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 39: Chelsea Dagger – The Fratellis

Buttercup breathed a sigh of relief as she finally managed to peel herself away from the party, and made her way out onto the second-floor balcony, away from the crowd of people she had lost her sisters in.

It wasn't that she didn't like parties, oh no, it was the exact opposite. Out of all three of the Powerpuff Girls, she was the wild one – the one who went to all the parties, the one who never turned down a good time. It was just that the party she was attending wasn't exactly her speed.

She, her sisters and the Professor were currently at the yearly annual party hosted by the Mayor in Townsville City Hall to thank the Powerpuff Girls for saving Townsville all throughout the year, and while Blossom, Bubbles and her Father always looked forward to it, Buttercup was a little less enthusiastic.

It was an… elitist party, to put it mildly. Government officials and civil-rights activists alike attended – and while she didn't mind entertaining them for a bit, it just wasn't for her.

Finally managing to break away from the high-class crowd, she made her way onto the marble balcony and ran a hand though her long midnight locks, breathing a sigh of relief as she made her way over to the edge of the balcony to peer out over the illuminated Townsville.

God those parties were suffocating sometimes.

She looked down at herself. Since it was such a high-class event she was required to dress up for the occasion. She was currently spouting a black form-fitting dress with a high neck-line, that ended mid-thigh, complete with black and gold heels and a thick gold-chain necklace to match. She knew she looked good. Very good.

She let another sigh escape her lips. This was usually the outfit that she wore to clubs. At twenty-two she was quite the night owl (not that her father knew of course) and a club sounded pretty tempting at the moment – anything was better than being stuck with a bunch of sniveling politicians.

But she couldn't just leave. Blossom was about to give a speech and wanted both of her sisters present and she had promised that she would stick around for it.

But GOD she just wanted to get out of there.

Three streaks of light suddenly lit up the inky black sky above her, causing her to look up in slight surprise. Red, Cobalt Blue and Forest Green.

Forest Green…

She redirected her attention back out towards the city. The Rowdies weren't a problem to her. They had stopped causing anarchy a few years ago, (at least for the most part) and she and her sisters had become… friendly with them. Besides, if they wanted a fight they would have initiated one with her when they saw her – clearly, they had other plans tonight.

She was so focused on the city's layout that she didn't notice the dark green streak break off from the blue and red ones, and come flying towards her.

"Buttercup?"

The sound of his voice made her turn in surprise, just as his combat boots softy connected with the marble balcony behind her.

For such a big guy, he could be extremely quiet when he wanted to be, Buttercup thought to herself, mildly impressed.

"Butch." She greeted the well-built young man with a nod. "Didn't expect to see you tonight."

"Nope." Butch replied, popping the 'p'. He ran a hand though his jet-black spikes as his eyes ran up and down her body. "I thought it was you that I saw you out here but I couldn't be sure… I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before."

"Well first time for everything." Buttercup muttered as she shifted under his assessment. "What are you doing here anyways?"

The question earned her a wolfish grin. "My brothers and I were heading out to a club. Nothing better to do tonight – you look like you should be in one."

"I'd rather be in one." She responded as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "But I have to stay here. Bloss is making a speech soon and I told her I would here for it."

"Do you really want to be here?" Butch chuckled lowly, looking at her from half-lidded eyes, causing her to freeze and take a good look at him.

Dressed mostly in black, complete with a leather jacket, worn combat boots and an eyebrow stud, he looked good. Handsome even.

"Not really." She responded truthfully, her answer causing a grin to spread across his face as he took a step closer to her. "You should come with me then." He told her.

"What? Where?"

"The club, let's go have some fun."

"I can't I hav-"

"I don't think anyone will care if you take off for a bit. You look as if you're ready to hang yourself out here anyways."

"I promised my sister Id-"

"Since when do you care about prissy little speeches? Come on babe. Let's go out on the town… have some fun. My treat."

When she didn't respond, he took a step forward, and she unconsciously took a step back. This continued until she felt her back press up against the railing. Butch gave her a low grin as he placed his arms on either side of her – caging her in, causing a furious blush to spread across her face.

"Buttercup." He murmured, causing her to look up and meet his forest irises. "Has any one told you that you look good tonight?"

"W-what kind of a question is that?" She sputtered as her lime orbs widened in surprise.

He chuckled. "I'll take that as a no. Fine then." His eyes bore into her soul, unwavering and defiant.

"You look good Buttercup." He told her gently as he hooked a finger under her chin, raising her face up to meet his.

She shuddered involuntarily.

"Thank you." She murmured – their lips less than an inch apart. Butch shook his head, staring at her again.

"No, I mean, you look really good, if you know what I'm saying." He told her lowly, as his free hand moved south to give her hip a squeeze.

Buttercup closed her eyes as a shudder of pleasure ran though her. She opened them again after a moment and looked at him though half-lidded eyes.

"You too." She told him softly as their breath fanned across each other's lips. They stayed like that for a moment, before Butch released her, stepping back a few paces, but not moving more than an arm's length away from her. He grinned roguishly at her as he extended his hand.

"You coming?" It was phrased as a question but she knew it wasn't one. He already knew the answer, and so did she.

"Yes. Fuck yes." She whispered as she took his out-stretched hand.

A second later, two streaks of green – one lime and the other forest – shot across the night sky after the red and blue lights, and away from the party.

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XxX

Chelsea Chelsea I believe when you're dancing

Slowly sucking your sleeve

The boys get lonely after you leave

It's one for the Dagger and another for the one you believe