gave her an actual ass and Brick had liked- Brick had clearly liked a lot.
And it'd been an agonizing five days of no angry sex and movie dates so clearly Brick had been a man starved.
So had the dress been red on purpose? Honestly…. Probably yeah. He remembered faintly Buttercup had snorted next to him -... Heh… she was snoring now. It was faint but..heh it was kinda cute.
In a… you know… not cute way because Butch wasn't gonna think of the green one like…
Who did he look like? The red one? Or worse the blue one?
Please, Butch ain't gonna ever be whipped.
Er… right so where was he again? Oh right, the drunk… err well thinking about it she didn't get drunk drunk til after the bitch smack down so… yeah.
The drinks had flowed after that. Guess it must have been a good fight? What had they been celebrating again? Fuck his head hurt man.
It was a shame though because Blossom couldn't hold her liquor and Brick was a bad ass sure but he couldn't neither- It was still kinda fuzzy but he couldn't help but see a pissed off shortie in a red dress hoisting a plastic bitch off the ground… but nah. The Pink one wouldn't do that…
...er would she? She was kind of possessive… like Brick. They both were possessive as fuck. We're fuck buddies normally that exclusive?
Oh fuck his life she was moving. Fuck his life Buttercup was awake- she was fucking…
The Hell? The fuck- what was she doin'?! Was she… Was Buttercup…
She groaned and buried her face in his back. "It's too earlyyyy- go back to sleep shithead." She muttered and continued… to… give Butch this really…weird… awkward kind of half hug- he felt like he was some kind of teddy bear or some shit- this what Boom felt like when he'd sleep til the sun came up in Bubby's room and then he'd rush back home fore' Professor Doom came and found the guy in his youngest "innocent" daughter's bed- probably naked -back in early college days.
Probably but Butch wasn't a lame ass. So it was different on principle.
But anyway- back to the task at hand- and the whole Butch suddenly having been turned into a stuffed animal and shit as apparently he wasn't allowed to move or nothin' cause the chick had a grip like iron man- like some kind of silky smooth sexy crowbar arms or some shit- ugh. Not about the situation or whatever but ugh because Butch really had to take a piss and the chick was practically comatose again.
Uggggh- he had to take a piss man! He wasn't pukin' or anythin' not like-… aw gross. Well looks like Eldest Brother was up…annnnd there was the Pink one- aww well you know what they always say!
They who share the hung over toilet together stay together!
D'aww- how cute- but Butch still had to take a piss… and the sexy crowbar was definitely asleep- well… he could technically get her off- get up real quick and make her fall down and shit- cept that would wake the sleeping beast- and then Butch would end up dead… in a puddle of his own piss.
So… what'd he do now?
This was a dilemma.
Butch still had to take a goddamn piss.
And she wasn't moving. She wasn't interested in moving or anything oh no. Course not- no see, now that she had the handsome green Rowdyruff Boy in her Puffy clutches Butch was going to be condemned to live the life of Buttercup Utonium's new favorite teddy bear plushie forever more-!
…. That… wasn't a bad thing or nothing and really Butch wasn't the type to complain about this except he really had to go and take a piss and wild as his firecracker was…. That wasn't the sort of shit Butch was into so…. she really needed to let go.
A loud snore greeted him when he poked her cheek- she pursed her lips sleepily, grunted, snored and batted him away all in one single move set that hell – would have been impressive had Butch not been in trouble at the moment.
One sexy puff crowbar was latched around his waist and the other was now firmly lodged in his hair, with her little face buried in his chest. She was completely wrapped around him.
Well fuck, now he knows how Boom felt during his escape every morning in college.
The Puffs as a whole seemed to have developed the same inner koala tendencies, looping around their bedmates and preventing any escape for a much needed piss and or avoidance of homicidal father units until they were ready to be dislodged. Which didn't happen easily, Boom had developed hell of a gymnastics routine because God knows the girls did not like being woken up when they weren't ready to be and God help the sap that wasn't Daddy who ever, ever woke up the Powerpuff Girls from their beauty sleep before noon on a Saturday.
