what a dum-bee!

Who wouldn’t be afraid of splatting on the ground if they fell from hundreds of feet in the air? Stupid question. Stupid jerk, trying to scare her out of sticking up for herself. The irony was that, as terrifying as mortality was, she actually did have fun flying. Diving towards the ground was a thrill—people usually paid for an experience like that, albeit they were usually safely strapped into the harness of a parachute, not clinging to a punk ass dude’s back like they were the parachute…Regardless, Kuromi didn’t want to give the guy the satisfaction of knowing that she was either scared or having fun, only answering his taunts with a sharp laugh before returning to stubborn anger.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” As soon as she tried to reach for the ring, the Rowdyruff instantly shoved his arm out of the way even further, making it even more harder for her to go for it. “Not so fast. Didn’t think I was going to make it easy for ya, would I?” Butch questioned with a taunting smirk. He knew the minute he brought out that ring, that she was going to try to snatch it away from him, hence why he purposely kept it out of her reach. But she was bold— especially with how high up they both currently were, even if she was able to get the ring, what was she planning on doing afterwards? Kneeing him on the groan so that he’ll let her go? Yeah, as if that would turn out great for her, unless she did wanted to die.

Buttercup was planning to hit more than just a nerve with him in a second. It had been easy to forget how unbearably, obnoxiously annoying Butch was when they would hook up, but now that was off the table and Buttercup was already over his shit. Even worse, he was calling her the stupid nickname she absolutely despised. She should have known that he was purposely trying to get under her skin now, but she was too pissed off to care.

And there’s the ticket! All it took was one puny insult about her new boy-toy and B-cups had snapped. Honestly, Butch was almost surprised, figuring it would take some more egging her on before the Powerpuff broke, but he wouldn’t say that he was displeased by her reaction. As soon as her fist made contact with his face and he was knocked down, the Rowdyruff’s eyes blew wide, and even with the following punches that came right after, he smirked.

The delinquent’s retort about being horny made Kuromi automatically loosen her hold on him, almost dropping off his back. “What’re ya, some kinda pervert?!” she replied, for the first time wondering if getting the ring back was worth it at this rate—if he wasn’t just some petty thief but a total creep, too—but before she could make the decision to let it go, they were suddenly rocketing off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her limbs tighter around the man in sheer self-preservation, so she didn’t end up a splat on the street below. The fact that he was probably some kinda sicko wasn’t her first concern anymore. Actually, her first thought was Wheee! Her second was, “Ya better not drop me! I’m precious cargo, y’hear?” Did he even know who she was? And who the hell was he?

Butch crackled. The second his feet was off the ground, he felt her latch onto him even tighter, holding on for dear life as the realization that they weren’t on land anymore had hit her. Then as she spat out how he better not drop her because she was “precious cargo”, he wickedly grinned. “Awe, what’s the matter toots? Afraid to go ’SPLAT’ on the ground?” The Rowdyruff taunted as he flew higher and higher, making the distance between them and the ground larger. If he wanted to, he could shove her off of him and let her go, test out exactly how much precious cargo she really was. After all, she was the one who dared to go after him, so she should’ve known what she was getting into once she got on his back. But on the other hand, Butch was enjoying himself in hearing the fear within her voice— maybe he won’t forcefully drop her, but he will continues to scare the shit out of her.  

Butch’s grin only irritated Buttercup further, rolling her eyes rather than admitting he was right. She was hardly acknowledging to herself that she had feelings for Jukes, despite the obvious songs she released in her new album and the boundary she was now setting, so why would she easily admit that to Butch of all people? This was the last conversation he wanted to be having with this idiot; still, it further showed how much Buttercup was starting to feel for Billy as she went out of her comfort zone. Regardless, she didn't think that this meant Butch deserved the details.

“Oooh, hit a nerve— didn’t I?” After being shoved once more, the grin that the Rowdyruff had been sporting grew, turning more maniacal mixed with the amusement he was already feeling during this moment. Oh, he knew how B-cups felt whenever he brought up that edgy looking bean pole of an ex-boyfriend of her’s. She hated hearing the mention of him and it pissed her off whenever he did so— and that’s exactly why Butch had brought the guy up. Pissing her off was hilarious, and if he wasn’t allowed to fuck her anymore, than this was the next best thing to relieve his boredom. 

