Note: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls just have always been a fan.

Truthfully, I don't know what I'm doing out tonight. It's the end of finals week at Townsville University and it's time for a well-deserved break. Being a full-time superhero is one thing, but throwing classes into the mix is a different beast. I won't lie and say it hasn't worn me down, but being "The Toughest Fighter" doesn't leave much room to say you're overwhelmed. I'm talking no give on class assignments or extensions even though you've given over 50% of your study time to protecting an entire city. I'm not saying that I deserve special treatment, but a little understanding would be greatly fucking appreciated. I originally planned to spend the rest of the weekend catching up on some needed Zs, but when Mitch begged me to come to his end of finals frat party how could I say no?

Thankfully, this was a Mitch party and not any of his other moron brothers planning. The house wasn't huge, but the furniture was pushed to specific corners of the room to allow more walking and dancing space in between. LED lights that moved with the music were strung across every inch of the ceiling, and smoke machines created a cloudlike effect with what smelled like a little something else in the air that added to this mind-numbing vibe to the room. The best part was the open bar. The bar, or in better words the shanty folding table barely supporting the weight of all the booze, was stocked corner to corner. His frat saved every dollar they could and took as many donations and fundraisers throughout the year just for this one specific party. I'm already four solo's in.

"Plan on slowing down any time soon?" The man of the hour himself appeared next to me, bimbo on each arm. Yea, his party clout has definitely set in.

"Hell no!" I scream over the music. "Honestly, Mitch I've gotta thank you. I fucking needed this."

Mitch gives a hearty laugh and one of his bimbos almost falls from the movement. "Bitch we all did! This year was fucking brutal."

He wipes the sweat off his brow narrowly catching the other bimbo who started to dive with the other.

"You better be getting them an uber and not trying anything funny. Friendship be damned, I'll fuck you up right here in this room." I fix him with my killer stare and he knows I'm dead serious.

Mitch reeled his nose up in disgust. "Fuck no! Butters you know I'd never. I'm waiting on their sorority sister to pick them up, an uber is too dangerous."

"Good," I relax my expression and smirk, "I knew I raised a gentleman."

"Oh no. If a bitch want's the Mitch then I'm not doing gentlemanly things." Mitch waggled his eyebrows and gave a scan of the room for his potential prospects.

I gagged. "Fucking disgusting. I feel sorry for whatever poor bimbo you end up with tonight."

"Hey don't hate the player just because you're losing the game." He reached for his phone and made way to the door. "Seriously though BC, tonight might be a good time to start playing. Like you said, you fucking needed this!"

Mitch disappeared outside leaving me, an empty solo, and the music. Like hell I was going to rely on someone to "destress." Truth is no one in this godforsaken city is willing to take on a Powerpuff Girl. Something about being intimidating and difficult to satisfy. Losers. Granted, I had a few suitors here and there, but there's only so many times you can vocalize your disappointment until you gain the title of being an impossible lover. Who the fuck needs them anyway? I thought to myself and made way to fill my cup again. Looks like we're cutting loose the hard way tonight. I chug the liquid down without a second thought.

Have I overdone it? Probably, but I cannot deny that I feel Damn. Good. Better and freer than I have in a while. They're definitely pumping something through the vents in here, but I'm not complaining. The music continues to take over and it feels like bliss to dance alone and let go. A light sheen of sweat breaks onto my head and chest and I'm grateful I wore my cropped t-shirt and black denim shorts. Not the sexiest but with a full dance floor, we're going for functionality, not fashion. I'm holding a steady buzz though my cup is long discarded on the smoky floor. I throw my hands up and wind down just as someone catches my waist.

