Chapter Two
Club music blared obnoxiously in Blossom's ear as she attempted to block out the sound. Unfortunately, being a super-human had a few downsides. In this case, her hearing was one of them. The academic teen groaned loudly, irked that this was the only way she could get Bubbles to stop her wailing. A new record had begun on how long the Puff sisters had fought. Blossom and Bubbles hadn't talked to Buttercup in about a month. Not that she was complaining; the "toughest fighter" had gone beyond the sisterly boundaries of arguing. The orangette exhaled deeply, a look of distaste on her features. Bubbles appeared elated, her just-right tanned skin glowing as she examined the club.
"I'm so happy Blossom! Thanks for taking me. You're the best," she squealed.
Another prolonged groan, then a cheery, "You're welcome Bubbles. If you need me, I'm going to get something to drink." 'In order to survive this night, I will need something that ranks above Antidote-X in the 'get Blossom drunk' category,' thought the ruby-eyed teen despite her plastic grin.
"Oh, okay. I invited Robin and Harry-"A giggle at the mention of her own boyfriend- "don't get completely hammered," the peppy teen told with ditzy innocence.
'How will she even get brainless Robin and that arrogant Harry in anyway, does she not realize the only reason we got in was because of our practical celebrity status?' Wondered Blossom, 'Not my problem,' she answered for herself. "Great! I will meet up with you about-"a quick check at her watch- "eleven then, considering your curfew is eleven-thirty."
"Sure, 'whatevs. You are more fun after you hit the bar anyways. T.T.Y.L.," Grinned the blue puff before escaping in a blur of her trademark color.
'Why must she act like such a child?' The furious red-head questioned as she stormed off towards the neon sign labeled 'drinks'. The seat she planted herself in was deserted, aside from the leering bar-tender and a few strewn adults. The man staring at her was quite attractive, however, with thick black hair and deep blue eyes. Not to mention those muscles!
"What is a puff doing in Amity Park? Are you here to try and catch the ghost, get even more press?" Oddly enough, the tone was completely bitter. Normally, Blossom would not stand for being talked to in such a way, but whenever she was around the opposite sex… She got a little tongue-tied.
"Um, I'm just here to uh, make my sister feel better," The now red-faced teen stammered, her pulse quickening at his nearness.
A smile quirked on the guy's lips, almost taunting her he commented, "I never would've guessed a puff to be the shy type, especially the leader. You seem like such a bitch in the media, and now you can only stutter." "Tell me-"he leaned in closer across the table- "am I making you nervous?"
The smell this guy had was over-whelming; Blossom could only redden worse as she mumbled, "quite."
"That's cute red, can I call you red- Your face is red right now, how about that."
"It- it- it is. Um, you are right sir. Can I get something to drink," Babbled the uncomfortable girl, as she attempted to appear a little more in control.
"Sure. By the way, my name's Danny. What do you want red?"
"What do you recommend?" She attempted to ask coolly; instead it came out as a squeak.
Another smile from Danny, "A specialty of mine, it is an exclusive that you can only get here, The Ectoplasm Mix."
"…" Blossom tried to think of something intelligent to say, but nothing came to mind. If Danny didn't know who she was, he probably would believe she was some ignorant loser. Just as she was about to utter a few incomprehensible words, the drink in question was set before her.
"Enjoy red," a voice whispered in her ear, and then he was gone. A female bar-tender had taken his place, her hair in an electric blue pony-tale with punk sort of clothing.
The terrified girl glanced around with frightened eyes, as she saw Danny had disappeared. On top of everything else, the academic teen concluded, that man was elusive.
"I'm a good girl-HIC- that pleasures in getting bad.
And baby if you haven't –HIC- heard yet…
The word- that's going around!
The rumors –HIC-they are spreading.
I'm like an atomic,
Like an atomic,-HIC-
Like an atomic bomb!
So run along.
Be very,-HIC- very afraid.
