Pacifica listlessly played with her phone, music playing in her ears to cover up the sounds of the general chatter a floor beneath her. It was the annual gala at her mansion, and, for the fourth year in a row, she was grounded in her room. Save the lives of some of the world's most influential people, and you're banned from a party because a bunch of "commoners" messed up the fork angles. It didn't really matter, she supposed. She had long since stopped seeing eye-to-eye with her parents, and quite frankly, the party would have been lame anyway.

As her phone was transitioning songs, however, she started hearing screaming from the floor below. She immediately sat up. Was the ghost back? Or was it another equally-vengeful ghost? That was very possible. She dashed to the door, ready to help people if need be, when a sharp, furious rapping came from behind her. She turned around to see Mabel Pines frantically knocking on her window, smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Pacifica! Can you see me?! I'm here! I'm at your window! Open the window! Pacifica! Pacifica!"

Pacifca stood still, both to recover from the sight of seeing her girlfriend a solid thirty feet higher than she should be, and to see just how long Mabel would keep it up. After a solid five minutes of Mabel informing her where she was, Pacifica decided that it was probably cold out there. She opened the window, and Mabel effortlessly climbed into the room.

"Didja see me?" she asked excitedly, putting "Ol' Grapply" on her bedside table. Pacifica did her best to ignore how disgusting that thing probably was at this point.

"Mabel, you do know how windows work, right?" Pacifica asked. That was a dumb question, but you could never be quite sure with Mabel Pines.

"Of course I do!" Mabel laughed. "I mean, I didn't when I was younger, but nowadays I just do it because I think it's hilarious."

Pacifica sighed. Figured. "Well, I'm glad you're here. There's something we should deal with downstairs, so-"

"Oh don't worry, Dipper's got it it covered."

"What do you mean Dipper's got it- Wait," Pacifica narrowed her eyes. "What did you two do?"

"We certainly didn't convince an army of gnomes to help us break into your mansion, if that's what you're implying."

Pacifica's jaw dropped. "Mabel, please tell me there aren't a bunch of gnomes running around the foyer right now."

"Foyer," Mabel mused. "That's such a fun word. Foyer."

"Mabel!"

"It's so boooorriing today!" Mabel whined, plopping down onto Pacifica's bed. "And today was the day of the party, so I asked Dipper for some help, and here we are! Now everyone's happy!"

Pacifica rubbed her temples. "Using an army of fantastical creatures to break into someone else's house is never acceptable, no matter how bored you are. You two are completely insane," she said, joining Mabel on the bed regardless.

Mabel sat up. "Yeah? You know what else is insane… -ly fun?"

"What?" Pacifica asked.

"Tickle fights!" she squealed, tackling Pacifica to the bed.

Pacifica didn't consider herself a very ticklish person, but her girlfriend also took tickle fights alarmingly seriously. Pacifica couldn't help squealing with laughter as Mabel mercilessly tickled her ribs, simultaneously maintaining some sort of wrestling hold on her so she couldn't escape. After a few minutes of Mabel's unending reign, Pacifica decided that she actually needed a breath. She tapped Mabel's shoulder twice, and she immediately relented. Pacifica sat back up again, wheezing a little bit. "Going to need a break from tickle fights for a bit."

"That's cool. I can think of something else we can do besides tickle fights," Mabel said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Pacifica laughed and bopped her on the head. "No. Bad Mabel. We are not doing it when someone could come check up on me."

Mabel gave her an admittedly adorable pouty face, but as the responsible one in the relationship, Pacifica resisted. "You can go down and join the party if you like," Pacifica offered. "I'm sure there's still some of the chocolate fondue left for you to devour."

Mabel stared at her with a weird look. "What?" Pacifica demanded.

"You are so cute sometimes!"

This was probably the most surprising statement of the night for Pacifica. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't come here 'cuz I wanted to go to a fancy party, stupid! I came 'cuz I wanted to hang out with you! That's way funner than any party."

Pacifica decided to stare out the window at that point. "Shut up. I'm not the stupid one."

"Awww, are you blushing? I wanna see!"

"No!" she denied, keeping her face away from Mabel's view.

"If you're not going to face me, that just means I get to braid your hair," Mabel sang.

Pacifica sighed. She just couldn't win. Her stupid, adorable, tickle-fighting, hair-braiding girlfriend was too much for her. But, quite frankly, she wouldn't have it any other way.