Here we are again. I guess I lied about this whole thing being complete. Please enjoy the drabble. This idea sprouted from a seed planted in my brain from the song "Take It Off" by Ke$ha, and grew into a beautiful, unbeta-ed disaster. Delicious, this is. Speak like Yoda, I do.

I need to stop talking now, so you can get to reading. Unless you just completely skipped this and are reading right now. In which this is all for nothing. For those of you who take the time to read these, thank you. It means a lot to me.

The disclaimer thing in the beginning still stands!

Freak Night.

Bubbles wasn't sure what to make of it at first.

It wasn't called "Freak Night" by the creator –who had remained anonymous, and had stated they would reveal themselves on that night, on the dance floor. But Freak Night was what it was called by all those that had read the flyers sent out to them.

The flyers were delivered to all super-powered or special soldiers. They had been running around doing all tasks, from cleaning to first aid to destroying the green goopy monsters Bubbles hated so much. If there was one thing Bubbles liked doing, it was screaming so loud the things exploded.

But Freak Night was a break? Could they risk that?

Sure, why not? After all, if someone organized a giant party, it had to be a big-wig, and she wasn't going to let this pass up. They knew what they were doing, and she had wanted to go out dancing for weeks now. Freak Night seemed like the perfect excuse to do so.

When the night reared its vibrant head, everyone headed down to the entire level reserved for this. The elevator buzzed with excited energy, radiating from everyone in the tiny space. Anticipation built like a volcano in Bubbles stomach, just waiting for the cue to burst. Her sisters were on either side of her, both in the proper dancing attire; Blossom had thrown on a pair of tight pink pants and a red tank top, while Buttercup went for the punk look and dressed in neon green and black. Both would stand out on the dance floor. Bubbles looked down at her own dress and wondered if she had dressed correctly, but brushed it off. The dress was cute. She was cute. That was all that mattered when it came to fashion and her.

The elevator dinged. The doors slid open slowly, too agonizingly slow for the sisters. Who promptly threw open the doors in their haste to jump onto the dance floor.

The bass vibrated the floor, and the lights were dimmed to the point to that the level was almost dark. Lights were flashing everywhere, and several smoke machines were going off, releasing clouds of smoke onto the tiled floor. Bubbles spotted HIM at corner of the crowd, dancing away his troubles. She was tempted to join him, but Buttercup and Blossom dragged her to the middle of the group and they started to dance.

Someone bumped into her, and she uttered a squeaky apology before crying out in surprise. "Dexter?" Bubbles screeched. Blossom whipped around to look at him at the speed only a superhuman could achieve, but Buttercup was lost in her own world, singing along to the song with someone Bubbles didn't recognize in the lighting.

Dexter grinned at her deviously. "Enjoying the party, girls?"

A raven-haired boy snaked his way out of the crowd and whispered something in Dexter's ear. Dexter snickered, and the boy swayed away.

"Did you organize this?" Blossom shouted, determined to be heard over the blaring music.

Dexter shook his head. "The young man you just saw did. He's about as maniacal as I am, according to Benjamin."

Bubbles peered at the retreating raven-haired boy, but his features hid themselves from her gaze with so many people in the way. She pouted. "Who is he?"

"Susan Astronomonov." Dexter laughed again, shaking his head. "Evil genius."

The girls were silent. Susan? Wasn't that a guy walking away? Wasn't Susan a girl's name?

"Sorry," Dexter corrected quickly, "Mandark."

Their eyes widened. Mandark. Geeky, short-short wearing Mandark. Over-dressed Mandark. Horn-rimmed glasses, suspenders, tie and white shirt, polished dress shoes, perfected evil laugh Mandark?

"Anyway, welcome to Freak Night," Dexter yelled, as the music was getting louder. "I'm off to find that genius and get him to dance, because he absolutely refuses to, and I bet him I could make him."

The girls were stunned, still, with many questions unanswered. But Dexter was weaving his way through the crowd, and they were forced to sway to the beat of the pop song. "Buttercup is never going to believe this," Blossom sang. "Where is she?"

"I don't know," Bubbles responded. All hope of conversation was abandoned when Bubbles was dragged off by Benjamin Tennyson, the two giggling and twirling on the dance floor, lost in the sea of bliss.

Buttercup looked up from her dancing partner for a moment to survey the surroundings. Everything was so alive, and she loved it.

However…

Who was that? Further away, more towards the back of the crowded room?

She narrowed her eyes and willed herself to see them. She was extremely grateful she had super sight, and easily saw the two.

Two boys.

They had greatly differing heights, but that didn't stop the short one from dragging the taller one into the center of the gyrating group and getting him to dance. The taller one had dark hair shielding his face –he was looking down at the shorter boy, and had to let his head fall, because, even by Buttercup's standards, he was TALL- and the shorter one had more flaming hair. The two danced together, laughing the entire time.

"Buttercup, you are NEVER going to believe who's here!" one of her sisters shouted in her ear.