Of the good girl
Who enjoys –HIC- being bad," Sang Bubbles, her mesmerizing voice ruined by the hiccups she gave every ten seconds. Blossom studied her sister with concern, perplexed over just how much alcohol the super-human had in her system.
"Bubbles get off that platform right now! We are going home immediately, I trusted you and what do you do? This!" Screamed the livid teen; her voice surpassing the cheers of the crowd by far. Apparently, people liked hiccupping drunks. They also disproved of red-head girls that were enraged. The academic teen plowed through the crowd in a burst of pink. She reached her moronic sister and snatched the intoxicated girl. "Do you realize how stupid you have been? Where is Harry or Robin- weren't you supposed to be with them?" Blossom interrogated as she hauled her sister out of the club. "Wait…" her ruby-colored eyes rapidly searched the complaining teen. "Why are you only wearing your underwear?" Shaking her head in disgust, the pink puff moved on to more important matters. 'I parked the car by section C, lower-ground. So then we have to go downstairs…' She trailed of in her thoughts, dragging the 'joy and laughter' behind. "Okay Bubbles, you have to go down stairs right now. Now sober up and let's go!"
"I don't want to," Protested the blue puff, her arms crossed in a clear sign of defiance. The rebel façade was ruined by drool dripping from the blonde's lower lip.
The academic teen had it with her sister's childish attitude, "Get down the stairs right now Bubbles or so help me I will drag you by your tangled ping-tails!"
To an outsider, the argument would be hilarious. It was in the middle of the night, with lights from the nearby club keeping everything from pitch black. One slightly taller and more developed young woman stood to the right, screeching at the girl on the left. The young woman appeared as a hot-mess, smeared red lipstick contrasted against a tight and short pink dress. The other was even more scantily-clad, in baby blue lace underwear and one broken high heel. Any man would quickly jump them, except everyone knew who they were. The Powerpuff Girls, minus one puff.
"I will murder you right here Bubbles. Get down the stairs this instant or I will throw you down!"
Her tiny butt in the air, shaking at her sister, "You can't make me." This was followed by taunting.
"THAT'S IT" The red-head roared, racing towards her sister. Red, hot fury blinded her as she launched at the intoxicated girl.
"Victoria Secrets," Chuckled a low voice, his eyes mainly roaming on the older sister. He quickly went between the two teens, breaking the super-human fight apart with ease. "Red, were you really going to attack your poor sister? I thought you wanted to make her feel better,"
"Danny? What are you doing here," Blossom once again sputtered, her anger and bravado lost at the sight of her about three-hour crush.
"I was around. Saw you needed help, finding a car?" The man lingered, pointing to his own gleaming motorcycle.
"Err, yeah. I umm, did. My sister here refuses to cooperate," A little voice came out.
At this point, Bubbles decided to speak. She expertly adjusted her hair and bra. "Blossom, how do you know this hunk," although the words were slurred, they still sounded sultry.
Danny's grin widened. Her sister seemed like fun. "Anyways, I can give you a ride back to Townsville if you can't find your car."
Blossom was confused, about quite a few things. For one, Bubbles now acted almost sober. Plus, how was Danny able to break apart their fight? He was a human! Her thoughts were also simply jumbled because Danny was around. "My car is just on the lower floor, it is pink and very noticeable. We will be fine but thanks anyway for everything including the drink," Blathered the pink puff.
His eyebrow rose, "Have you seen your car yet red? My motorcycle was parked right next to it, the thing is mangled."
This was definitely new, but the situation of being with Danny for so long could still be avoided. "That's okay. We can always fly. Did you know we are the Powerpuff Girls? Flying is kind of our thing. Well, bye!"
Danny laughed at her idiocy, "Red your car is mangled. Your sister won't be flying anywhere. I know you are the damn Powerpuff Girls. The media never lets me know otherwise. Just let me take you home, it's not like I'm going to hurt 'cha."
Defeated, Blossom sighed. 'This is not a good idea!' She thought franticly. Aloud the leader replied, "Okay."