If it was possible for her to blush even harder than she already was, Butch’s response to her attempt to brush him off with a rhetorical question about him getting off on this was enough to do it. His answer, and the way he leaned into her personal space to smirk at her like a creep. His face was all too close to hers now, so she turned her head again, returning to staring pointedly at the shelves of alcohol behind the bar. She knew the only proper way to handle this was to ignore him, but he wasn’t letting up, insisting on knowing what she was doing here if not to hook up. “Do you need an ice bath?” she asked, threatening him with her special power if he was apparently too hot and bothered to have a civil conversation. Perhaps she relied on her powers too much; she had a brain to reason with him. She knew that Buttercup was somehow able to suffer his company, so there must be something redeeming about his personality. (Or was it really just about the fighting and…the other f word? She didn’t want to think about it.) “If you must know, I’m just here to have fun. Maybe make some friends. That’s all.” It occurred to her that Butch might still not believe that she was really here to loosen up, considering he’d pushed her right into defensive prude-mode, but it was the truth. He could take it or leave it.

Watching as he made the Puff even more flustered, Butch snickered. It's amusing how easy it was to get under her skin with his lewd comments. It was almost as fun as whenever he got under B-Cups skin, only difference was that by now the redhead’s sister would’ve tried landing a hit on him with how annoyed he had gotten her. But when it came to Blossom, she tried the ignoring him tactic, yet when it didn’t seem to work, she threatened him with a good time of having an ice bath. “You’re offering to give me one?” Butch cheekily asked with a raised brow despite her not looking at his direction anymore. Jokes on her, an ice bath would do the complete opposite of not making him horny. But then again, the Ruff was horny 24/7— that’s why he was at this joint in the first place. He planned on finding his next victim for the night, that is, until he came across Pinky, and now here they were. With another laugh, he finally moved back, still staring at her direction as she actually gave him an answer to why she was here. “And you think not finding someone to fuck wouldn’t be fun? Your loss.” He commented, boredom already starting to hit now that he finally got his answer. Then a new thought had struck him, and the Rowdyruff grinned once again. “Alright, you want some fun? How about you and I play a drinking game then? It’s on me.” 

So there she was, mindin’ her own fuckin’ business, when this jerk comes out of nowhere and snatches the ring off her very finger. Kuromi didn’t know how the guy could even move so fast unless he had some kinda super speed, which…didn’t seem all that unlikely. She shouted a “Hey!” as soon as she felt the ring slipping off her hand, but it wasn’t until he was halfway across the street, showing off his spoils to mock her, that she realized just which piece of jewelry he’d swiped from her. It wasn’t even a real gemstone, the dumbass—it was costume jewelry, its only real value being sentimental. He couldn’t pawn it for shit if that was his plan. But Kuromi didn’t intend to let him get far enough to find that out on his own. That was her matching friendship ring with Mai; she wasn’t letting some rotten punk thief get away with it without a fight.

He hardly had much of a chance to turn back around when she started to sprint towards him. Running through the street as cars began to drive by, the Rowdyruff couldn’t help but watch with amusement as the purplenette managed to dodged getting hit, only for him to then snort at the thought of what she was planning on doing. Did she think she could take him on if she catches up to him? All it’ll take is for Butch to shoot up in the air and fly away for him to be miles away from her. Yet, after making it across the street, he stood in place from where he was, leaning against the pole of the streetlight while still very much tauntingly holding up the ring. If only she knew all he had to do was crush the piece of jewelry within the palm of his hand and it would cease to exist. Then what was she going to do? Probably cry in pathetic tears or something, he chuckled at the thought.

Boomer wasn't sure why he even bothered trying to vent to his brothers about his continuously failing love life. He was so much different than both of them, who preferred to ignore any sort of feelings and instead put their focus on sex and violence. Maybe Boomer was the selfish one for wanting more than that, though he'd always been the sensitive one of the three. He wished he could just shut off his feelings like Butch and Brick seemed to do effortlessly, but the blonde didn't quite operate that way. He huffed out a sigh as he let Butch get all his laughter out; he was used to being the butt-end of a joke after all these years. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Boomer's a dumbass." He rolled his eyes, a little frustrated but unable to escape the judgment from everyone else around him, between his failed dating life and the recent fight with his ex's current boyfriend. "You know, pointing that out doesn't make me feel any better," he continued, wondering where Butch was going with this. "I just don't understand why. Am I really that pathetic? .. Actually, don't even answer that."

