A lot of things had changed over the past couple of years. The Rowdyruff Boys had stopped destroying the city, of course. But this was before the Powerpuff Girls were just a memory and before the Utonium family shattered. They had been in juvy for years up until last year, where they were released and decided to be normal.
Or at least, as normal as they could be.
Brick took the role as parent figure, as expected from the leader of the brothers. He took on a job while getting his college degree while Butch and Boomer worked as part time high school students.
Why the part time? They were usually busy breaking the rules with the Gangrene Gang. They went to clubs, bars, parties, smoked, and the occasional pickpocket.
Of course, Brick found out and got them to take school seriously. But Butch and Boomer liked to go to the gang when things got too stressful. And as much as Brick hated to admit it, he enjoyed letting loose with his old allies once in a while.
But if Brick knew Butch and Boomer were going to their old green skinned friends at the moment, he'd probably have a fit.
"I just hope it isn't another lame club." Butch murmured.
"Don't worry." A voice coated with a city accent chuckled behind them.
Butch and Boomer didn't have to turn around to know that it was none other than the leader of the green skinned gang, Ace.
"This place is one of the hottest new places in the city." Ace assured.
"Is it still hot on a Sunday night?" Boomer raised a brow.
The group of misfits continued to walk, and soon heard the buzz of people and the loud thumping of dance music. The sky was illuminated by the fluorescent sign of the club.
Butch squinted at the sign and furrowed his brows at the name of the club. "Voodoo? What kind of name is that?"
"Don't judge a book by its name." Ace noted.
"Isn't it don't judge a book by its cover?" Boomer asked.
"Shut up and let's get inside." Snake interrupted, enunciating the 's' noises as he always did.
The group moved forward and Boomer scowled.
"It's such a long line."
Ace smirk. "Told you it was hot."
"I can get us in." Lil Arturo chimed in, the short boy moving ahead. He led the group towards the entrance, where a muscular man stood, wearing black clothing and a black headset.
His stoic expression was enough to intimidate most people, but not the Gangrene Gang or the Rowdyruff Boys.
"Names?" The man spoke and Lil Arturo cleared his throat.
"Arturo Ramirez."
The man seemed frightened and shocked before clearing his throat and gesturing the group forward. "This way, sir."
Butch almost laughed at the sight. A man as bulky and tall as the bouncer, scared of Lil Arturo? It was something out of a bad joke.
Lil Arturo grinned at the group and the entire gang nodded in approval. They entered the busy club and were met with music flooding the tightly packed space. There were a lot of people here and Ace smirked.
"Looks like we just crashed a private party." He pointed to a sign reading, 'Happy Birthday Jules'.
Butch shrugged it off. "I'm gonna go get a drink."
Before he could go, Boomer pulled him over. "Oh no you don't. You've already drank your weight in beer before you came home, so we're going on the dance floor."
Butch grimaced as the blonde dragged him through the crowd and into the heart of the music.
The song changed to a Zedd song and the crowd cheered. Boomer cheered with them as he began to thrash around in a rhythmic pattern.
People around them cheered him on and Butch laughed.
"C'mon!" Boomer shouted over the heavy bass.
Butch rolled his eyes and slowly swayed and bounced along.
"That's the spirit!" Boomer punched his brother playfully on the shoulder before continuing to dance with the crowd.
Butch continued to sway, looking around the room. Ace was hanging by the bar chatting up some brunette, Lil Arturo and Snake were on the dance floor, and Grubber and Big Billy were talking to some guys by the bathrooms.
As more people crowded around Boomer, Butch began to feel a pounding in his head.
"I'm gonna go get some air." Butch yelled.
Boomer didn't pay attention and waved him off before jumping towards a couple of girls.
Butch rolled his eyes and pushed through the sweaty crowd. He was reaching an empty hallway towards the exit when he locked eyes with a familiar young woman.
"Oh no, not you."
Butch raised a brow at the red headed pierced woman in front of him.
It didn't hit him until she scoffed and said, "So now you're loitering inside of our club?"
Butch scowled, but not because of what the woman in front of him had said. It brought up memories of what he was here to forget.
The woman's brown eyes softened. "Are you alright? Did you drink too much or something?"
Butch broke her gaze. "I'm fine. What's it to you?"
The woman raised her brows and pursed her lips. "Excuse me?"
Butch shook his head. "I'm leaving anyways, so enjoy your fucking night."
The woman was about to speak when he stalked off, shoving her shoulder as he passed by. Before she could even process the shove, the exit door was already shut close, leaving her behind in the dark hallways of the club.
"Two trips in one day?" The bartender asked, and despite his passive and indifferent tone, Butch couldn't help but glare at the older man.
"So what?"
The bartender held his arms up. "I ain't judging you, kid."
"I'm not a kid." Butch said bitterly.
He was never just a kid. Not really, anyways. Growing up, he was a criminal in a kid's body. He did criminal things and despite being immature like any other child, he had to grow up. Going to a juvenile detention center for seven years does that to a person.
"Whatever you say." The bartender shrugged, and as someone sat beside Butch, he began to tend to the customer. "What can I getcha?"
Butch scowled at the man and downed his drink before slapping a bill on the table and getting off the stool. He proceeded to walk out into the night.
It wasn't like Butch was an alcoholic. He just liked to get a little wasted every week and have a few drinks in between. He didn't usually go to a bar two times in a row, especially when one of those times involved him getting wasted before happy hour even begun.
The whole Bubbles encounter was just nagging him from the back of his mind. It brought back memories of him as a child and the thought of his childhood was enough to make him want to do more than just get wasted. His childhood wasn't one to remember and always made him crave more than just alcohol. It destroyed his mind and he wanted to do worse than alcohol. He would want- no. He would need-
"Butch!" A voice distracted Butch and his destructive thoughts. He found himself turning towards his brother and the Gangrene Gang, who were exiting the club.
The blonde boy jogged up to his brother and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "There you are! You disappeared on us."
Butch shrugged and when he showed no sign of replying, Boomer continued. "We heard that Jules is having an after-party and she's apparently filthy rich, so we thought we'd drop by, hang out, and maaaaaybe snag some jules ourselves."
Before he could roll his eyes at his brother's embarrassing pun, Butch looked at his guffawing brother. "And? Why do I care about some rich girl's party?"
"And, you're coming with us! The club clearly isn't going to cheer you up, so doing what we do best will surely get you back to it."
Butch cringed at his brother's choice of words. 'What we do best."
What did he and his brothers do best?
Oh right.
Being a criminal was what he did best.
A/N: So I wasn't sure if I was going to update and I was thinking that if I was going to update it'd be pretty short. But then I checked my email and got a bunch of reviews and something inside of me was like update update update. So I did. And thank you for the reviews- they really brightened up my day!
Anyways, either in a few minutes or in a few days, I'm going to change the title of this story. I don't really like it anymore and I'm going to try and come up with a name that sounds better to me.
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