*I do not own adventure time or any of its characters.
-Fionna's P.O.V-
I'm jolted awake by the rude and sudden slam of a door. My initial panic subsides into annoyance as I look over at the alarm clock. 5 AM. Seriously? This is why I moved out of my sister's house when I graduated with my degree, I'm not fond of sudden loud noises while I sleep. Kate (my older sister) liked to pull pranks on me while I slept. I start to giggle at the memory despite my annoyance at my rude neighbours, more awake and beginning to feel semi-conscious. I am stricken with giddy happiness as I remember my big day today- an interview with one of the most prestigious law firms in the state. AA&A is very exclusive, and getting an interview for a paralegal position was like pulling teeth. Too excited to go to sleep, I decide to get up and start getting ready for my interview at 8. I stumble into the bathroom to brush out my long blonde rats nest, and I assess myself in the mirror. Sharp powder blue eyes stare back at me, adorned by a lovely tumbleweed of long blonde hair falling all the way down to my hips. I sigh and start brushing out my hair. Good thing I woke up early, because this is going to take at least an hour to tame.
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it's approaching 7:30 as I finish applying the swipe of mascara to my long lashes. I take a moment to check myself over, I decided to wear a baby blue knee length dress with long sleeves and a halter neckline. I let my hair down and it falls around my face all the way down to my hips, framing my body nicely. Straightening it was a good decision. I slip on my white pumps and head out the door, ready to take on my interview.
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As I drive up to the massive building my nerves begin to eat holes into my stomach. I consider myself a reasonably confident woman, but this interview has got me feeling like a 14 year old girl on her first day of high school. I'm playing with the big kids now, and to be honest, I'm not sure I'm completely ready. I call Kate, and she wishes me good luck while I'm waiting in the elevator for the 25th floor. Upon entering the extremely modern and quite beautiful office, I am greeted with two stunning faces in sharp red dresses which does not help my rapidly nosediving self-confidence. "H-Hi my name is Fionna Mertens, I, um, have an interview with, um, Mr. Abadeer, regarding a paralegal position?" I manage to sputter out despite my frozen brain. Smooth, Fionna. The icy-platinum blonde flashes me a mega-watt bright smile and directs me to a plush red leather seat in the waiting area, obviously wondering if I'm mentally competent. Another girl with long raven black hair approaches me and introduces herself as Marceline. She asks if I would like some refreshments. I politely decline, and she saunters back over to her side of the long marble desk. I nervously smooth my long blonde hair and idly wonder if the red dress is a uniform for all of the female employees. How strange would that be? I find myself giggling like a child when icy blonde answers the phone and has a short conversation before she calls my name and informs me that Mr. Abadeer is ready to see me.
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I walk down the narrow hallway towards the large mahogany door with "M. Abadeer, P.A." on a shiny gold nameplate on the front. I quickly run my hands through my hair and smooth my dress down, hoping I look presentable. "Come in." I hear a surprisingly attractive male voice call through the door. How did he know I was standing here? The thought gives me butterflies. I quickly turn the doorknob and make an attempt to walk through the doorway, however my footing is cruelly inaccurate as I fall on my knees in the doorway. To my intense surprise, I feel a strong hand grasp mine and help me up. Mortified, I quickly dust myself off, apologize profusely, clear my throat, and slowly gaze up at Mr. Abadeer, hoping he doesn't fire me before I'm hired. What I see is not disappointing in the slightest, and I take a minute to drink in his appearance. Dressed in a sharp charcoal suit and a red tie to coordinate with his soft raven black hair and deep red eyes, he is definitely a fine specimen to behold. I notice that he appears to be observing me as well, and a warm wave of pleasure washes through me. Thank god I wore makeup today. As im studying him, I notice that the most intriguing thing about him is his apparent young age. He can't be over thirty, and for a second I feel like the inferior young person in the room. I'm stupefied for a moment, however I regain my bearings and walk over to his lavish desk and seat myself across from him. "Ms. Fionna, I presume?" his voice washes over me and immediately I calm down. "Yes sir. A pleasure to meet you." I smile at him warmly, grateful he hasn't brought up my embarrassing entrance, and he smiles back. "Shall we get started with your interview then?" "That would be wonderful."