His brother was a real moron if he thought he could get sympathy from Butch. Boo-fucking-hoo, so Boomer’s love life fucking sucked, that was on him for actually wanting to date people and getting burned in the end for it. “You’re more than a pathetic dumbass, Boom— you’re a real fucking moron.” Butch oh so bluntly said, yet now that his laughter had finally died down, the younger of the two was staring at his brother with a bored look on his face. He didn’t really care much about Boomer’s love life; hell, he didn’t care about either of his brother’s love life if one wanted to even call whatever Brick was doing with that Elise girl an actual example of the redhead ‘dating’ someone. But for some strange reason the blonde was talking to him for advise, and if he wanted to hear what Butch had to say, than he wasn’t about to sugarcoat any of it. “So you suck at dating? So what! You should’ve done what me and Brick’s been doing this whole time—sleeping around, not dating.” Just uttering the word ‘dating’ had the younger already wanting to puke. “Or better yet, instead of falling for people like the real moron you are, don’t!” 

Being called boring wasn’t something rare or unusual for Blossom. She was a sensible young woman, the kind who had a respectable bedtime…Most people found things like that to be “boring,” her own sisters often included. A Rowdyruff boy’s opinion on how exciting or interestingly she lived her life held even less weight to her, so she brushed Butch’s original diss off by saying he was wrong (in cleverer words than that) and trying to move along, but that didn’t seem to be enough to satiate Butch’s appetite for bothering her. He just kept talking, saying more and more inappropriate things. Heat bloomed in her face as he made his guesses about what brought her to the bar, but she kept her gaze trained away from him, not wanting to give the satisfaction of a reaction until the last thing he said pushed her over the line. She whipped her head around to face him. “None of the above! And it’s none of your business. Do you get off on speculating about people's private lives?”

As pinky’s cheeks began to darken, the smirk the Rowdyruff was sporting only grow. Did he actually believe that she was here for some sexual and deviant act he was assuming she was here for? Nope. The bow wearing leader was dead last among the three Powerpuffs who he would expect to see do such a thing— hell, he bet if anything that Blossom was more of a prude who thought that waiting her true love or something as nauseating shit as that was the way to go instead of fucking a random stranger. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have his fun making such claims as that. Especially after the way she looked at him after doing so— the ravenette snickering as he did so. At her question of him getting off speculating about people’s private lives, he rest his arm against the table and deliberately leaned in close to the redhead. “Uh yeah— I do.” Butch remarked, now with a taunting grin. “Come on, Pinky, just tell me! If you aren’t here looking for a good fuck, then what are you here for?”  

Buttercup kept her expression neutral as she waited for it to click with the Rowdyruff, avoiding showing any weakness — the last thing she wanted was for him to think she'd gone soft by falling for someone. She should have known though that as soon as Butch had her cornered to the wall, he'd turn into a total horndog, pushing her to finally set the boundary. Once she heard his next question, the brunette visibly narrowed her eyebrows. "God, you're fucking disgusting," she shook her head before caving and letting out a groan. "Ugh... If that's really the only way your tiny brain will understand, then yeah — there's someone else." She knew it wasn't that simple though, remembering her past with Ace. She'd hooked up with Butch while still with him; now she wasn't sure if he'd continue to be persistent with that history in mind. She just had to make sure she was blunt. "It's not like last time, either — so if you still wanna keep fight club with me, keep it in your pants. Clear?"

At her response of disgust at his comment, Butch widely grinned back at her in return “But I’m right, aren’t I? Someone else is getting you going and that’s why you want us to stop.” The Rowdyruff claimed, not even needing to use much of his own brain to come up with that conclusion. In all the time it’s been since the two of them started this fight club together, there has been two main rules they’ve had when it came to it. Number one— never hold back. The main reason of this club was so the both of them could have a shot at a worthy opponent without coming out of it acting like a bunch of weak ass pansies. And number two— what they do within the confinements of these walls stayed within these walls. Like fucking. The two never hooked up outside of this place, and it never mattered much to Butch as he could always find someone else whenever he was in the mood. It wasn’t like he and the Puff were mutually exclusive and as a matter of fact, he wanted anything less. “Fine, be boring and exclusive if you want to be." Butch rolled his eyes with his own look of disgust. "But now you’ve peaked my interest— what’s the name of this new boy toy of yours? Is he another edgy looking bean pole?”