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Ellie rolled her eyes even though she had set herself up for that one — so maybe he did take offense to her comment about his band, or he was just playing along with the bit. It wasn’t that she actually hated their sound or anything, they just weren't exactly her vibe when it came to her music taste. Plus, she had been drinking when she first said that, not thinking how rude it may have come off at that moment. That didn’t stop Brick from still wanting to be around her though, her expression scrunching up playfully as he pulled the strand of hair back out from behind her ear. She followed him to the exit until he flashed her a grin, stopping as he did and intriguingly meeting his gaze. “Only in a plane once?” She answered, a little nervous but excited at the idea — it sounded much cooler than taking an Uber at least.

Opening the door for her to walk through first, Brick found himself pleased with her answer. Though he had never actually been on a plane before, he was more than sure that it wasn’t the same as flying for real—feeling the wind whipping through your hair, nothing between you and the ground but air. That meant Ellie was in for the most exciting and unforgettable night of her life, if she was brave enough to take him up on the offer he extended along with his outstretched hand: “Wanna ride?”

Although he was the one to suggest they find someplace bigger and pricer that they can wreck, at the mention of The Northwest Mansion being their next hit had the younger of the two grinning once again. “Fuck yeah it would!” He claimed, already snickering at the thought of the two old farts and their prissy daughter discovering that all their precious stuff was smashed and wrecked by the both of them. He and Brick could make more grounds if they had Boomer with them, but their sap of a brother was off doing who-knows-what and frankly, he didn’t care to wonder what he was doing when this was already taking up more of his attention. “Think they’ll be home once we crash the place? I hope they are, the horror on their faces would be priceless once we’re done with the place!” 

At first the idea of seeing the horrified looks on those rich bastards’ faces brought a malicious smirk to Brick’s own, but he quickly realized that trashing the place in view of the homeowners was more trouble than it was worth. His grin swiftly schooled back into a frown and he smacked his brother upside the head, saying, “Moron! If they’re there when we break in, they’ll call the cops, or worse—the Powerpuff Girls.” Brick wasn’t threatened by the police at all—no jail could hold them—or even those dumb puffs, who they were well-matched to fight. He just wasn’t in the mood to deal with those annoying girls tonight; he wanted to have fun.

Ellie’s cheeks heated up as Brick responded a little more directly, something she wasn’t normally used to. She always had to sneak around in the past, and that was a habit she was still trying to break. It was also fun to play innocent at times, but his straightforwardness was undeniably hot — he saw through her act easily and knew what she really came for. Biting down on her lower lip, Ellie nodded, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Sure, this place is getting lame anyways,” she played it off with a smile, finishing the rest of her drink in a few sips before standing from the barstool.

“Because I’m not playing anymore,” Brick replied, referencing the inside joke that had carried over from the first time they met, when Ellie had said his band sucked. He was going to get her to admit that his music fucking rocked, whether she was really just teasing about disliking it or not. She gave him a decent opening there by claiming the vibe of the venue had gone down, even if she was just saying it to not look so eager to leave with him. (She didn’t have to pretend for him anyway, but whatever.) He reached over and untucked the piece of hair she had fixed, just to be annoying, and led the way to the door where he turned to face her with a devilish grin. “You ever flown before?”

Boomer’s demeanor shifted momentarily as Brick grinned and attempted to insert himself into the situation — as if that had turned out great for them in the past. He couldn’t tell if his brother was serious or messing with him, but if it was a joke, Boomer didn’t find it amusing. Brick was quick to shrug it off though, assuming from the gesture that he didn't really mean it. Still, he couldn’t be too sure. Instead of thinking more about Brick’s words, ignoring the thought of revenge sex that he was putting into his mind, he was interested to hear more about who his brother was spending his time with. “Yeah? Who’s the girl?”

It seemed like Boomer was done talking about his doomed love life, choosing only to respond to Brick’s mention of the girl he was hooking up with lately—which suited the eldest Rowdyruff boy just fine. He was more than happy to talk about his own exploits. “Her name’s Ellie. She’s medium hot—kinda short, but that’s alright, I guess. Came to a couple of our shows and we’ve been hooking up since.” Brick didn’t think his brother was the sleeps-with-groupies type, so he continued on and tried to explain the vibe: “The kinda girl who likes bad boys but also wants to fix you, you know? Fun to play with. Probably has daddy issues.”

If there was one thing Butch thrived in doing, it was causing mayhem and destruction. He was infamously known as the one between him and his brothers who caused the most destruction, always going nuts when it came time for it and rarely wanting to stop unless he was forced to. Even then, it took a good socking or two at him to calm the youngest down, or at best enough to divert his attention into doing something else. Butch just thrived for the adrenaline he get’s whenever he was in action. As he reached the gas station, it didn’t take him long to get started, immediately tearing the cash register off of the counter and smashing the machine onto the ground. Dollar bills and coins flying everywhere yet he didn’t stop to grab a single penny, opting instead to smashing and bashing everything within sight until the gas station was riddled with glass, broken produce, and rubble. Butch had been manically laughing throughout the entire time, his body buzzing all the same, but after both he and Brick took off towards another building, everything halted. “We need to find someplace bigger. Maybe we can break into someone’s mansion? Bet they’ll have all kinds of stuff we can destroy.” He remarked.

