One-shot written for Mr. Animator, based on his idea! Hoping you enjoy it!


'What can I get you lil ladies tonight?' a rugged looking barman winked at the three young women that had just taken a seat in front of him, uncomfortably fidgeting on the tall bar stools.

One wouldn't think they ran with the same crowd: one seemed perky and innocent, wearing a bubblegum pink cutesy ensemble with a clashing plunging neckline that highlighted her breasts. She gave off the vibe of a preteen playing dress-up, her girlish grin and blonde pigtails out of tune with the provocative outfit she had chosen for herself tonight.

The one in the middle looked anxious and business-like, she looked like a young professional that wasn't ready to unwind just yet. Her ginger hair was wrapped in a too-tight looking bun and the power suit she was wearing was ironed to perfection. She kept looking around, as if scouting for possible threats.

Lastly, the third one seemed the most comfortable in a bar, one could tell she longed to slouch on a bean bag, not the high stools the others had chosen. Her outfit of the night consisted of a rock band t-shirt and jeans, complimenting her short messy hair.

However, they all looked remarkably similar, youthful looking faces, small noses, big doe eyes and identical build. 'Sisters.' the barman was the only thing that made sense to him.

'Ermmm...' the redhead begun, looking cautiously behind her shoulder. 'Three beers, please.'

'What kind, love? We have a decent selection here.'

The blonde got closer to the redhead's ear and whispered.

'What kind does the professor drink? He said it's the best.'

The boyish brunette casually grabbed the menu and addressed the barman:

'Three Bodhizafa IPAs. Thanks.'

The barman nodded towards her:

'A great choice. Coming right up.'

He went in a room out back, which prompted Buttercup to get closer to her sisters and mutter under her breath:

'Guys, be chill. We don't wanna look like noobs, do we? Be cool.'

The blonde nodded, but the redhead narrowed her eyes at her sister, whispering back.

'Why not, Buttercup? I'm not ashamed for not drinking until now.'

'Sshhhhhhh...' Buttercup looked around, hoping nobody had heard her.

'I swear,Blossom, you can be so fucking lame sometimes.'

'We just turned 21, ok? It's not shameful at all that we haven't tried it until now.' Blossom subtly raised her chin in defiance.

'Jesus, Blossom...if you're gonna be like this I'm taking Bubbles and we're drinking somewhere else. I don't need the association. '

'Noooo, I wanna stay here.' Bubbles pleaded. 'Didn't the professor say this place is really cool?'

Buttercup took a furtive glance around the room with a doubtful look on her face. This bar seemed to be mostly frequented by middle aged men and their wives having a 'fun night away from the kids' as they might phrase it to their nannies at home.

'If the professor says a place is cool, I think it might be in the top 10 boring places in New York.'

Bubbles giggled in response. 'We can stay here for a bit, we already ordered the beers. Might be nice. Plus, he's probably tracking us, I don't think we can go anywhere else...' she added quietly.

'I guess we have no choice, do we? Since this dump is is the only place with the professor's seal of approval.' Buttercup groaned.

'We're only having one drink, ok? Then we're going home.' Blossom wagged her finger at her sisters.

'...riiiight.' Buttercup squinted at her, then started eyeing the barman as he came forth with the dark glass bottles, placing one in front of each of them, accompanied by a tall beer glass.

'Cheers, girls. You're first timers, ey?'

Buttercup shook her head dissaprovingly at her sisters.

'That obvious, eh?' Buttercup sighed, resting her chin on her right fist.

'Don't take it personally, love. I'm supposed to sniff out this sort of thing. Would be a shite barman if I didn't.'

'Fair enough.' Buttercup smirked, grabbing the drink and preparing to take a swig.

'No, stop! Bubbles took the bottle out of her sister's hand. 'We need to have a toast!'

'She's right, you know.' the barman winked at her. 'Tell you what, girls, this round's on me.'

'Oh my god, that's so nice!' Bubbled squealed with joy. 'We just turned 21, so this is SUCH a great present!'

