A/N - Bros are bros are bros. A bro of mine had my mind churning on a fun idea between these two parings, and since Shy is easily entertained and instantly interested when a good idea happens to land on her lap, I decided to have a fun little beta version of an storyline that might or might not go places.

Now, if you glance left you will awkwardly notice that this so happens to be my first pairing story that is outside the confines of Naruto and three particular characters with one common charachter denominator. (Tayuya/Sakura PLUS Ino)

Now quickly glance right and take note that I'm terrible at updading or keeping up with stories and have an attention span of a snail.

NOW LOOK LEFT AND RIGHT AGAIN. QUICK.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own... Adventure Time. This is getting weirder and weirder.

Featuring band that is rocking your world - Bring Me The Horizon

My head nodded to the music as I sipped my beer, a small smile starting to curl my lips. There was nothing better in this lifetime, or the next, than rock music that you could feel in your chest. Eyes closing, I took in the heavy guitar with the bass thrumming my ribcage, vocals practically stealing my breath away. Then slowly my lips parted and I began mumbling along like I always did at the same part.

If there was any type of perfection in the world, this song had to be one of very few that existed.

When the guitar break began to scream throughout the ceiling, I opened my eyes. The scene was the same, and hardly changed over the years I had been wandering over. It was dark, shady, almost in an 'I'm uncomfortable, let's go dive into a well-lit area before we get mugged' sort of way. But when you got past the uneasy people who lounged around on the different sofas and tables, and the very scary bartender who was covered head to toe with tattoos and black hair that looked as if it came from the pit of hell itself, the place was beyond comfortable.

It was home.

The bartender caught my eyes and gave me a lazy smile, nodding towards me in a silent question on if he should grab me another drink. I shrugged and smiled when he winked, already moving for my fifth one of the night. Catching the bottle that he expertly slid down the bar table, I grinned in gratitude. He waved me off and I found myself hopping out of my seat with intentions of moving closer towards the stage.

The trick about this place was to see past the whole uncomfortable vibe it gave off. It was a front, a disguise to keep the unwanted out. Only those who understood were welcome here and remarkably not very many people did.

"Um, uh, excuse me."

I blinked and glanced over with a raised eyebrow, the squeaky nervous voice catching my attention. A girl in her pink hoodie sat alone at a table for two, nervously skittering her hand up towards the waitress who seemed far too busy with cleaning up a table to pay her any mind. The way she chewed her lip made it obvious that she didn't want to disturb the woman, but how she continued to press forward made it seem as if she were desperate enough to keep trying.

I walked over, extra beer in tow while weaving through the few who chattered away in a couple of chairs. Placing the bottle down on her table, I glanced over my shoulder and called, "Hey Martha, this girl would like a drink."

Martha, who was bent over the table wiping it down leisurely, stood up and looked over. Catching my eye, she smiled and said, "Oh, another beer sweety? Right on it?"

"Oh no," the squeaky girl began, but huffed out a breath in defeat when Martha had already shuffled away to oblige with misunderstood order. Sighing, she ran her hand through her oddly pink shade of hair and glanced up at me. A halfhearted smile pulled at her lips as she muttered, "Well thanks, I guess."

Giving her a sympathetic smile of my own, I sat down in the empty chair that and confessed, "Sorry about that. She's always a bit scatter brained, that or maybe deaf from all this music."

"I guess it's better than dying of thirst," the girl joked before adding with a bit of a frown, "Even though alcohol tends to dehydrate you ten times over."

A snorted, "Yeah but we can't deny how good it tastes."

"In an acquired sort of way, I suppose," she replied indifferently, examining the unopened beer that was on the table as if it interested her.

I watched her curiously for a moment before asking, "And is beer something you acquired a taste for?"

She glanced up at and smiled, "As terrible as it is to admit, I have to say I've more than acquired the taste for it."

A small smile pulled at my lips in amusement as I watched her eyes fall back to the bottle between us. Taking a sip of my own beer, I asked, "So are you lost?"

