Hey, it's me again. Here's another fanfic.
Marshall's POV
Setting: Marshall's house
"Got any 3's?" I asked. "Nope." Gumball answered, "Go fish." "Ugh, this game sucks." I complain as I throw my cards on the table, "I'm thirsty, how 'bout you?" "Yeah, I'm thirsty, too." Gumball answered. I stood up and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge. "Want some wine?" I suggested. "What?" Gumball asked. "Wine," I repeated, "Do you want some?" "What is wine?" Gumball asked. "Well, it's a type of drink and it comes in different flavors." I answered. "What flavor do you have?" Gumball asked. "Grape." I answered. "Give me some." Gumball said, eagerly. I poured a glass of wine and gave it to Gumball. He took a sip and told me, "Mmm. This is actually good." "I know." I said, "Look, it's getting late. You should go home." "Ok." Gumball said, "Quick question. Can I keep the jug of wine?" "Sure." I answered, "What's the worst that could happen?" "Thank you." Gumball thanked and he went off.