'Oh, so you're...triplets? Happy birthday!' He replied, pouring Blossom and Bubbles' drinks. 'Say... Don't you girls look familiar?'

They took panicked glances at eachother, and Blossom was the first to answer in a decisive tone:

'We get that a lot. We just have one of those faces.'

'Hn, alrighty.' the barman eyed them curiously. He carefully finished pouring the beers, then pouring one for himself as well.

'Cheers, girls! For more to come! Happy birthday!'

They clinked glasses awkwardly, then each took a tentative sip. Blossom's expression turned sour, and Bubbles seemed similarly unimpressed by the drink, quickly putting it back on the table. Buttercup, however, took an enthusiastic swig, almost finishing half of it in one go.

'God, this is GOOD!' Buttercup roared, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

'Ahahaha, I like this one!' the barman laughed heartily.

Hearing this encouragement, Buttercup drowned the rest of it in one huge gulp.

'Whoa, missy, slow down!'

'Another one!' Buttercup pushed the empty bottle in front of him.

'Alright, but this one's on you, lassie!'

Blossom grabbed her sister's arm and brought her closer.

'I said ONE beer and we're out.' she spoke through gritted teeth.

'C'mon, sis, lighten up. Just let me have fun for once in my life.'

Blossom sighed, letting go of the brunette.

'Ugh, fine, but don't do anything stupid.'

'Relax, I won't. It's just beer. You can't get drunk from beer. '

'Pretty sure that's not corre...'.

Before she could finish, Blossom witnessed her sister gulping down the new drink the barman had just brought her.

'You not finishing this, are you?' the brunette pointed to the glass he had poured for himself, and before he could answer she quickly drowned it down.

'Hey, that's...mine.' the barman stared glass eyed at the now empty glass before him and the seemingly satisfied Buttercup.

'Whoa, this is fucking great!' Buttercup exclaimed, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.' Fuck the professor for not letting us go to any frat parties!'

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Blossom sank her nails into the brunette's right arm. 'You just had two in one go. Are you out of your mind?'

'No, actually...I'm feeling fucking fantastic!' Buttercup exclaimed, grabbing her sister's beer and gulping it down. 'What's up with YOU, tho? Looks that like stick is farther up your ass, Miss Perfect.'

Bubbles only giggled in response and clung unto her beer:

"Don't take mine, too! I'm drinking it!'

'That's it, we're going.' Buttercup quickly disentangled herself from Blossom's grasp and hissed in her ear.

'I said I'm having fun. Just let me have fun dammit! I never do anything I want!' Blossom noticed the frustration bubbling under the surface, which prompted her to tread carefully. The last thing they wanted was to cause a scene. That would surely blow the lid off their secret identities, she knew enough not no provoke Buttercup.

'Whoa, there... Calm down...I just think it's a better idea if you stop why you're ahead before you do anything rash.'

'Rash? Me? I'm just vibin'...'

She got off the chair and made her way to the laptop in the corner of the bar that seemed to be the source of the music. The barman kept a watchful eye on her, following her towards the laptop.

'Hey, man, do you take requests? '

'Only if a pretty girl's the one who makes 'em.' he winked in response.

'Sleazy as fuck, but ok.' Buttercup rolled her eyes.' Soooo...put the song 'Freebird' on. Do you know it?'

The barman scoffed at her:

'Missy, I'm a British lad who left everything 10 years ago just to get a taste of the American Dream. If I don't know Freebird, then who does?'

'Good. Not get me two more beers. Keep em coming.'

He shook his head in disbelief:

'You're unbelievable.'

'BELIEVE IT!' she took back her place on the stool as the song started.

'Don't you think it's a bit excessive?' Blossom leaned towards her.

'Excessive? No! I bet you I can hold my drink.'

'How do you know that, Buttercup? Be responsible for one second!'

'X is gonna take care of it. X ...deals ...with eeeverything.' Buttercup condescendingly tapped the tip of her nose with her index.

'Jesus, hear yourself. You're already drunk. Please, let's just leave.'

