Adagio Dazzle was sitting at the bar in the pounding dance club, drinking away her frustration. It had been a month since the Battle of the Bands and it was the worst month of her long life. For once, she had no powers; which meant she didn't have the ability to make someone else pay for her drinks. As she slammed shots of liquor, her alcohol tolerance had gotten higher over the years, the blue haired DJ at the booth started a new song that made her seethe.

"I can't believe this crap is considered music," the poofy-haired girl said under her breath. "At least we had talent."

"You're tellin' me. Vinyl usually plays good songs, but I guess you have to play crap thanks to popular demand," an unfamiliar voice came from beside her.

Adagio looked to her side to see a nice-looking toned girl with a blonde/orange mohawk and matching eyes. She looked slightly familiar, but otherwise Adagio drew a blank as to who she was.

"Why the hell are you next to me? What made you decide out of all the chairs here, I'd be the one willing to speak with someone like you?" Adagio glared as she spoke.

"Because you are speaking to me," the obvious athlete replied. "The name's Spitfire, perhaps you've heard of me?"

"Not likely," the angry siren said, annoyed already.

"You seem to be pissed off. Either that or you just have a resting bitch face." Spitfire smirked at the siren beside her, raising her drink a bit.

"Both, Spitwad. Now fuck off," she scoffed out, glaring in return to the cocky smirk.

"Well, how about I make you smile and keep you company? You seem to have taken quite a few shots, can't have some scumbag comin' over here and taking advantage of you," the fiery athlete grinned.

"Oh and you aren't trying? Besides, I can handle myself," the lead Dazzling leered at Spitfire.

"How about I pay for your shots instead?" the mohawk-sporting girl smirked at the siren.

That caught the siren's attention, she looked at Spitfire and grinned her trademark grin. She had easily racked up a good 100 bits of shots, trying to get drunk and only getting a slight buzz. Of course she'd take the opportunity of someone else paying for the liquor she drank and would keep drinking.

"Okay, Spitwad. I'll take you up on that offer, but I gotta warn you, I don't spare the hardest of drinks or the most expensive," the curly blonde replied to her, smirking evilly.

"Line 'em up barkeep, give us your best poisons!" As Spitfire said that, the bartender lined up 10 shots, and the party began.

After the first ten shots they put on the tab, they both slammed shots and drank the hardest alcohol they, rather Spitfire, could buy, and got literally fucking hammered. They drank bourbon, scotch, rum, vodka, wine, absinthe, and basically any kind of alcohol they could afford. After Adagio had her fill, she got off the stool and nearly fell, surprised when Spitfire caught her. The athlete paid their tab, a mind-blowing 378 bits.

Stifling a laugh, Spitfire snorted, "There goes my fuckin' money stack I had before I got here." She started laughing at the 22 bucks she had left and her slurring, unable to stop after a while.

Adagio felt a bit guilty after she said that, but it soon turned back to her bitch mode as she stared at the laughing girl beside her. "You're the one who chose to drink with me, when I obviously already had like 27 shots before you even came over here." Dazzle slurred her words more than Spitfire, due to her headstart on shots.

Spitfire looked at the Dazzling, then laughed even harder, clutching her sides as her eyes watered from laughing so hard. "All right, all right, all right. Um.. oh yeah! Let's get you home, Adagigo."

"Don't call me that, Spitwad," she growled at Spitfire, glaring as they stumbled out of the bar together; her arm over Spitfire's shoulder.

In their drunken stupor, Spitfire walked Adagio home. She got lost a few times thanks to Dazzle's less than adequate directions as to where they were going, but eventually after an hour or so of stumbling around with a siren over her shoulder, she arrived at the small apartment that she and her fellow Dazzlings' shared.

"Well, here ya go, Dagi!" Spitfire whisper-screamed as they found the door in the dark hallway. "This is it, right?"

Adagio nodded, hiccuping in approval. Dazzle fumbled with her key, and after a solid five minutes of not even coming close to the keyhole, finally unlocked the door as she cursed under her breath.

"Well, I'm gonna go home, if I don't fall down your stairs instead of up this time," the drunken athlete giggled as she stumbled backwards, catching herself.

Before she could walk away, Adagio pulled Spitfire into a deep, sloppy, drunken kiss. It caught Spitfire by surprise, but she grabbed the siren's firm ass after she got used to it. Adagio slid her tongue into Spitfire's mouth, amply wrestling her tongue in a war she was quite honestly winning. The heated make out session was ended when the Dazzling pulled away, wiping the mixture of saliva off her chin and lips.

"Why would you go home when my bed is right inside, and perfect for everything but sleep?" Adagio said in a drunken-sultry tone, holding Spitfire's chin briefly before walking inside, leaving the door open as the invitation.

Spitfire stood there, just staring off before she clued in and stumbled into the apartment, grinning as she walked in and shut the door behind herself.

"Good point."

Author's Note

Hello! This is my first attempt at a fanfic soon-to-be clopfic of any kind! Please give pointers and constructive criticism if I need them! Thank you for reading. If you liked it, thumb it up and leave a comment telling me what you think! I will continue this if I get enough people to want me to.

Much love,

Ambi~