Buttercup~

Being totally trashed was how I spent most of my nights. There was just a huge emptiness I couldn't fill lately and the only thing that did fill it was alcohol. The bar tender here sucked though. He was too light handed and over charged. He thought he was cute and that his stupid wink was going to get him tips. I was on l was on my sixth bottle of rum.

"Let me get another bottle." I said. I had just gotten done dancing. The DJ was okay but most of these people are here because they heard a Powerpuff girl was here. I partied a lot and was currently using my fake ID.

"Even for a super human you have to be feeling it by now. I'm 86ing you. You're done."

"Well you're a joke. You make piss water for drinks." I hissed and went behind the bar and made three drinks on the spot.

"Oh what are those?" A man down the bar asked.

"Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup." I slurred. Blossom's was a tropical drink. It was a pink sunset garnished with a pineapple. Grenadine, pineapple juice, splash of fruit punch, vodka, and rum. Bubbles was sky blue. Blue raspberry liquor, rum, splash of lime juice and topped off with sprite. Mine was a shot, green like a granny smith apple. Vodka, Rum, and Green apple liquor. His girlfriend pulled out her phone and snapped a picture.

"Omg this is going on insta. Can I get a Blossom?" She asked, her fingers flying across her screen.

"I want a Buttercup." The man said, he down it, "Damn that can knock you out."

I laughed.

"Kinda like me." I said winking and he laughed too.

"I want three Bubbles, My friends are going to love this."

I made the drinks and it took me a moment to notice the hand that grasped my arm. The man pulled me a step back away from the customers.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Breathing life into this dump." I spat. I crossed my arms and sobered up some. Which sucked I spent a lot of money to get this toasted.

"Wow. You sure as hell are rude. Is this ID even real?" He said holding it up.

"How did you get that? Who the fuck are you anyway?" I hissed snatching my ID.

"I am Greg, the owner who is kicking you out. I can't believe Josh is that fucking dumb." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I knew I shouldn't have kept this place open for my brother."

"Well, I guess I better leave before you call the cops. I can't really get in trouble with my parole and all." I said turning to leave from behind the bar. Throngs of people started flooding into the run down bar. People were lining up at the bar.

"This is the place that was tagged for that drink? It's doesn't look so hot."

"Look Brittany raved about how this was the best drink she ever had. Give it a chance Barb."

"Can I get one of each?"

"I want to try the Buttercup. Shit looks delish."

Greg stared at me, dumbfounded that about a hundred people walked in here.

"Didn't you just post that?" I asked the girlfriend.

"Yea. I'm kinda internet famous." She said, sipping her Blossom drink down, "May I have another?"

"Look girl you can stay and work for tips. If cops come in you aren't the bar tender. You're the bouncer got it?" Greg whispered darkly.

"Okay who's next?"

That night I had made 300 dollars in tips alone. Tons of people came in over the next few weeks and Slippy G's was a hit among the middle class income. This bar was in a rough part of town, so it wasn't doing so well. I should know I lived up the street from it.

That was about a year ago. My sister, Bubbles of course has been working here for six months and loves it. We make about 400 dollars a night now. Which helped me pay my sky high rent. My life was finally looking up and I might be able to drop one of my three jobs. That was until I saw a certain Rowdyruff boy walk through the front door. He had a guitar slung across his back. It was armature night. The air around me heated up and I scanned the bar for Greg.

"Hey Buttercup, can I get a Cinnamon Toast Crunch?"

I stopped scanning the bar and focused on the customer in front of me. I had lost the Ruff in the crowd and started reaching for the Fireball.

"Sure thing."