'I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere.' a green sheen fairly appeared in her irises, and Blossom understood the message.

'Ok, just...promise you won't do anything dumb. I don't want the professor knowing about this.'

'Professor this, professor that...He's not even living with us anymore, but he's STILL keeping tabs on us.' Buttercup said, simultaneously grabbing the two bottles. She waved them a bit in Blossom's face before emptying them both with alarming speed. The barman just stood there in admiration.

'Look, he gets it. Freebird, yea?' she placed the bottles in the dazed Barman's hands. 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now...And this bird you cannot chaaaaaaaange' she yelled, her voice regrettably tone-deaf.

The other patrons turned their attention towards the disruptive young woman. Some looked vaguely amused, others just annoyed. Seeing this, the barman addressed Buttercup:

'Dearie, maybe you should take it down a notch. Or two. Nothing personal, but you're upsetting the other customers.'

'Oh, customers? You mean these sad old farts?'

'Don't be rude!' Bubbled interjected, giving the barman an apologetic smile. 'Don't mind her, she doesn't mean that.'

' I totally mean it! It's so fucking depressing that I have to stay in this fucking boring bar with these old fucks just because THIS is what the professor green lit.' Buttercup grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from behind the counter, taking a swig out of it.

'Gooooooood, this is... even better... than the beer.'

'Look, love, nobody's forcing you to stay here. And you better pay for all those drinks.'

'Give me the bottle.' Blossom extended her hand towards her sister.

'No!' Buttercup spat back in defiance as she swallowed the amber liquid.

'Give it now!' Blossom managed to get a grip on the bottle and was fighting to release it out of her sister's grasp. She had already emptied it two thirds when it shattered into pieces under their combined strength, spreading small shards of glass around the bar, causing everyone to freeze in shock.

'Ow, fuck...' Blossom muttered under her breath. 'Ok, let's go. We're not arguing about it.'

Buttercup just dismissed her, and levitated herself 5 feel above the ground, looking down on her.

'You know ...what, Blossom? Fuck...you..and the professor. I'm just trying to have a ..a.. good time? You know? I NEVER get to do what I want.'

Gasps were heard around the room, then a wave of whispers followed, the word 'powerpuff' ultimately being uttered by an average Joe who rose from his table and pointed at Buttercup.

'You're a Powerpuff girl! You're the brunette one...Butterbeer...right? I thought you guys retired.'

Hearing this Buttercup's eyes widened, and anger was palpably iradiating from her. The man realised something was off:

'I'm sorry, did I say something wrong...?' he inquired, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.

'My name is not...FUCKING... BUTTERBEER.' Buttercup flew in rage towards the man, but before she could reach him her redhead sister smashed into her, throwing them both in a nearby booth, utterly destroying the couch and sending bits and pieces of fabric and wood across the room.

Buttercup attempted to launch at the man again, this time her blonde sister stopped her, sending them toppling into the bar, shattering glasses and bottles alike. Blossom stepped in just in time to get the barman at a safe distance, but couldn't help the spread of the tiny glass shards that flew at the other customers, grazing their skin. She looked around, there had been a while since they'd caused this level of destruction. Blossom stood in shock as everyone hid under the table, afraid that her sister might erupt again.

Blossom didn't expect to see Bubbles emerging from the rubble, dragging the brunette after her, quickly leaving through the main entrance. Blossom soon followed suit, following her flying sister until they stopped a few blocks away from their apartment.

'Be chill? Be cool?' Bubbles yelled at her sister. 'You ruined my night!You're so selfish! I just wanted to have a nice night out with my sisters and now look at me!' She was a sore sight to behold: her outfit was ruined by a mixture of liquor and glass, tiny shards in her wet hair shining under the streetlights.

Buttercup bowed her head, the alcohol's numbing qualities or Bubbles' speech clearly having affected her. The blue puff dragged her towards their apartment, and not a single word of protest came from the rowdy brunette's mouth.

The angry puff easily dragged her sister on the stairs towards her apartment, stopping halfway when Buttercup raised a hand, her eyes widened and her lips suddenly puckered.