"Excuse me?" She asked, confused.

"Well, no offense but you don't look the most comfortable here," I explained, leaning back in my chair, "Did a friend drag you along to this place?"

Visibly uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed, she confessed, "Well I came here tonight trying to broaden my horizon with music but… I'm beginning to think this isn't for me."

Suddenly I laughed, choking on the beer I had taken a sip of. She gave me a questioning look, but I coughed out, "That was a good one."

"Sorry… I don't know what you mean?" She said slowly in confusion.

I blinked and pointed towards the stage, "You came to broaden your horizon, the band who sings this song is Bring me the Horizon… you didn't plan that joke?"

A gradual smile pulled at her lips as she began to connect the dots. Even going as far as laughing a bit, she admitted, "No. Can't say I'm as clever as you think I am."

"Here you go sweety, another beer," Martha said as she walked over and placed the beer on the table.

The girl smile, looking sincerely grateful, "Thank you so much."

Seemingly touched by the heartfelt gratitude, Martha brightened and smiled, "No prob, darling. Just shout if you need me."

My eyes ran with Martha as she walked off, a little pep to her step. Glancing back at the pink haired girl as she opened the beer with a familiar snap of refreshing fizz, I commented, "Oh, she likes you. If you're aiming for free drinks, you're half way there because she's a sucker for good manners."

"Too bad I probably won't be back," the girl replied while taking a sip of her bottle.

I leaned back in my chair again, "So you never told me what friend left you in the dust."

"Is this your clever way in deducing if I was hung dry by a boyfriend you assume I have?" The girl asked with a raise of her eyebrow, smiling only slightly at my obvious stumble of words, "To answer your unskillfully shaded question, no I came here alone. I'm a music enthusiast."

My mouth opened slightly, caught off guard at being called out so bluntly. It wasn't like I was actually prying about it, but the look she was giving me had almost made me embaressed at being caught for something I was wrongfully accused of. Forcing myself to stop looking like a complete idiot, I stumbled out in a chopped sort of way, "No, I was just-"

A smirk slipped her lips, and I realized then I was being toyed with. Sighing out a smile, I looked away and laughed, "Whatever. Well that's interesting I guess; music enthusiasts huh? So, what, you explore the different genres or something?"

"Kind of," she began, leisurely, taking a sip of her beer but not explaining any further.

Something about her vague answer had sparked a bit of interest in me. I watched her silently, trying to figure her out but coming up with a blank. She looked like any other prissy girl that strolled the streets, sprinkles of pink here and there. Her matching pink hair could have her mistaken as punk, but learning about her taste in music stamped out that idea.

"Is your hair naturally that color?" I asked without thinking.

"And if it was?" She countered with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"I never caught your name," I went on, deciding to forget about the question.

"I don't remember you ever requesting it," she replied while analyzing her beer bottle again. Her eyes were captured, as if every little bubble held some sort of secret.

"Well," I began a bit slowly, unsure if I was holding her trickling attention span, "What's your name?"

"I also don't remember agreeing that I would give it to you," she muttered in a distracted sort of way, eyeing a particular fizz that wiggled it's way to the top of the beerline.

"Right," I said, watching her while scooting back in my chair slowly, "Whatever. I hope your taste in music changes."

"I doubt it will," she said with an uninterested shrug, not looking as enthused to attempt such a task and much more eager to figure out whatever secrets the bubbles hidden in them.

Yeah well, I was growing bored myself. My attention was captured else where, like the cute red head in the corner that had kept glancing my way. When she caught my eyes, she smiled. I found myself giving up a small curve of my lips as I tucked my chair back under the table.

"Oh," the weird girl said in surprise, causing my eyes to slide back to hers. She blinked, looking curiously at me, "Leaving already?"

"Uh," I began, eyeswarndering back to the red head as I went on, "You seem busy, I'll leave you to your thoughts."

