Summary:

Marceline, the renowned drug dealer just moved to Ooo in search of more clients and profit. What happens when an old friend resurfaces and sees her in this state? Sugarless Gum AU. Rated T for now

Marceline's gut instinct was never wrong. And by never, that means never ever. But when her gut told her to move from the glorious crimeland that was known as Aaa, she questioned her own obviously insane thoughts. Of course, to move away from Aaa, you'd be most likely moving to Ooo.

Ooo, which was far too different from Aaa, was a clean, nearly utopian city. The city was a bit too clean for Marceline's liking, but she received a tip from one of her closest friends saying that people were paying big cash for drugs in such a drug lockdown city. It was a big risk, but it was one that Marceline was willing to take.

A bright red van pulled into the narrow parking spot behind a large warehouse building. The girl that stepped out was gorgeous. She was tall and lean, with black hair and slightly pointed ears. Her eyes were an interesting gray which could've easily been mistaken for blue. Her glare was intimidating, much like that of an aged lawyer without a friendly grin. Adjusting her gray button up, she walked into the warehouse.

"Good morning Marceline!" The overly cheerful blonde girl yelled at the girl. That was Fionna, the friend that gave Marceline the tip to move to Ooo. She had moved to Ooo a few years back to get out of 'crime city'. The girl was short and cute, much younger than Marceline had thought her to be though. She always kept this interesting little white hat on her head and never took it off no matter what she was wearing. Aside from her shining blonde hair, she had the most gorgeous blue eyes that any human being could possibly possess. Marceline could've sworn that they were fake, but upon further inspection, they were certainly not contact lenses.

Marceline simply smiled at the adorable Fionna, which was enough to cheer her up for hours. Now, this was rare because Marceline wasn't exactly a very smiley person. She was more of a 'back the hell off before I cut you' kind of person. Besides, being a drug dealer who smiles all the time? Who ever heard of that? Obviously not Marceline.

After inspecting the entire warehouse and supervising all of the work that was put in, her 'auto shop' was complete. The auto shop was just a cover for the whole drug business, which surprisingly worked a bit too well. Not only had Marceline never been caught, but she'd even gotten good at fixing and building cars. She thought that she was pretty talented anyways.

"Hey Marcy, I have something I want to show you in a bit. Oh and can I see your wallet?" Marceline handed over the wallet and sighed.

"Alright but what are you showing me?"

A slight smile popped up on Fionna's face as she found the picture in the wallet she was looking for. There were two girls, one obviously being a younger version of Marceline, and one that was much shorter with ridiculously dyed light pink hair. At the bottom of the picture, it was signed , 'Bonni'. Fionna knew that this was what she was looking for.

"It's just a surprise!" Marceline gave her a hard glare.

"Sheesh we're just going for coffee, Marcy!" The blonde huffed and crossed her arms after handing the wallet back.

"Fine, I guess. But if you prank me again I'm going to kick your ass." The blonde laughed and secretly (not so secretly) stole Marceline's keys and ran out to the front of the auto shop.

"Don't you dare touch my car!" Marceline bolted behind the blonde and tackled her onto the ground. This car was Marceline's baby. It was the first car that Marceline had ever worked on in her so called 'auto shop.' The old black muscle car looked so clean and sleek that it could've been fresh off the line.

"Fine! But can we go soon? My favorite worker gets off in an hour. She knows all the coffees I like by heart and she's so sweet." She pulled herself into the leather passenger seat of the car and handed Marceline her keys back.

"Thank you." There was a bit of sarcasm in that statement but the girl deserved it anyways.

The car ride was long. The warehouse was quite far from the little coffee shop that was tucked in between two, much taller, buildings. Marceline parked the car in a nearby parking lot and walked Fionna to the door.

This area was certainly different from Aaa. All the buildings here were more modern and the tall glass buildings towered over the somewhat busy street. This was much unlike Aaa, where the majority of buildings looked like they'd been through a giant paper shredder and back.

A small swoosh came from the door followed by a small ring from the bell placed above it. Marceline noticed how Fionna instantly smiled at the girl that was busy scribbling away at receipts that were laid all across the sleek marble counter. The girl's dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun with bits of hair hanging in front of her ears. Marceline couldn't even see her face, but she still looked cute.

It wasn't until Fionna practically dashed across the coffee shop and hugged the girl across the counter that Marceline saw the girl's face.

'Okay not cute. Definitely not cute. She's smoking hot.'

After Marceline's few jealous seconds of waiting behind Fionna, the girl with the dark brown hair finally pulled away from Fionna to look at Marceline. Her smile was just incredible, two rows of amazingly straight and white teeth. She was as perfect as perfect could be, and the next sentence that Fionna said made that amount of perfect seem so significant.

"Marceline, this is Bonnibel."

The two girls just stared at each other in shock.