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As he's asking me questions I can't help but notice the way he looks at me, like he knows something I don't. Maybe he's being coy to intimidate me? Well it's working. I surprisingly am able to answer all of his questions to a point where I don't sound mentally handicapped, which is a major win for me in the state of mortification from my clumsy fall in the doorway that I'm in. I'm surprised at how witty and charming he is. I notice that he has a rather dry sense of humor, and I immediately like him. As our interview draws to a close, I can't fight off the upwelling of impending despair that our interview is ending so soon. "Now tell me Ms. Fionna, are you currently in any romantic relationships?" I flush crimson and he immediately assures me that the information is only used to build a profile for me in the firms database. "No, Mr. Abadeer, I'm not." I catch a glimpse of something in his eyes before he informs me that our interview is over. I rise from my seat and surprisingly he mirrors my actions. We walk down the hallway to the reception desk in silence, and as we make our way to the elevator I can't help but notice that icy blonde receptionist is glaring at me. I pale and immediately im hit with a pang of anxiety. I don't even work here yet and im already getting a death glare. As we're waiting for the elevator I turn to the side to thank Mr. Abadeer for the interview. "It's been a pleasure, Fionna. And please, call me Marshall." He responds softly. "Sure thing, Marshall." I emphasize his name and he chuckles softly. Ding! The elevator has arrived. I walk in and turn around to face him. He stands there, staring at me. I stare back and as the elevator is closing he smiles at me, and I smile back. When the doors close I finally let my shoulders sag and slump back onto the elevator wall. What the hell? Do I like my potential future boss? Does he like ME? Probably not. My head is spinning as I exit the elevator into the parking garage.
Later that night I find myself at my favorite nightclub, "The Treehouse", with my best friend Brian, to celebrate my…er...Successful interview with Mr. Abadeer... I mean Marshall. It feels weird saying his first name, and I start to wonder if he is on a first name basis with all of his employees. My mind flashes back to the red dress cult of receptionists, and it makes me uneasy for some reason. Maybe he's only considering me for a position because he thinks I'm attractive? The thought depresses me. Then again, he doesn't have any unattractive people in his office, from what I've seen. Brian and I order some drinks while we wait for our friend Leila to arrive. I decide to strike up some conversation to distract me from my wayward thoughts. "Brian, dude, I cannot believe you accepted Leila's dare to dye your hair pink. You look like you should be in the gay bar across the street" I laugh out loud and his face turns almost as pink as his hair. Almost. "Oh my god. Fionna I swear if you bring up my hair one more time-" Brian is interrupted mid-sentence by the Leila's shrill voice screaming over the thumping music. "Heyyyyy bitches! Its ya girl! Fi, look at this new highlight I bought today, I'm def killing it right now. Oooooo girl you look smoking hot too! That black dress is fire!" She gushes to me and I can't help but laugh. She may have the attention span of a chicken, but she is entertaining. I look down at my mid-thigh length long sleeved black lace dress, and I have to admit I do look pretty hot right now, much to my surprise and pleasure. "Hello, Leila. You look decent this evening." Brian is still mad about his fruity new do apparently, because his greeting is coated with sarcasm. "Good evening to you as well sire, I must admit, your exotic new hairstyle is most attention-grabbing. What inspired you to go with such an... expressive color?" I can't help but snicker at this, much to Brian's dismay. Leila and I have suspected Brian was gay since the dawn of time, and it never gets old teasing him for it. "Your cosmopolitan, ma'am." A waitress sets a drink down in front of me. Confused, I tell her that I didn't order a cosmopolitan, and that there must have been a mistake. "Well, someone must have their eyes on you then. Don't worry, the drink was mixed right in front of me. No funny business" she smiles reassuringly at me when she sees my bewildered expression. She walks away and I take a nervous sip of my drink, pointedly ignoring Leila's relentless chattering on who she suspects my secret admirer might be. I scan the room anxiously, but to my relief and disappointment, no one is looking my way. "FIONNA WE HAVE TO GO DANCE! MAYBE WE CAN FIND YOUR SECRET LOVER!" Leila shouts at me as she's dragging me onto the dance floor. Part of me hopes we don't find him, or her, but another part of me is anxious to know. I involuntarily smile as we arrive on the dancefloor
