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 51: Young Blood – Green Day

Butch barked out a laugh as he tripped over his own feet and fell out barking laugh as he hit the grass – feeling elated as all of the alcohol he had consumed hours earlier flowing through his bloodstream, and making him feel dizzy and light-headed.

He had spent the first half of the evening with his brothers, proving the he could outdrink both of them, the next he was stumbling drunkenly thought the city streets, before somehow ending up just outside of Townsville's city limits.

He chuckled to himself as he stared up at the pitch-black sky up above him – watching as the stars blinked at him from his spot on the ground. He didn't know where his brothers were, at the moment they were the farthest thing from his mind.

All he could do was stare up into the dark heaven's above, feeling blissfully relaxed-

"You know something? When I got the call about a Rowdyruff who was drunk off his ass, wandering outside the city, I'll admit that this is not how I pictured spending my Friday night. " A voice, raspy yet clear, interrupted his train of thought.

He forced his head up off the ground and a smile broke out across his face at the sight of the newcomer. "Buttercup baby, I was wondering when the Mayor was going to send you after me. What took you so long?"

The aforementioned woman rolled her eyes as she looked down at his prone form. "For some reason, I was expecting you to be a more aggressive drunk, but I'll take this instead."

"Naaw babe, I'm not in the mood for a fight. Come sit with me."

Buttercup hesitated. "I really should get you home."

"I'm in a good place right now, just come sit." He patted the space beside him with a grin. "I don't bite."

"That's not what I'm afraid of." Buttercup muttered, but she gingerly took a seat beside him regardless. Butch flashed her a winning smile. "See? Isn't that better?" he asked with a wink, prompting her to snort.

"Not really, but I'll play along. What made you get like this?"

"Aw, just proving to my bro's that I can outdrink both of them. I can by the way." he added triumphantly, thinking back to the entire brewery he had basically drank an hour before.

"I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Buttercup rolled her eyes as she brushed some stray hair out of her eyes.

"I don't think I've had enough." Butch slurred back as he reached across and drunkenly took one of her smaller hands in his larger, warm one. Buttercup flinched, but allowed him to take it regardless – figuring that it was best to humor him while he was in his current state

"I'd beg to differ."

"I'm going to go get another bottle." Butch grinned as he made an effort to get up off the ground, causing Buttercup to tighten the grip on his hand, keeping him in place.

"Butch, no."

"Buttercup, yes."

"Just sit your drunk ass down." Buttercup sighed as she tugged on his hand, pulling him back to her. "As a superhero, it's my job to protect Townsville and its citizens from danger, and that includes drunk Rowdyruff's. Believe me, I'm doing Townsville a public service by keeping you here."

"Maaaan fuck off." Butch groaned but couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of his throat. "You know you love me."

"I don't know if I would use those terms, but if it'll convince you to stay here, then I'll humor you."

Butch frowned. "Come onnn Butters, I know you like me. I definently like you." He shot her a crooked grin as he gave her an appreciative once over. Buttercup rolled her eyes. "I must, if I'm willing to sit with you until you sober up."

"Not like that babe, you know what I mean."

Buttercup was quiet for a moment before finally giving his hand a squeeze – only for him to suddenly realize that she had never let go of it in the first place

"Yeah I do. I know." She confirmed softly – making his normally slowly-beating heart thunder into irregularity.

"Good. Love 'ya Butts."

"How come the only time you say anything genuine is when you're drunk?" she asked with the hint of a smile on her full, red lips.

"Isn't it how that always works?"

"I guess. Can't really peg you for it, you're fucking drunk after all."

"Still love 'ya though."

"Yeah, yeah whatever Butch. I know."

Butch felt a quiet laugh bubble up in the back of the throat as he squeezed her hand back – keeping his deep green eyes trained up on the dark night sky high above them. He figured he was lucky, to have someone like her by his side in his – at times – messed up life. She was always there to rein him back in whenever he got too out of hand.

He looked at her then – noting that she looked almost as relaxed as he was – and couldn't stop the goofy grin that was making its way up his dry lips. It was her. It was always going to be her.

But he didn't need to tell her that, she already knew.

He looked back up at the inky black sky above them – still feeling the comforting buzz brought on by the alcohol flowing through his veins – and smiled, feeling more content then he had been in a long time.

"We should do this again sometime."

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XxX

I'm a rough boy around the edges

Getting drunk and falling into hedges

She's my weakness, fucking genius

Swear to God and I'm not even superstitious