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(i kinda debated if I was gonna make this a traditional or mixed pairing story)

(but in the end I think I'm gonna make it mixed)

(I could easily change it at any time so...)

Brick, Butch and Boomer stepped out into the fenced yard filled with other inmates. There were monkey bars, weight lifting areas and metal benches literally everything. The other inmates stand at them, almost intrigued by their presence. Everyone seemed tense and Brick generally liked it. It was one of the one things that made him smile, other than his girlfriend and whenever one of the Puffs got hurt. He liked knowing him and his brothers spiked fear in these losers. But of course, there was always someone who thought the ruffs were just as weak as the rest of them. They were always testing the waters.

Jet: Well if it isn't Townsville's most overrated villains! I must say, I find it just amazing how you 3 have managed to brainwash this town to believe that you guys are dangerous! I mean com on. You 3 were literally made BECAUSE of the Puffs! They are the reason for your whole existence. So for the sake of every other inmate in here, please don't act like you're so tough. We're all equals now.

Brick had to be honest, he was impressed by how brave this guy was. No one had ever really spoken to them that way before. But he wasn't THAT impressed. Brick turned to his twitching brother and nodded and in a blink of an eye, Butch punched Jet to the ground and would have kept punching until Brick told him to stop. Everyone stared as their supposed 'toughest inmate' lay writhing in agony on the dirt floor. Brick spoke up.

Brick: Let's get something straight here.

He looked at all the faces of all the inmates, expressions stricken and smirked.

Brick: 1, This Prison (pause) is not ruled by the guards. It's not ruled by you or him (pointed at Jet) or even Sarah.

Some men winced at the mention of the Chief's first name once again.

Brick: This Prison is ruled by ME.

Boomer: (cough) Us. (cough)

Brick: (rolled his eyes) Us. (pause) You find anything that could help to get out of here, you report it to us immediately! You have food that we want to eat, you hand it to us, no questions. If something happens and one of us get caught for something, you WILL step in and take the blame.

Some men nodded, others simply stared.

Brick: 2, y'all see that bench over there? (pointed to a bench in the corner, farthest from the entrance) That's ours.

Brick calmly walked toward it, followed by Butch who lay one more kick to Jet's stomach and Boomer, who was grinning the whole time.

Boomer: (He smiled to the crowd) I'm with them.

As they walked, the shaken inmates listened as Boomer said,

Boomer: He was cute.

Brick: Shut up, Boomer.

***A Few Minutes Later***

Butch was bored. Their first day at this Prison and all he had gotten was a few punches on some lowly guards and Jet, if you counted what he got a beating. The boys were basically just sitting silently on their bench, surveying the other inmates. Who was easy to manipulate, who was most likely to start a rebellion. Like they always did in Prison. Well Butch was sick of it. And to top it off, it was like all the female guards in the Prison was avoiding him. It didn't help that he was in solitary confinement. Thank god, it didn't start today, but he knew it would be hell when he did get in there.

Butch: (thought) Stupid Chief and her briefings.

Butch needed a smoke. But the last time he had one was before the collar was put on him. He searched the yard and finally found a group of inmates huddled around in a corner and assumed they must be passing around a joint.

Butch: I'll be right back. (stood up)

Boomer: Where are you going?

Brick glanced at him and and Butch knew he had to be vague with his answer. If Brick and Boomer knew he had found a joint, they would ask for one too, and Butch didn't feel like sharing.

Butch: To freak out that group over there.

Brick nodded and Boomer smiled. As Butch came closer to the group of men, they noticeably tensed up. Butch smirked as he called out.

Butch: Hey guys! Whatcha got there?

Fortunately, Butch's hunch was right, the group of men WERE passing around a joint and they gave it to hum without question. Butch, liking the group's respect towards him, decided to hang out with them for a bit. Not long the topic of the group's conversation came to the 'new female guards', who were apparently 'totally smoking hot'. Those new guards were supposed to be Butch's and his brothers special guards.

He had only seen them once and they seemed cold and distant, just like all the other female guards here, but Butch was confident he could get them to open up to him, especially the busty little blonde some reason, she reminded him of Bubbles. But to be honest there were many blonde haired, blue eyed girls in the town. He wouldn't be surprised if that girl was just some random girl who kinda looked like Bubbles.

Butch: Ooo! Speak of the devil!

Butch spotted the blonde haired girl. His target. She stood by the entrance, looking like she was searching for someone.

Butch: I'm going in. (smirk)

Josh: Woah man, are you sure? You might get in trouble.