It was rare that Brick ever admitted that his dumb brothers had a good idea—because usually he could just repeat their idea, take the credit and get away with it. What incentive did he have for rewarding their rare intelligent moments? Rather than complimenting Butch on coming up with a better target for their delinquency than a gas station, he called their mark: “The Northwest family. It would be fucking hilarious to wreck their shit.” The Northwest Mansion was ostentatious and so seemingly inaccessible to the rest of the population, high on its hill and heavily guarded—none of which would prevent the Rowdyruff boys from breaking in. Showing that their attempts to protect their wealth and status were useless was a power move that would feel pretty damn good. Maybe the high of that wouldn’t wear off so quickly like their minor heists did.

"Right.." Boomer trailed off, who had a similar thought while he was confronting Melody; he had briefly considered how talking to his ex again after everything was stupid, but he couldn't help but say something when he saw her (or who he thought was her). It ended up being for the better that only Millie's twin had to endure listening to Boomer's woes rather than Millie herself. "What? No." He answered almost too quickly at his brother's next suggestion. Boomer hadn't even considered hooking up with Melody, though he should have expected such an idea from Brick. "I don't know," he backtracked a moment later, shrugging in an attempt to brush it off. "I don't think she's the hookup type."

Hearing Boomer answer no to the question of whether he’d hook up with the other twin, Brick almost rolled his eyes. Trust Boom to make the lamest possible choice in a situation. But then he added an I don’t know, tacking on a comment about how the twin didn’t seem to be the hook-up type. Brick grinned devilishly. “Bet I could change that.” His smile dimmed after a moment and he shrugged the idea off as soon as he’d come up with it. “Nah, actually I’m messing with this one girl right now, and I’m not bored enough yet to screw with that. You should go for the twin, though. Revenge sex is the hottest.”

Acting like they didn’t both know how the night was going to end was getting a little tiring—Brick preferred a much more direct communication style himself—but he figured it was still easier to go along with Ellie’s playful little game for a few more minutes than to start at square one with someone else. “Sure do, but it’s not for a gentleman to say,” he answered, mimicking Ellie’s glance around the room, this time as if to suggest that they were in too public of a place for him to say his real intentions. He leaned in closer and added, “Good thing I’m not a gentleman. You wanna get outta here, doll?”

Bubbles giggled. He could act like she hadn’t struck a nerve, but it was as clear as day that she did and had been successful in annoying him with her baby voice. But just like how she was able to fire shots right back at him, the Rowdyruff continued to do the same— this time, by bringing Morty into it. At the mention of what Boomer did, the smile almost fell from the blonde’s face. She wasn’t shocked that Brick knew what had happened, but she didn’t like how he referred to her boyfriend as her ‘boy toy’ much less call the both of them idiots. “Actually, I want to thank Boomer for what he did.” Bubbles claimed, once again reinforcing the smile she had on her face as she knew doing so would continue to aggravate the red Rowdyruff. “He left a mark that nearly left a scar, and gosh am I so hoping it does because my boyfriend looks so hot with scars— I recon that Boomie did me a favor because he only made him even hotter than before.” She giggled yet again. Of course Bubbles had been nothing more than pissed at what her ex had done and she still was, but she wasn’t about to let Brickie here get to her. “Aww— sounds like someone’s jealous~ Is it because no one wants to sleep with you? Or—” She purposely widened her eyes. “Is it because you wanted to sleep with one of us? Boomie had me for a while, and there is that thing between Buttercup and Butch… that has to be it, isn’t it?”  

“Fuck you, B-cups,” Brick spat, refusing to let the Powerpuff have the last word even if she knew exactly the kinds of things to say to rile him up. He wouldn’t stay down for long either, launching himself back off the ground and leveling a kick at her to hurl her into the same wall she’d shoved him against. He didn’t care about messing up his tag—it wasn’t art to him, it was just destruction of property. He’d be just as happy to wreck the building by cracking the bricks with Buttercup’s hard head. “I can go all day. Try me.” At this point, it wasn’t a competition of strength or stamina between them, but sheer force of will. Who was going to decide they had better things to do first?

Brick took off quickly after his brother, pleased at how easy it was to get him to go along with his idea—even better, Butch expanded on it to include trashing the place, not just breaking in to steal some shit like Brick had originally planned. The more destruction they caused, the better. They were created for chaos like this; it was their element. Actually, they were created to beat those stupid Powerpuffs, so they were probably the most in their element when fighting them, but wreaking havoc in general was a close second. When they got to the gas station, he punched through the front window and shook the glass off his knuckles, reveling in the sting for the way it made him feel something. But when they finished wrecking the place and took off to perch on the roof of another building, coming down from the high, he felt empty again. “Hey…You bored again?” he asked Butch, frowning.

Predictable was one word for it, but Brick didn’t think calling a woman that was going to get him anywhere with her. “I’m glad to see you again,” he said instead. Complimenting her choice to show up rather than calling her basic. He cocked his head to the side a little and assessed her as she admitted that she was up for some entertainment besides the band. How coy. Brick could play along and act like they didn’t both know she was down to fuck the moment she decided to come back to the show. “How about one member of the band?” he asked, smiling like he thought he might actually have to convince her.