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Leila is wiggling her hips to the pulsing beat in a VERY provocative way, and I can't help but admire her bravery. It's probably just her being her shallow self, but whatever. I start to nervously shimmy with her and she encourages me with a big smile and a conspicuous wink, which makes me laugh. Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I look wildly over at Leila, who has stopped dancing and it staring wide eyed at someone behind me. Oh god. I slowly turn around and see familiar dark red eyes and soft raven hair. "..Marshall?" I internally cringe at myself for using his first name too soon, and pray it doesn't offend him. "Haha hey Fionna, so funny seeing you here, you come here often?" he nonchalantly asks me. Im too stunned to answer at this point, but I eventually regain my composure and answer him. I notice what he's wearing, and how it contrasts starkly with his business attire. A plaid red flannel, black ripped skinny jeans, and grey converse shoes. Not going to lie, he pulls off the look well. He actually looks his age for once. We carry on with the Smalltalk for a good minute, and I begin to wonder if he's the one who sent me the Cosmo. The sound of his voice pulls me out of my reverie. "wanna go for a dance?" he asks politely and smiles this adorable crooked smile that melts my heart guts into the dance floor. "Sure!" I answer a little too fast, earning a chuckle from Marshall. Play it cool, Fi! I internally kick myself as I'm following Marshall deeper into the mob of sweaty people grinding on each other. Oh god, am I going to grind on Marshall? He's my potential future boss! Are we just going to stand there? What if he thinks I'm awkward and doesn't hire me? My subconscious is reeling with anxiety. Luckily for me, he decides to lead me back to his table, and for a second I wonder where Brian is. The thought is immediately shoved into the back of my mind when I spot a half empty cosmopolitan on the table. He sent the drink! I flush with pleasure and he shoots me a knowing look as I sit across from him. I decide to bring it up to strike up some conversation. "So... I received a drink from an anonymous club patron this evening, and I'm having trouble finding the culprit." I say jokingly. "Whoever could this poor man be? He must have his eyes on you." He smirks at me devilishly and my heart rate spikes. Be cool, be cool, I chant this mantra in my head repeatedly. We settle into a conversation about music that we like, and I can't help but notice how witty he is. He has kind of a bad boy aura about him, and it makes me feel all funny.
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7 shots of patron and hours of talking later, I look up at the clock on the wall and see that its 4 AM. "Wowww it is getting SO late!" I slur out and I hear him laugh. "Yes Fionna, you've said that three times now." He smiles at me with amusement. What? Three times? Wow. I must be really drunk. "Welllll I'm goonna go find um… Brian and the other one since they are gonna take me home, like a taxi" I giggle uncontrollably and make an attempt to stand up. As I stand the world spins and my vision goes black. After a wobbly minute of vertigo I regain my senses and excuse myself. Marshall assesses me with an amused expression, and I make my way back to the table and I see that it's vacant. Where are they? Did they leave without me? I am so confused. The thought depresses my drunk mind and I walk back over to Marshall's table. He sees my crestfallen face and he immediately understands. "Would you like a ride home? I'm not drunk." He offers with a sympathetic look on his face and I decline at first, but he insists and I reluctantly accept. How embarrassing. As were walking out of the treehouse I promise to myself that I'll never get this drunk again. He wordlessly takes my hand, and we walk over to his car. The crisp cold Seattle air sobers me up, and I immediately apologize for my irresponsible behavior. "Fionna, stop. It's really alright. I actually had a lot of fun with you, and I like irresponsible behavior..." was I imagining the double meaning in his words? Maybe I'm more drunk then I thought. I can't think of what to say, so I just say "radical" and he laughs loudly at my response. His laugh makes me feel all weird, and honestly I think I blacked out from then on, because I don't remember anything after that.