Bubbles~

Tonight was armature night which meant the dance floor was going to be filled with tables. More tables meant more food, more drinks and more tips. I came out of the kitchen to see the third act setting up. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue. I knew this boy, very well actually. It was weird seeing Boomer. He looked so different from when we were kids. His hair was long on the top and faded on the sides. It was swept back and looked really good. His lip was pierced and he had a guitar case with him. I couldn't get over the feeling that seeing him gave me. Such a feeling that I dropped my order for table three, which was going to cost me if I didn't turn on the extra Bubble charm. My palms were a little sweaty and my heart was racing. He just looked so different. He was wearing a dark blue muscle shirt, where the arm pit holes went down to mid rib cage. His arms were well sculpted and became taunt as he pulled his guitar from the case.

"This one goes out to a very special lady. She's been in and out of my life, she doesn't realize how deeply I feel for her." Boomer said into the mic. His voice was deeper than I remember, velvety still but different now…sexy. All the women in the bar went aww and asked for Buttercup's new drink that was out for Valentine's Day. The heartbreaker, it was cherry juice, passion fruit juice, lime juice, vodka and sprite. Greg thought it would be a good idea to make the day before Valentine's day single night. The place was packed. He played a love song he wrote. It was actually really sweet, it talked about how he missed the girl, missed seeing her, hearing her voice. Like I said sweet. Table five needed more heartbreakers.

"Hey Bc can I get six of the special." I said, barely taking my eyes off Boomer.

"Tell me it's not fucking weird to see him. Didn't they move?" Buttercup hissed, keeping her eyes on him too.

"Do you think he's going to…."I looked eyes with my sister, "do something?"

She rolled her and made a tsk sound.

"You and I both know he's mild mannered. It's Butch we would have to watch." She said, something changed in her eyes when she said his name. I moved my face down to see her eyes again and she shot me a glare.

"What are you falling for Boomer? I saw you drop that tray." She said, placing the drinks on my tray.

"No, I was shocked to see him. You know I do have fighting instincts." I retorted but she just laughed loudly.

"Sure you do Bubbles." She said giggling and walked to the other end of the bar.

Boomer~

When I saw Buttercup behind the bar I almost didn't go up on stage. I was afraid she was going to storm up here and kick my ass. Butch had scars from run-ins with her and he was the toughest guy I knew. I heard about this bar on BarBrittany's insta and fbook. I originally followed her cause she had nice tits in a bikini but then she kept posting about this bar and how they had all sorts of events. I thought Slippy G's was a dump of a bar, where only bikers and criminals went. Turns out it's a good place to start playing at. I loved to play but this was my first time in front of such a huge crowd. There had to be over two hundred people in here. I swallowed and sat on the stool and reached for my guitar. Then I saw her soft blonde head, Bubbles. I would never picture Bubbles here and yet there she was rushing back to the kitchen. Her ass looked really good in those tight black jeans. I smirked and picked up my guitar. When I looked up again her tray was on the ground.

"This one goes out to a very special lady. She's been in and out of my life, she doesn't realize how deeply I feel for her." I said, locking eyes with her. I was going to play this song anyway but having the girl who inspired the song here was even better. I couldn't lock eyes with her the whole time like I wanted to I kept the gaze of several drunk women who swooned and placed money in a jar that was on the table I played two songs and said my thanks to the gorgeous ladies. At the end of my set a peppery haired man collected the money and handed it to me. He stood next to me as I packed up my things.

"I think you should start playing her regularly." He said with a smirk, "You'll make good business and business means money. I know you can DJ too. I've seen you on BarBrittany."

"Wow you did your research." I chuckled.

"No, Brit is a regular here and always shows me different DJ's. She hates the one we have." He laughed, "A perk could be free drinks. That's if my bar keep can stop glaring at you."

His eyes went to the bar but I didn't need to follow them. I could feel her jade eyes boring into me.

"Can you promise to keep her from killing me?" I said rubbing the back of my head.

"If she wanted to kill you, I think she would have done it by now." The man said.

I dared a glace and saw Buttercup laughing with Bubbles. I could hear Bubbles laugh over the other performer and the crowd. Her laugh was high pitched and soft, I smiled. I would be hearing that laugh all the time if I accepted.

"Sure. I'll be your DJ and live performer every now and again." I said shaking his hand firmly.

Brick~

I knew that pink bow anywhere. I can't believe she was working for Townsville and Trust too and wearing fucking bow! I was a mortgage/loan lender on the top floor. I went into the hallway to get some water from the break room and did a double take when I saw an auburn haired girl sitting next to Robin. From the top floor hall way you can see the lobby and teller line below. I didn't know that Blossom could do anything but read and fight crime. I had just moved back here with my brothers to aid our father Mojo. He was deathly sick and I felt we owed him something. He did help me get out of our other Father's possession. I bit back a curse and stormed towards the branch manager's office down the hall.

"Ah Mr. Mojo, Did you close that deal with Hiroshima? I know he is a difficult client…" Mrs. Young started but I cut her off.

"I emailed you about it an hour ago. Yes I closed the deal and convinced him to buy a piece of land for his upcoming business. What is that red headed girl doing here?"