Butch: (scoff) What trouble? They ain't gonna do nothing.

Butch started his way towards her and she immediately stopped looking around and stared straight ahead. Butch smirked when he say this.

Butch: Hey pretty lady, what's your name?

Bubbles knew she shouldn't answer him. 'He'll play you' the Chief had said and she had heard. She wasn't stupid, she knew how Butch was. Bubbles didn't talk to Butch. But Bethany did! Bethany was a regular guard who didn't have a bad past with Butch. So Bethany answered him.

Bubbles: Bethany.

Butch: Bethany...?

Bubbles: Oh! Um, Bethany...Hope!

Butch: (raises an eyebrow) Bethany...Hope?

Bubbles: Yes, my name is Bethany Hope.

Butch chuckled slightly and crossed his muscular tattooed arms. Bubbles pushed her glasses up, like only Bethany would.

Butch: Well, Bethany, I would tell you my name but I assume you already know.

Bubbles nodded and continued to stare ahead.

Butch: So, You got a boyfriend, Bethany?

Bubbles was shocked, they had only just introduced themselves to each other and Butch was already trying to get some!

Bubbles: (rolls eyes) Well, aren't you a subtle one.

Butch: Yes, indeed, that's me. I figured, you already know what I want, there's no point in asking. And since you already know what we want, you'll just give it to me, right?

Bubbles didn't dare look at him in fear that he would notice the very light tint of pink on her pale cheeks. But alas her antics did not work. Butch stepped right in front of her, so that she would be forced to look at him.

Butch: (grins)No? Would you rather I ask?

Butch trapped Bubbles by placing both hands on the wall on either side of her head. He leaned down slightly so that they were eye to eye.

Butch: (softly) Or maybe you would rather I just rip of those baggy uniforms and fuck you HARD right here and now?

Bubbles was breaking harder than she had anticipated. She could feel her entire face and her below area growing hot. Wasn't anybody seeing this? Oh how she hoped that her sisters were here.

Butch: (softly) I see you, getting all hot and bothered. You like this, don't ya? You're into the bad boy types, aren't ya?

With every word Butch brought his lips dangerously close to Bubbles's and she internally screamed out. But then he brought his head up slightly and whispered in her ear.

Butch: Well then, Beth Baby I'll give you what you've been yearning for, and more. I guarantee it.

Bubbles: (thought) Beth Baby?

Butch: But I won't.

Bubbles almost almost cried out, 'Why not?' but she bit her tongue. Besides, Butch had already answered her question as he backed away from her.

Butch: I can't fuck you right here and now, because it's not really the right time and place .

Bubbles said nothing as she focused a hard stare at Butch's forehead. Not looking him in the eyes.

Butch: Hey, you're Boomer's special guard, right?

Bubbles forced herself to speak. Hoping that her voice wasn't shaking.

Bubbles: Yes.

Butch: Man, the lucky stiff. Wouldn't I kill to have you all to myself. (strokes Bubbles's long hair)

Bubbles: (thought) He's touching you! He's not supposed to touch you! You're not supposed to LET him touch you! Tell him to stop touching you!

But despite Bubbles's conscience screaming at her, she didn't tell Butch to back off. There was something about Butch that was just too irresistible that she just couldn't say no.

Butch: Didya know they put me in solitary confinement?

Bubbles: No, but I'm guessing you did something really bad to be put there.

Butch: Nope, just arrived then- BOOM! I'm in solitary confinement.

Bubbles: (furrows brows) They wouldn't just put you there for no reason.

Butch: Yea, they would.

Bubbles planned on asking Ms. Bellum about it. She knew Butch was a bad guy but NObody deserved solitary confinement.

Butch liked this girl. She was easy to talk to and manipulate, unlike the other female guards in the Prison. He could tell that Brick and Boomer were probably staring so he decided to end their little chat for the day.

Butch: Gotta go, Beth Baby! I'll see you real soon. (winks)

Bubbles: (thought) Beth Baby?

As Butch sat back down on his side of the bench, Brick and Boomer's gazes never left him.

Brick: Alright, talk.

Butch: What?

Boomer: Wasn't that my special guard? Brittney or something?

Butch: Bethany. And you wouldn't believe how lucky you are! She's got the perfect amount of air in her head, you could get her to bail you out if you wanted to!

Boomer: Really? (glances over at Bubbles)

Butch: (nodded) And to top it off, under that baggy uniform lies a curvy figure, good enough to stick in!

Brick: (raises an eyebrow) How you gonna get all of that from one conversation?

Butch: (shrugs) It's a gift.

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