Party Pooper

Party Crasher

The professor drove into the huge neighborhood, scowling at the sound of the party in the house beside his destination.

"Great..." He parked his car and walked into the large house to see a much calmer setting with wine, fancy cheeses, and different types of casserole.

"It's nice to see you made it John! I'm sorry about the noise next door. Our neighbor sometimes throws these wild parties, but I never really have the heart to call the cops on him. He's just a teenager after all." The professor scowled, but was quick to replace it with a friendly smile.

"That's alright, we can ignore them as long as it doesn't get much louder than that. If it gets too much worse I'll take care of it." The parents at the party smiled in gratitude towards the professor.

"Thank you John, get yourself something and sit down." The professor smiled gratefully and helped himself.

Buttercup trifled through her closet, searching for the perfect party outfit. After a few minutes of searching, she came out with a pair of short, ripped, dark denim shorts that only covered half of her ass and a black tight, low cut crop top that showed just how busty she was. To finish the look, she put on a pair of six inch black pumps, let her now long wavy hair down to her waist, and black cat eye liner.

The wild puff, walked downstairs and grabbed the keys to her car before waving to her sisters and heading out.

Buttercup pulled into the driveway of the party house with all the alcohol she bought on the way there with her fake ID. The girl earned a loud cheer as she walked through the doors and she immediately jumped into the party.

The parents and adults of Townsville sipped on their wine as they talked about their kids and the happenings in Townsville.

"You wouldn't believe what happened the other day! I was walking through the street and-" Every parent cringed as Ms. Keane was cut off by a loud, excited scream.

"Body shots bitches!" The professor reeled back slightly at the slightly familiar sounding voice. Screams of approval soon followed and all heads turned towards professor Utonium.

"Body shots bitches!" Buttercup screamed from on top of a table. Her suggestion was met with loud roars of approval and she hopped off the table with a bottle of tequila and salt.

She grabbed the nearest hot guy and led him to a table where she laid down and handed him the bottle and the salt. To her surprise, he also pulled out a bag filled with white powder.

He smirked up at her and poured a trail of salt leading to her belly button, a shot inside, and a line of cocaine to just below her shirt.

She giggled excitedly and he licked the salt, took the shot, and snorted the cocaine all in one go. The party screamed loudly, cheering on the guy.

"Your turn babe." He winked at Buttercup and she sent him back a daring smirk.

"Don't mind if I do." She got up and let him lay down before lining the salt from his pants line to his navel, poured in the shot, then a line of cocaine to the top of his six pack. However, she didn't stop there and put a lime in his mouth with a wink.

She professionally licked up the salt, took the shot, snorted the line, and hopped on his lap to get the lime from his mouth. She drank the juice and discarded it, choosing instead to make out with the guy she was sitting on.

The surrounding party cheered the two on loudly, screaming without any second thoughts of the neighbors. Buttercup stood up on the table and let out a scream of excitement, which everyone in the party followed.

All of the adults cringed as the party got even louder. All eyes once again turned towards the professor.

"Okay, I'll go check it out. I'll give them a warning." The professor got up from his seat and walked towards the neighbor's house in his spiffy white button down. He shook his head as the noise got louder and he stopped at the door. After hearing yet another scream, he pushed the door open and immediately smelt strong alcohol and the kids didn't even notice he was walking past them. He walked towards the center of the party and froze at the sight of a familiar shape currently sitting on a guy's lap, drinking from a quarter filled bottle of tequila. He glowered at her as she finished off the bottle and turned to the guy to stick her tongue in his mouth.

"Buttercup. Blaire. Utonium." The professor growled out in a furious voice and he only got angrier as she turned to him laughing with traces of white powder on her shirt.

"Oh heeey profezzor!" The boy she was sitting on helped her off of his lap and disappeared into the crowd.

"Go. Outside. Now." Buttercup only laughed loudly.

"The partyz not sover yet!" The professor climbed on the table and screamed to the party.

"STOP THIS PARTY NOW OR THE NEIGHBORS AND I ARE GOING TO CALL THE COPS!" Everyone immediately started piling out and he glared down at his trashed daughter.

"You. Party's over now and we're going home. I don't even know what to do with you right now!" He grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the house.

"Noooo I wanza go back iiin!" Buttercup whined and the professor picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

"I don't want to hear another word from you young lady! You'll only get yourself in more trouble." The drunk girl quickly shut up and the disappointed father walked back to his party.

He walked into the house, an angry look on his face and every adult in the room gasped.

"Is that...?" His glare intensified and he looked to his now passed out daughter and he adjusted her so he was holding the girl bridal style.

"Yes, and she won't be out of the house for a LONG while. I'm going to have to bring her home, so I won't be able to stay the rest of the party. I'm sorry about this." They all nodded to him, letting him know they understood.

Buttercup woke up and smiled up at the professor.

"Don't smile, there is NOTHING funny about this. I'm still trying to find a fitting punishment for this! And what are you wearing Buttercup? I'm so going through your closet and throwing out anything I don't like!" In her drunken state, Buttercup continued to laugh. He shook his head and remembered the white powder on her shirt.

"And what's that white stuff on your shirt?" He sent his daughter a quick glance and saw her looking at her shirt.

"Cocaine?" Because of her condition, her answer sounded more like a question. Disappointment filled the professor and he decided he didn't even want to know more than he already did.

They pulled into the driveway and Blossom and Bubbles both came out of the house to see who was home.

"Dad! I thought you were coming home tomorrow." Blossom sounded nervous, and John Utonium was smart enough to know why. He walked to the other side and pulled his middle daughter out of the car.

"I already found out about your sister and that's exactly why I'm home right now. For her own good, I'm going to leave her here with you guys tonight and I'm going to go back to my party. Otherwise, I might kill her." Without another word, the professor walked out and drove back to his party.

"Damnit Buttercup, how did he catch you?" Blossom looked at her sister in sympathy.

"His party fwas netstdoor! I didididn't know dat!" Buttercup slurred out an explanation. Bubbles ran out of the room and came back in with a bottle of water and three aspirins.

"God Buttercup... that's a bad break. We'll try to calm him down a little before he gets to you, but he's pretty pissed." The raven haired girl groaned miserably and crawled up the stairs.

"I'm gonna go to sleep. Pray for me."

AN: okay so we'll have the professor back next chapter, please vote and comment!!