Accordin' to Brick, even the Pink one, she of the annoying bossy attitude- no offense Bro- would not emerge from her room until by the earliest ten thirty in the morning and that was only due to the long conditioning treatment her Rapunzel hair needed or whatever she did every weekend without fail or something. Meh- it was kind of automatic for Butch just ignore the guy's ramblings about the pink one. Boom too, and fuck Butch needed to take a piss.
…. This was gonna hurt wasn't it. Yeah. Yeah it was.
He cleared his throat and shook that slim shoulder. Another grunt and turning around, Butch ended up the bottom- not his style but hey if she were into it maybe he'd make an exception but now the sexy bitch was pressing her knee on his damn bladder. He grunted. Well fuck, this was even worse now.
Though…. Hey wait a minute.
He shook her shoulder again, the grunt sounded a bit more "aware" this time but again- there was a grunt and a roll. Butch was back on top and they were much closer to the edge of the bed.
Probably not the smartest strategy but hey, Boom had said the key to dating and getting a Puff to like ya was to be creative soooo yeah- this worked.
"THE FUCK!?" The screech was shrill but beggars couldn't be choosers, while she was all tangled in the blankets Butch made a dash for the bathroom.
Of course it was already occupied but thankfully the male of said occupants noticed his plight and acted accordingly.
"Go piss in the yard." He ordered with a mutter as he leaned against the wall. "Occupied." He pointed.
"Dude I'll be quick! It's cold as fuck out!"
His protest was interrupted by a low feminine sounding moan of sheer misery coming from the bathroom as well as... unmistakable sounds of... puking...ah.
"Your gal not having a good first hangover?" He snickered.
"This is hardly my first." The door opened and the redhead looked up at Brick with such a pitiful - take care of me I'm so sad kind of look Butch almost laughed.
Except this sad little case was also more than capable of giving Butch literal blue balls with one nasty blow so….
"Morning Blossom!" He waved cheerfully at the morose redhead whose hair was tied up in a messy bun to the point it looked sideways. Clearly a Brick original.
"Good morning…. Butch." She muttered before again giving Brick a pitiful look. Uh huh, suuuure this wasn't her first. Right. Yeah Butch was going to believe that.
Like a well trained whipped dog however Butch's older brother proceeded to rub her shoulders and did his best to….tuck back the red strands that threatened to spill out of that delightful creation of his. Seriously, call the runway that style was just a winner.
He decided against laughing though. Again. Blue balls.
Frostbite was painful. God forbid little Butch find out just how much!
He swallowed the shudder. The pain- the agony! Just thinking about that man!
…. Brick was a brave son of a devil… crab… monkey hybrid - thing….seriously their parents so called was so fucked up.
…. Butch in that mindset also decided against pointing out the sudden disappearance of that cute little red dress and having been replaced by a distinctive red striped sweatshirt and basketball shorts. Nope. Wasn't gonna go there. Butch liked living.
"So…. You and the Pink one a thing again now or…?" He decided on a safer topic.
Then the redhead giggled. That was horrifying. Blossom Utonium did not giggle.
"I think its a distinct possibility - yes." Blossom began and gave Brick a look. His brother meanwhile was looking at poor Butch like he was some kind of… he didn't know but it wasn't nice
Just a simple question God!
"Yes." Brick finished and wrapped an arm around her waist. She gave him an odd look but she also didn't move the hand away either. So, yeah boy- get it Brick! Ha ha!
… just not at the moment. Butch really needed to piss. The two redheads with their…. Special kind of weird… sex and big word….thing was still blocking him from his goal after which he had a mystery on his hands to get back to!
"So… you don't remember much of anything last night do you moron?" Brick drawled.
"Brick be nice." Blossom only scolded.
"Yeah Brick be nice." Butch snickered. "God the sex must be great for you to put up with that shit every day chick." He shook his head. Brick glowered.
"You know unlike some people, Blossom and I have a relationship based on things other than-!"
"Yeah, yeah- got it, got it. Just saying it's gotta be reeeeeal good is all."
"Listen you little-!"
