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.

*Mentions of drug use.

**Full song title wouldn't fit in the Chapter Title box

Track 23: Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High – Arctic Monkeys

Butch took another long drag from the burning joint in his hand.

Inhaling sharply, he sucked the blue tinted cloud into his lungs, and held the smoke in for a long minute before exhaling – letting the remaining smoke escape out though his mouth and nose, coughing lightly as he shook his head.

Damn, Mitch had really set him up with a good batch this time. It was twice as strong then normal, which was exactly what he needed to get high out of his mind.

What he was smoking now would have knocked a normal human out cold, but he needed to intake at least twice the normal amount of substances (whether it be drugs or alcohol) to get past his X boosted immune system, and give him that oh-so-wonderful buzz that he craved.

Currently he was sitting alone in his room with the window open, and was now pleasantly buzzed. He giggled happily as he put out the joint, flicking the remains out the open window. He'd have to thank Mitch later; this batch was a good one – totally worth the price.

He buzzed his lips contentedly as he sat back. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a while. It was… nice.

He pondered for a minute on what he could do to pass the time in his high-induced state. There wasn't a whole lot going on at the moment that he knew about – considering that it was close to three in the morning – but he did have some ideas.

It probably wouldn't be wise idea to go chat with his brothers – even though it was late, he knew that they were still up, and would pick up on the fact that he was high immediately, and would most likely be on his back for the rest of the night – and he knew that Mitch, Pablo, Harry, Mike and the Twins, Floyd and Lloyd, were out at some block party and would be unavailable for the rest of the night.

He sighed. Who else did he know who was a night owl and would probably still be up at this ungodly hour?

Buttercup.

A wide grin spread across his face as he thought of the green Puff. Unlike her sisters, he knew she was a night person. She was his counterpart after all. The Greens both tended to be more active at night rather than the day.

Grinning, he found his phone and began to scroll though his contacts list until he reached the 'B's'. Just under Boomer's contact was hers. He had no idea how he managed to even get her number in the first place. He suspected that Mitch might have had something to do with it. All he knew was that she had his number too – though they rarely texted, and when they did, it was namely to playfully insult each other.

He snickered as he hit the call button and held the phone up to his ear. He was going to prank call her – say some sort of lewd joke and hang up cackling. In his clouded mind, it sounded like a great idea. He had a joke already to go and the delivery was going to be fantastic-

"Hello?" Buttercup's trademark feminine rasp answered on the other end, and without warning, Butch's mind suddenly went blank.

Shit. What the fuck was he going to say to her again? He couldn't remember in his drug induced state.

"Hello?" Buttercup asked again, her voice taking on an annoyed edge. "Butch I know it's you. I have caller I.D. so if you're trying to make a prank call it's not going to work."

Silence.

What in the hell was he supposed to say to her again? Why the fuck had he called her in the first place? It had sounded like a good idea at the time – but then again, a lot of things sounded good when he was high. He didn't trust his mind to come up with something clever at the moment either. He was too buzzed to think properly, but for some reason, he didn't want to tip her off that he was high.

Why? He had no clue.

"Shit man, you picked a hell of a time to call. It's three in the morning. What the hell do you want?"

He was starting to panic. Think of something damn it!

"…kay Butch, you're starting to freak me out… if you don't tell me what you want in the next three seconds I'm going to hang up." Buttercup threated.

Silence.

"Goddamn it, you're fucking high, aren't you?" Buttercup sighed irritably from the other end of the line, causing Butch to freeze.

"How the hell did you know?" He managed to sputter out, her statement finally forcing words out of his mouth.

"You only ever call me when you're high." Buttercup snapped from the other end of the phone. "Why you call me of all people, I don't know. But this is like the fifth time you've done this, and not going to lie, it's starting to creep me out."

Butch stared at his phone for a second, completely befuddled by the new information. He had called her before? He didn't remember doing that. Shit, he must have been really gone…

"Sorry." He muttered lamely. "I didn't know."

He could almost feel the eyeroll as Buttercup scoffed into the phone and sighed. "Well, if there's nothing else that you want to say to me, then I'm going to hang up. Have a good one man."

"Later." He managed to croak, just as Buttercup ended the call.

He stared down at his phone for a while as the fog started to lift from his mind and suddenly, he regretted making that call.

Butch groaned as he put his head in his hands, tossing the phone away from him – buzz completely gone.

He was an idiot.

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XxX

Now it's three in the morning,

And I'm trying to change your mind,

Left you multiple missed calls

And to my message you reply.

Why'd you only call me when you're high?