Last week I promised we would get into Trouble this Music Monday. What better way to do that than with the Triple Trouble girls from my Red Letters series? It’s my current work in progress, and they love music as much as I do, some more than others, but all credits due where they belong.

(Trouble- Elvis Presley)

These girls have all been let loose on Twitter lately, and for some, it was regular marketing or at least keeping one’s nose clean. However, everyone has that one friend…

“Oh! Here!” Bounces about “That’s me, I own it! I know I am in SO much Trouble for answering Nira everywhere!” Bebe giggles, full of more energy than the other two combined. “Got the man’s attention, and I can not wait to see what happens since it’s been about a month since I last got to play with him. He’s probably built something out of chains and swings and…”

Tweety neatly steps in, a cupcake protecting potential ears from hearing too much. “You need to come with a warning.”

Malta cackles in her tea “She’s righ’ you know, NSFW you are.”

“But Nira loves it when I…”

“A little help Malta?” Tweet trying her best to cover over Bebe’s mouth, even if she is not normally the type to physically censor anyone other than her close trusted friends. Then again, she was running low on cupcakes, and too much sugar might be the worst thing to do here.

(Trouble- Neon Jungle)

“Malta!”

“Wot? You asked faw ’elp duck, figured me favawi’e song would cover ’he rest, she’s go’ a gif’ faw gab, she does.”

Tweety giggled, as Malta had pulled out a scarf from one of the many pockets inside her old-timey dress. Winding it around Bebe’s mouth, Malta muffled the potential for further foul mouthing to ruin a perfectly good conversation.

“Trouble though? Are you preparing for something? I heard you were asked some tough questions about marriage and kids… Does Frost know?”

Malta danced about so fast she forgot to finish tying up one loudmouth in favor of trying to hush the gossip. “You off yer Bacon Rind? Shut yer North and South!”

“NI-ra!”

(Trouble- Cage for the Elephants)

“Like I would ever out you Malta, really… You know my secrets better than most others. I would never do that to you.” Tweet shook her head; clicking closed the cuffs on Bebe’s hands, while Malta adjusted the scarf. “Besides, I had some tough questions of my own. Valentine’s and romance were not easy for me.”

“Sawry duck, i’s  bin so long, and I ‘hough’ you were movin on. I fawge’.”

Bebe shifts around and out of her scarf gag. “Oh, she is moving on indeed. That fellow who you flirt with and don’t ask his name? I’ve seen the cameras, the way you two…”

(Troublemaker- Olly Murs ft Flo Rida)

“Check the cuffs too Malta, you know she has the most training with those.”

Malta ignores Tweet, dancing about long after the song is over. In her trademark style, everything in Malta’s path is more like the path of destruction, including Tweet. Luckily, Tweet had many years of practice with this particular dance partner, knowing when to dodge the extra movements that tend to make other men double over. Then again, other men were always taller than the under 5-foot bunch seen here. Nobody really thought to wear athletic protection in a nightclub. Not until meeting Malta of course.

“You know, guys, I think you should both get another shot at all these questions. It’s not very often we get good questions asked of us.”

Bebe noticed it too, guessing Malta saw it first, the little flicker of warning across the screen. Uh-oh, if Tweets was not over that bloke, well distraction city. Maybe she could get Nira to do something, act up and out with her? Or she could always cake a fine fellow, Tweety liked sweets. Bebe had freed herself about 5 minutes before, but it didn’t suit her to pick on Tweety or make the easily flustered woman blush, until now. Again untangling herself, Bebe hopped up. Neatly freeing Tweety from the many spins Malta put her through, hooking both ladies about the shoulders, as only friends who regularly do such things can. “Enough of all these men we know. How about we go find some men we don’t know? I think there is a bar near some barracks somewhere. What do you say Tweets? One woman USO? I know I could use a good round of drinks before I go home. Malta too, let’s get you liquored up before dealing with the giant Scot.”

Forcing Tweet and Malta to fall into each other, with Malta in charge of keeping them moving forward; Bebe dashed out and hopped around some more. “Girl’s night! Oh, Weekend? Can we have a girl’s weekend?”

Tweety wondered what on earth got into the nutters again, but as long as Bebe no longer wanted to do public displays of anything, outside the bar, she could let it go. Good friends didn’t always question such short attention spans. Looks like she will be out dancing the night(s) away, trying to keep them all out of Trouble.

What was it that the other girls saw? One might find out on Twitter soon enough. And if you missed any February hashtag game tweets, the monthly roundup is Wednesday! (Last song is your hint- leave me guesses?)

(Trouble for Me -Britney Spears)

Next Music Monday may be all about being bad…