Another creepy giggle and the more aesthetically pleasing redhead put her head on Brick's arm as she clutched it. "Oh stop it Brick, he's hung over look at his eyes. And so are we and I'm tired, so let's go, I want to look somewhat human when we go tell you know who." It came out as a bit more of a squeak than Butch was used to hearing.
And then...the most horrifying thing Butch had ever seen occurred.
Brick …. Smiled.
No really he wasn't making this shit uo- Brick Jojo smiled with this goofy little toothy grin.
"Well it's not like it's a surprise Babe. You'll be fine."
The pink eyes narrowed and then she slumped.
"So you think."
"So I know."
Butch was confused and those weird lovey dovey eyes really were starting to freak him out. The fuck had happened last night!?
The yelp was equally concerning as the smile ad the little redhead clutched onto his brother's neck for dear life where he'd scooped her up.
And if he didn't get that creepy smile off his face then fucking - Butch was gonna call 9-1-1 because clearly his brother was out of his goddamn mind!
"Right, nice talkin' to you Butch, we gotta get ready now. See you at the restaurant tonight."
"... What restaurant?" Butch cocked his head but the redheads… kind of just ignored his perfectly reasonable question and… yeah. They just sauntered off.
The creepy giggling didn't stop though seriously, he thought he'd seen everything when Blossom Utonium had gone on a cussing streak a mile a minute using big words to describe just how much a failure at life the wannabe Mafia Dame, Princess Morebucks was- she'd acted like a goddamn kid continually baiting the shrieking drunk bitch and waving her hand and wiggling her fingers in her face like some kind of weird girl code Butch would never understand and…. Frankly didn't want to?
Seriously, they're how old now? Like chicks… move on? Brick had uh… chosen his fuck buddy?
Ugh. This was so not something Butch needed to be thinking about when he had to take a royal piss.
And after that he had to figure out how to get his clothes out if the hottest Utonium sister's bedroom without losing little Butch in the crossfire.
…. Fuck his life he was so screwed.
"Oh, scuse' me Butch sorry I just really need to shower- my hair is all sweaty!" The baby blue streak shot right on in and get! No fair! Wait!
"What the-! Pigtails I gotta-!"
He got shoved aside by a darker blue streak and- HELL NAW!
"Oye! What you think you're doin'!?" Butch snapped and Boomer gave him a smug look.
"Her hair is all sweaty- and so is mine. Heh." He shot Butch a thumbs up and hot damn! Alright little brother! Way to-!
…. Wait… get no there was only one bathroom in this place! Wait the blondes couldn't be-!
The telltale click of the door locking signalled that in fact yes… yes they fucking could.
… God damn it!
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Thank God Buttercup's window looked in the front versus the back. Just… thank God.
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Butch found himself surrounded by mouth watering smells as he slunk back into the house, it was freezing. That hasn't been pleasant. He was going back to bed.
"All sobered up bud?" He paused, she raised an eyebrow challengingly, her thick black hair all mussed up and disheveled and fuck could Buttercup Utonium pull off the "sexy morning after" look. Fuck.
And that little apron she was sporting. Fuck sleep. Butch was hungry.
"Tch, last night was nothing." He waved it off. She rolled her eyes.
"Tell that to my lampshade. My poor innocent lamp. She's naked and cold and it's all your fault." She cracked an egg idly.
… was Butch imagining things or was that an innuendo of sorts? Because oh baby…
He looked at the lamp in question, yeah… there was a lampshade bent beyond repair on the couch next to it- oops- but… nothing too bad. Nothing irreplaceable.
"Cooking breakfast for me baby?" He cupped his chin. She snorted.
"Hardly just you- see it's technically a blonde's turn but guess the shower beckoned." She shrugged.
"Her hair was sweaty." Butch went to the coffee pot.
"Course it was. Boomer's too."
"Yup."
"Idiots. She better know she's bleaching that tub then." Another egg. Crack. Crack. Crack.
"Yep." Mmm, caffeine.
"Should you be drinking that?" She held her spatula idly. "aren't you hyperactive enough?"
He smirked over his cup. "never enough for you baby."
Those lime eyes narrowed before she turned back to the stove.
