Chapter 2

Fionna's POV

I woke up in my apartment. The grand reopening of the bar was tomorrow night. I had to get the place restocked and the paint was supposed to be dried by now. Marshal and I comprised on the design of the place and we decided that for it we'd have new furniture and all. His mom was fucking rich as hell so that would be easy to pay for the furniture as long as she got drinks free on Friday nights. So the walls were a soft purple color and the flooring still hardwood but made of mahogany instead, the tables were the same. The bar itself was in the center, the building was extended and was made bigger now, holding a stage and places for dancing. There were also a couple private rooms on a second floor Marshal so graciously added with out my knowledge. All I had to do was keep the bar going and keep things running smoothly.

I stood carefully and showered quickly before walking back into my bedroom seeing Cake. She sat on my bed folding her arms. "I heard you got a new job." she said calmly and I nodded shrugging.

"Yeah." I said before walking to my dresser and pulled out a button down shirt and blue jeans with a bra and pair of lace underwear. She sighed as I stood behind the changing wall I had in my room. I got dressed as she spoke.

"I can't believe you're working at the bar. I mean, I get that you rented the place for Bmo. But I didn't think you were going to be working the place. What happens if you don't bring in any business?!" She yelled at me as I clipped the bra on.

"Then I'll be a hooker." I said annoyed. "Cake if it comes down to if we get bankrupt, then I'll deal with that when it happens." I said coming out from behind the changing wall. She was glaring daggers at me. "I'm an adult now, Cake." I said and she glared more. I rolled my eyes and walked to my tiny kitchen. I made a pot of hot cocoa. "Give me some fucking trust." I said looking at her while I was eating a red velvet pop tart. She sighed looking at me.

"I know sugar, but really. I can't believe that you're working with a man you just met." She said.

"It's a business relationship, Cake. I can still kick his ass if he hurts me. I need the extra money anyhow so it's alright." I said and she held her head. I poked her head. "Shit Cake, I'm 21 and I haven't even had sex yet. Be happy about that atleast. I'm a woman though, I can do what I want." I said before pouring the mug of hot cocoa.

"I know baby. Just work with me on this. I don't trust that boy. Try going back out with FP again, or ask Bubba." She offered.

"I'm not doing this for a relationship okay, Cake?" I took a drink of my hot cocoa looking at her. "It's a better job than I had. Just trust me." I said before setting my mug down. Cake held her head.

"Okay, fine. But if he fucks you don't come to me." She said and stormed out. I was confused. What the hell? I sighed finishing the mug hearing my cell ring. I blinked a little confused and I answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Marshal. Can you meet me at the bar in about say 10 minutes?" He asked.

"Um, sure? I'm on my way." I said before hanging up and walked to my bedroom putting my black sneakers on. I walked out of my home and down the street to the bar. I unlocked the door and saw Marshal at the bar, beaten and bruised. "Holy shit!" I yelled running to him and I looked at him confused. "What did you do? What happened?" I asked him and he groaned.

"Oh you know, asked the wrong guy the wrong question." He said and Pulled him up stairs to my office. I laid him on the couch I had in there and I took his shirt of blushing brightly looking at his chest seeing how beat up it was. I sighed and grabbed the first aid cleaning up the blood seeing the cuts were small. I sighed in relief wrapping them so they wouldn't get infected.

"They delivery guy will be here soon. I need to make sure I sign the shipment." I said holding my head. "Stay here." I told him walking down the stairs hearing the truck. I watched as the delivery man walked over to me having me sign the papers and he moved the crates of liquor to the back to be unpacked later today.

"Have a good day ma'am." Was all the man said before leaving me alone. I walked back up the stairs seeing Marshal basically naked. I turned quickly.

"Um, Marshal?" I asked him and I heard a quick rustling of clothing.

"Sorry." He said. I turned seeing him fix his shirt. "Not really a good way to ask a girl on a date huh?" He said nervously. I blinked. "So, would you want to go on a date?" He asked and I blushed nodding.

"Um, S-sure." I said turning my head a little then smirked. "If you put the drinks behind the counter. Vodka, Rum and all the drinks away so I can find them." I teased and he chuckled.

"Fine." He said smiling and walked over to me before kissing my forehead. "Thanks for cleaning me up." He said and I nodded smiling a bit before sitting down and began working on the paperwork for opening the bar. I had sent out emails to anyone and everyone I knew, posted shit on Facebook as well as fucking Twitter and MySpace. Hopefully the opening night would be a good turn out. It'd be nice to have a good turn out. I smiled at the thought, thinking about the people coming in and drinking and having fun. Plus with Marshal's idea to add a comforting atmosphere to the area, as well as a dance floor with stage meaning we could get some dancing around here. I was really excited or this, but how much of my time would it take I wondered. I wasn't too worried, as long as I had the chance to be my own person.

Cake wouldn't approve, but I didn't approve of Mocro until after a year of them dating because he introduced me to Iggy and Brian. I also called them Flame Prince and Prince Gumball. It was cool of him, so I approved. Cake would get used to the idea I could run my own bar soon enough. She'd better atleast.

I looked at my computer getting an email from Marshal's uncle. I remembered the bar night. He said Marshal would be just 21, but Marshal told me he was 23. That struck me as a little odd. I thought a moment and decided to make sure that they both weren't lying and see which one was right. I typed his name into the computer seeing that Marshal Lee Abadeer was born in October on the 31, which would make him 23 in a month. I smirked a little seeing that he was really 22. They both lied a little but he was legal to work here. I smirked, wondering why he tried to make me think he was a full two years older than myself. I thought a second, I'd be turning 22 this coming December. He was only a year and a month older than myself. I blushed wondering what that meant.

It probably didn't mean anything considering the fact it would only be one date, or so I was thinking.

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