"Busy with what?" She asked, completely confused. Then before I could answer, she continued, "I mean, I was talking to you if that's what you're talking about. And I will admit that my thoughts were on this prickling question that had me a tad distracted- but don't worry, I concluded that the answer was no so we can both rest easy."

Eyebrows scrunching together, I replied, "That's good, I guess, but I really should-"

"Are you getting another beer?" She asked, completely ignoring- or maybe honestly oblivious- to my attempts to escape, "Can you grab me one too?"

"I already gave you my spare," I pointed out, getting annoyed, "Do you really need another?"

"This one is for me?" She asked with a surprise point at the extra bottle on the table. A split second later a smile swept her face that had my thoughts of leaving stuttering to a halt. Just as quickly though, her smiled flattered and she rushed, "Oh well, you should totally grab another beer anyway so we can have an even number at the table. Odd numbers kinda wig me out."

She was completely weird and was giving me these hard to ignore vibes that I should possibly run in the other direction, but I couldn't help but snorting out a laugh. Smiling slightly, I echoed, "Wig you out?"

"Yeah, their pretty gross. Like ew, why even? Go away." She went on explaining, probably missing the fact that I was teasing her.

I glanced at the red head again who gave me another smile, obviously interested and obviously waiting; and I was such a sucker for red hair.

"If you get another," weird girl added, interrupting my growing inappropriate thoughts, "Which I am willing to beg for simply for the sake of my sanity, can you tell Martha that I'm in love with this strawberry beer she gave me. I mean, she probably gave it to me because of my pink hair as some sort of joke, but the joke was a total success."

My eyes were pulled back to her and I watched as she tucked a bang of her pink hair behind her ears, the rest tugged together in a messy ponytail. She was glancing at the stage, cringing at the lead singer who was screaming a part of the song. It was obvious she didn't belong here, and any of the blind could tell she hated the music, added on to the fact that she was the polar opposite of me, I couldn't put together why I had this small thought of sticking around.

Despite myself, I asked once more, "What is your name?"

Her eyes slipped back up to mine and with a smile that softly complimented her lips, she answered, "Bonnibel. Bonnibel Bubblegum."

More proof that I should have kept walking, even her name seemed to have a dash of pink. No sane reason came to mind as to why I should stick around, and I was trying like hell to find it within me to just leave. Yet… with a snicker I admitted, "That's a weird name, but mine is Marceline."

"Pleasure to meet you, Marceline," she said sincerely, but then stressed right after, "So about that beer…"

"I'll grab another strawberry one," I replied while placing my current half bottle down on the table. She beamed at me and I gave a half smile of my own, "Who knows, maybe it could be as delicious as you say."

"It is," she promised, and for a moment I believed her.

Too bad I didn't get to taste the damn thing, stupid girl ended up talking her way into having that one as well. But with the more she drank and chattered, the longer I found myself lingering, and soon after the bar closed kicking us both out. I'd never admit that she drunk me under the table, not to her face anyway, and I can't say I that I was expecting some sort of reward after all the effort I put into pretending to all her science mobojumbo. But. I guess the only thing I could shamelessly confess is that I was happy to get her number.

And possibly smiled a bit as I fiddled with that dumb scrape piece of paper with that even more stupid name scribbled on it.

Bonnibel. Bonnibel Bubblegum.

(1) - I kept the songs pretty broad in this chapter to get the feel of the rock club, but I mostly ended up listening to BMTH the whole time so yea.

It's cutesy right? A nice little start off and I can totally see them getting along. I was really itching to change the names and make it a Tayuya Ino flick, but I decided to keep the characters as this cuz the story idea and personalities kinda match the characters perfectly. Even as I post this, I really am scratching to tweak it a bit and put it in my comfort zone, but com'on. I'm a sailor now doing sailor things and seeing awesome new sailor sights.

If I can make it this far out of my comfort zone, surely I can fiddle with the idea of not writing a Naruto fic.

Shycadet says hello to this new fandom. Awk hugs everyone. Out.