"I ain't servin' you, if you want some you better come get it yourself." Butch was already at the cupboard and took out two plates.
"Course, I know the deal." She rolled her eyes but swiped the plate anyway, filled it and went to the table.
Butch took his own eggs and bacon before joining her of course.
Buttercup wasn't one for small talk. Thank God.
"So what happened last night?" Butch could therefore get right to the point.
"What didn't?" She answered calmly as she stirred in sugar to her tea. She was a tea drinker. A lot of people didn't know that, or even just how dainty the toughest fighter's morning habits were. A cup of tea in the same mint green floral little cup from high school, cooking breakfast- but never serving- she was a woman of routine. Always had been.
She was disciplined like that in a way no one else was in her family.
"Well I think I remember the redhead throwing someone."
Sip.
"You'd be half correct. She didn't do the throwing however, I did. Your brother was kind enough to escort my drunkenly possessive sister back upstairs while world war…." Sip. "What is it now…. Four… five…?"
"Six." Butch took a drink of his coffee. "Pretty sure it's six." He sighed. She sighed.
"Yeah … world war six occurred down here. I escorted the plastic bitch out the door myself and told Boomer to call the police. She ran quick enough." She smirked.
"Damn wish I could have seen that."
"You technically did." She took another spoonful of sugar… wait.
She'd already put her usual two and a half. What was this third?
"You feeling okay there Buttercup?" He murmured. She stiffened.
"Fine." She muttered. "Eat your eggs."
"... Okay?" They took a few bites in silence.
"Gooooood morning all! Breakfast will be ready in- oh! BC thank you didn't have to!" The eternal Ray of sunshine with a distinctive glow to her face this early hungover morning came skipping on in with her adoring blond moron behind her.
Boomer looked around the kitchen idly, "huh no sight of the happy couple yet?" He snickered a bit and Butch gave him a withering look.
"Me thinks they went back to bed. You know just cause your relationship or whatever is all kittens and rainbows don't mean you get to make fun of his." Butch muttered irritably.
Boomer however seemed to stiffen up and whoa there that...that was quite a grip on spatula Pigtails suddenly had.
Buttercup only snorted. "He doesn't remember a damn thing." She snickered.
"You're kidding." Boomer drawled.
"Nope. The fuck was in that keg?" Buttercup said brightly. Boomer blinked and then groaned,
"No idea but I think we better call Mike to make sure he's still alive."
"Probably, I'll do that after breakfast- Oye! Nuh uh! Get your own tea bags!" Bubbles stiffened and then pouted.
"But Buttercuuuuuuup - I'm just craving oranges right now!" She whined.
"Then buy your own! You've cleared me out twice this week! Or better yet- send your puppy dog out to get em and leave my tea stash alone!"
The blonde again whined, but stabbed her fork in her eggs anyway. Boomer took a gulp of coffee,
"So…. What's the plan troops?" Boomer began hesitantly. "I made the reservation for six pm tonight for… err… shit Butch how many did we agree on?"
"The fuck if I know. What restaurant you even talking about" he took another sip of his own coffee. Buttercup snorted.
"Fuck, what was in that keg. Okay Butch, question for you, what day is it?"
"Saturday."
"Uh huh, okay that's good progress - what's the date?"
"... Uh… Saturday?"
"It's February fifteenth dumb dumb!" Bubbles snapped- wait what!? She looked up over her team "you know, the plan- as in the plan we all have been working on for the last week?"
…. Blondes could be scary when they hadn't had their morning pick me up. Even after a quickie in a shower. Good to know.
"Honey are you okay?" Boomer reached out but Bubbles only threw her head back gulping down the tea.
"I'm just saying, Butch you gotta be more responsible, you can't just drink like crazy to the point you don't remember anything: like I get you were nervous, we all were but-!"
Buttercup put a soothing hand on her shoulder and patted it.
"Anyway, the number guestimated at ten maybe eleven depending on how the Mayor is feeling. All of us, my dad, Ms. Keane, Ms. Bellum, Robin, any new guy-, Mike and if he has a new chick-."
"Oh that's gonna go great." Bubbles mumbled.