Oh, this one's bold. I thought as I continued to dance with my mystery partner. He presses my back against him as we move in sync together. I allow his hands to roam my body and they occasionally dare to dip slightly into the waistband of my shorts. I lean my head back against his chest (tall, that's a plus) and entwine my hands into his silky hair. He leans his head down into the crook of my neck and his stubble tickles my collarbone as he rests his chin against my skin. Our bodies fit and move like a mold for each other. The perfect machine. I breathe him in and I've never smelled anything so damn good in my life. He was a mix of pine, reefer smoke, spice, and mint. He pressed his mouth against my exposed neck and I couldn't stop the sudden tremble. Maybe Mitch was right. It might be a good time to get in the game.

I turn around to see my mystery partner and freeze. Before me stood a much older and very handsome Butch Jojo. My evil counterpart who I had not seen since he and his brothers switched high school senior year. Since then his shoulders had broadened from what appears to be dedicated time at the gym, and his square jaw appeared to sharpen even more from the low stubble he's keeping. His attire left little to the imagination with a half-open sage green button-down and partially rolled sleeves showing off his tattoos on his neck, arms, and chest. His angular brows contrasted his piercing emerald eyes more than ever. Butch, was fucking hot. Now both of us are juniors in college and it was only a matter of time before we met again. I just didn't expect it to be like this.

Butch cocks his head to the side and shamelessly drags his eyes over my body. "Miss me Butterbabe?"

I snap out of my stupor. Attractive or not no way in hell was I sleeping with the enemy. "Fuck no, and don't call me that! What the hell are you doing here Butch?' I cross my arms because the dumbass is still ogling me like fresh meat.

"I'm doing the same thing you're doing BC. Out at the end of finals party of the year and having a good ass time with a good piece of ass."

I shudder remembering how I let his grimy hands touch my body. It felt fucking amazing though. No, don't think about that. He's the enemy, I remind myself. I open my mouth to question him but he quickly cuts me off.

"Listen Buttercup, I'm gonna save you the speech and just hit you with the facts. My brothers and I aren't evil anymore, we don't want to hurt you and your sisters or the city, and we came back to Townsville to get an education and be somewhat normal human beings. If you don't believe me call Blossom, she and Brick had the same conversation." He crossed his arms waiting for me to call his bluff.

I did just that and shot Blossom a quick text.

Buttercup: Hey Leader Girl, I've got the stupid green RRB in front of me saying that they're not evil. That true?

Leader Girl: Yes. I ran into Brick for lunch the other day and Bubbles has been friends with Boomer for about a week now. So far so good, I believe them.

Buttercup: Blink twice if you're being held at gunpoint.

Leader Girl: How is that even possible through text? I'm serious BC, give them a chance. I know he's Butch but the evil part is not a thing anymore. That being said you can't fight with him anymore. He's a civilian now.

Buttercup: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS HAVE YOU MET BUTCH?! HOW CAN I NOT PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE?

Leader Girl: Language. Touch him and I'll make you regret it. You both cause too much damage to the city fighting, and due to him not being evil anymore, WE come out of pocket for repairs. So play nice, or else ;)

Buttercup: K.

My night is officially fucking ruined. "Okay, so you're not evil anymore. Congrats, I'm fucking leaving."

I move to turn around and head for the door when he grabs my wrist. "Where are you going?"

I scoff and blow the bangs sticking to my forehead out of my face. "Home, away from you for some peace and fucking quiet now that my night is ruined."

He scrunches his eyebrows. "But you've been drinking."

"I can fly home."

"Drunk?"

"I've made it before."

"I'll fly you home."

I yank the wrist I forgot he was holding out of his hand. "Hell no, I don't need a babysitter!"

Butch quickly but gently grabs my shoulders and meets my eyes. "That wasn't a request. I'm taking you home."

I try not to think of the double meaning to his words but when he sounds, looks, and smells this good it's really difficult not to react. I blush. Hard. Of course, he notices.

"I didn't mean like that Butterbabe, but if that's what you want you don't have to ask twice," he says with a signature wink.

I curl my lip and veer out of his grip to the door. "Just fly me home so you can leave me alone, shitstain."

I barely make it a step out the door before he scoops me into his arms and we're in the air. What the hell did I just get myself into?