"Attitude as always. Have a seat Brick." She said sternly and I hesitated, "Now."

I sat and crossed my arms.

"Blossom is underqualified for that job but insisted she start off easy. Something she could leave and fight crime if she had too. Now Mr. Mojo I hired you despite your background because you were an excellent salesman, I know that one Powerpuff is not going to affect your work is it?" She asked folding her hands on her desk. Her hazel eyes looking me straight into my red ones. I sighed and let my pout go.

"No ma'am it is not."

"Good. I knew eventually you would notice her but she's already been here for five months." Mrs. Young said picked up another folder, she handed it to me.

"Five months?" I asked, grabbing the folder from her hands.

"Yes. That's what I said." She placed her glasses on and read something on her screen. I stared down at the thick folder in my hands. Cursing my brothers for having worse records than my own. Boomer was too stupid to do anything and Butch was too rough. I stood and walked to the hall way. I stared down from the windows for a moment. My eyes boring into the beautiful red head. The lead teller at the line waved at me and I turned back towards my office.

Butch~

I had heard about this awesome tattoo shop on insta. This tattoo artist seemed to be all over and used Magnesium based alloys in his needles. The same shit that was in Professors and Mojo's needles. Which meant it could pierce my skin. His art was dope and I had a special request. I needed to get some of my own touched up. I walked in downtown Townsville until I came across the "Needle Nose" sign. I opened the door to see none other than her. Her raven hair was shoulder length and seemed to be dip dyed an emerald green. Her combat boots were resting on the desk and she played with her phone. Her legs looked damn good in those tight black jeans. She played with her lip ring unconsciously and then glanced my way once she heard the door shut. She stood quickly once she saw it was me and formed an energy ball.

"Woah woah. I'm not here to fight Butterbabe." I purred but she stepped closer.

"I've seen enough ruff's lately." She hissed out.

"Ruffs?" A guy exclaimed and came running from the back, "No fucking way!"

He circled me like a vulture did road kill on the highway.

"Yes fucking way." Buttercup sighed out and let her ball fade away, "What are you in here for?"

I rolled up the sleeve on my left arm.

"Need this touched up." I said pointing to a black panther, the deep green eyes had been faded out for a while.

"How…?" She said getting closer as the other guy ran towards. She squinted.

"It looks a few years old. I never saw this on you." She hissed out.

"Well I tattooed myself after we left." I shrugged, her eyes lingered down the rest of my work. I quickly pulled my sleeve down and covered the inside of my wrist.

"Wait I wasn't done looking." She said stepping closer and I could smell her shampoo. Coconuts and a hint of mint. Thankfully Vulture dude returned with two other guys who looked just like him. They surrounded me.

"I told you. I fucking told you he was here." He said, he was wearing green.

"Wow shit wow. Where are your brothers?" The tattoo artist asked. Him I had seen. I recognized his tattoo on his arm.

"Brick is at work and who the hell knows with Boomer." I said, "So can I get you to touch up some work and do me another piece? I can't get my right arm. I'm right handed."

He seemed to be awestruck for a moment they all did. Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"Well Butch you might as well know. These three are triplets and obsessed with the Rowdyruff boys. This is Brad, Brent, and Bentley." She said pointing at each one, "Guess which is you."

"What?" I asked confused and then they all showed me their tattoos. Brad had the dumbest of the dumb on his inner arm, Brent had Berserker across his chest and Bentley had The Baron of Badness on his back. I actually never would have guess. They seemed to be the opposite of who they chose as their idol. Brad was the tattoo artist I wanted, now I was beginning to wonder.

"Why would you want to be Boomer?" I asked laughing, "Or Brick?"

They looked offended for a moment and then laughed.

"I don't know man. I saw him on TV and I thought Boomer was so cool and care free!" Brad said.

"I liked how focused Brick was." Brent offered.

"Dude you were so fucking cool bashing people's faces in. I wish I had the guts to do that." Bentley said, feeling up my arms. Oh I see now. They picked what they lacked. I could already tell that Brent was the air head, Bentley the softy and Brad thought way too much for his own good. I glanced over at Buttercup who was smiling and shaking her head at them. It was weird seeing her smile like that. Like a dotting mom or something.

"So about this other sleeve what did you want to get done?"

"Surprise me." I said, keeping my eyes on Buttercup who was talking with the other two boys. She laughed her deep throaty laugh. I loved that laugh and how infectious it was. I used to hate it when we were younger, it used to mock me then. The boys returned to the back and Buttercup shed her jacket. She turned to hang it up on the rack next to her desk and I saw her tiger on her back. It was outlined and the only color was the jade green eyes, looking at me like she did before a fight.

"Wow when did you get that?" I asked aloud. She turned and smirked.

"16. I told Brad I could get Boomer's hat if he did it for me." She said sitting, typing on the computer.

"What? How old is he?"

"Brad? About 25. So four years older than us." She shrugged.

"Is that your only one sweetheart?" I asked winking and her eyes grew dark, "Oh lighten up. I'm just trying to catch up with you."

She snorted.

"Sure, 'catching up'." She laughed and continued up her work.