Boomer shuddered. "Both of them already have new-?"
Oh…. Right. Robin and Mike… yeah… awkward. Ha...ha. two weeks broken up… damn they worked fast but… yeah this .. this could get awkward- wait? What was going on again. Fuck Butch's head hurt.
"They're adults, they can deal." Buttercup ignored it and continued to count on her fingers. "Anyways- Mitch any plus one of his-. Mojo, Him-." Butch almost choked.
"Whoa whoa! WHOA! Are you crazy!? Why the hell are both of my Dad's going to this random restaraunt excursion- why are they even in the same room!?" He demanded.
"Wait Mitch is going!? Uh… BC is that a good idea…?" Bubbles said nervously. She pursed her lips.
"Hello is anyone going to answer me!?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because… well you know…?"
"Hello!"
She glowered. "I'm over it. He and Brick are good friends I'm not about to keep him out if it because…." She buzzed her lips. "It's fine Bubbles."
"Are you sure….?"
"In that respect should we not invite Mike?"
"Buttercup why are we putting my dads in the same room are you nuts-!?"
"... Okay we only dated for like three months. You and Mitch-!"
Butch flinched then. He finished his coffee before getting up to get more.
"Wasn't dating Mike revenge for Boom dating Robin anyway?" He interrupted.
Now the blondes both flinched. Boomer scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
"That was college man…. I was dumb."
"Not… one of my finer moments." Bubbles mumbled.
"... Fuck I hope they just go stag." Boomer groaned.
"Shit me too." Buttercup tapped her fingers, "this is why I don't do this shit. This is Blossom territory not me!" She hissed.
"Tch, and you're afraid of that- but you went and decided to put Mojo and Him in the exact same fucking room?" Butch shook his head. "Baby, with all due respect, you're nuts. What possible reason could you have for -!?"
"... He really doesn't remember does he?" Boomer groaned.
"Oh my." Bubbles put a hand to her mouth.
"Well you knew it had to be something special in that kegl to make the idiot try to waltz naked with my poor lamp." Buttercup sipped her tea. Butch colored. "And fail miserably."
"Well we'll all just have to take dance lessons now won't we?" Bubble said brightly.
"Scuse' you- I don't remember agreeing to that kind of shit."
"Jesus Christ man, what did you feed my brother?" Boomer rubbed his brow. "Okay, okay- Butch we talked about this too last night, you take Him I get Mojo rememver-."
"Uh no, no I don't and like hell am I taking Him! I had crab duties for the graduation dinner hell naw! It is your turn! And what are we celebrating again!?"
"Him doesn't like me as much as you! Brick's the favorite remember!"
"Brick's everyone's favorite! So why don't he handle em'!"
"Because … because c'mon man! We talked about this! You seriously don't remember what happened last night!?"
"NO! I DON'T! SO WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"
"Moooooorniiiiiing!" His tirade was interupted by ….the Pink one wafting on in and pouring herself a cup of coffee looking like the entire world was made from… kittens and rainbows. She also poured another mug and handed it to Brick who came in shortly after her. He raised an eyebrow.
Hungovers be damned apparently because both were clean, and dressed sharply enough, again Butch noted the grip around her waist as they drank in sync.
Creepily… in sync.
"What's all the commotion about?" Blossom said as she held the mug.
"We could you all arguing from upstairs." Brick continued.
Now see. Butch…. Butch wasn't gaping. No, no. Course not.
But see… he also was...well he wasn't actually blind. He was hung over yeah, mad hung over from drinking that probably would have sent a normal man to the hospital, he'd clearly fucked his best friend last night- again- and….
Yeah no. No he wasn't that hung over.
That was a ring on the redhead's finger.
Yup. Yes it was.
Buttercup smirked in his direction.
Then…. He remembered.
"HOLY SHIT YOU TWO GOT ENGAGED LAST NIGHT!"
Ahh... Butch... Just... Always one of a kind that one. You'd think it would be obvious what's going on but no... No it really isn't. Hee this one was fun admittedly - what other antics are these fools going to fall into - well you'll just have to wait xD
Part II: Dinner and Drinks