Seemingly confused, Bubbles turned towards the drunk:

'... Buttercup, are you ok?'

A high pitch scream echoed throughout the building as Buttercup emptied the contents of her stomach on her sister's chest, further tainting her outfit.

'Oh, boy...' Blossom grabbed BC and carried her towards the apartment, out of her mortified sibling's reach. 'Let's just take you home.'

Blossom struggled to find the right key to open the door.

'So many damn keys...' she swore through her teeth as she attempted to try out the third one.

'EEEEEEEEEK!' Bubbles yelled, shoving her sisters aside and snapping the door open with her fist, running inside and immediately starting the shower.

'...That was a perfectly good door.' Blossom tried to place it back on its hinges, the attempt proving to be partially successful.

She pulled BC by her collar and dumped her into the bed. As she was trying to figure out what to do with her she heard someone ringing the doorbell.

Blossom sighed and shook most of the shards off her suit, but still reeked of alcohol. She went to answer it, and awkwardly opened the unhinged door, a worried old lady expecting her on the other side.

'Hey, Mrs Martin, what's wrong?' she put on the most casual smile she had in store.

'My dear Allison, are you alright? I heard loud banging just now coming from your apartment!' she lady exclaimed, wringing her hands.

'Yes, mrs Martin, we're alright. Um...I'm... practicing ...um, taekwondo with my sisters.'

The woman seemed confused.

'But dear...it's 12 AM! Are you sure this is the time for it?'

'Um, it's... an ancient art. There's a ritual that... works only at this hour...You know...The chakras align and ...Uhm... reiki energies...The third eye opens now.. You understand, yes?' she pointed to her forehead, exasperated.

'The lady looked fearful, clearly wanting to get away from whatever this meant.

'Oh, yes, dear. I understand. Of course, the third eye...I'll.. let you to it, if you don't mind.'

'Thank you, Mrs Martin. You're in our thoughts. ' she attempted a bow. 'Namaste.'

'Uh, yes, namaste, dear.' she waved quickly, almost running towards her apartment.

Blossom closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. 'Ok, now moving on to the important stuff..'

She found Buttercup right where she had left her, barely awake. Blossom fond some old sheets and tied her to the bed for good measure, not that it would have any real effect on her, but it might at least discourage her if she wanted to do anything stupid again.

'We're in big trouble, Buttercup. Wait until the professor finds out, he'll lose his mind. Can't wait for the headlines tomorrow 'Retired superheroes spotted in New York, destroyed a bar' Blossom said, tightening the knots.

'Who cares?' a weak voice answered. ' We're nothing... now. I'm... Butterbeer..'

'Not this again, Buttercup! We all agreed that trying to live a normal life is the better option.'

'The professor decided.. he's the one who decides...we just...follow...Grow a ...spine..Blossom.'

The redhead sat on the floor, her back to the wall, staring into nothingness. The shower stopped, and soon Bubbles emerged out of the bathroom in a fluffy towel covering her entire body.

'I'm NEVER going out with her again. You heard that 'Buttercup'? I'm never going out with you again!'

Instead of an answer, she only got a loud snore that completely disarmed her. She sat next to her sister on the floor and they both lay in silence for a couple of minutes.

'Ah, I know.' she suddenly exclaimed and quickly went to her room, returning with a black bottle.

'What's this?' Blossom asked, examining the bottle.

'Bailey's irish cream. I stole it a while ago from the professor's liqueur cabinet. Thought would be nice to have some with your guys sometime. And since we didn't get to have a drink tonight...one shot won't hurt.' Bubbles winked at her sister.

Blossom stared in bewilderment at her, then erupted in a hysterical bout of laughter.

'What makes you think I would...ahaha...have any alcohol ...ahahah...tonight?'

'We just turned 21.' the blonde opened the bottle and took a tiny sip. 'This one I actually like.'

Blossom squinted her eyes at her and gave the blue puff a curious smile before grabbing the bottle herself and trying the liquor.

'Not bad, Bubbles. Not bad at all.'