Fionna used her index finger to trace the lip of her beer bottle. She sighed, wondering what life would've been like if she hadn't caught Bubba and that girl. Or if she had simply handled it better, been calmer, more rational. But Fionna had always been an 'act now, think later' type of girl. And that personality trait had gotten her into trouble more times than not.
"Hey, mind if I sit with you?" A male voice said. Fionna looked up to find a tall boy, maybe her age if not younger. He had inky black hair, white skin and warm, almost-black brown eyes. When she doesn't say anything for a few beats, he smiles.
"I'm Marshall Lee." He says and holds a hand towards the blonde in the booth.
"Fionna." She says slowly, hesitantly shaking his hand. After they shake, she nods to the seat in front of her.
"You can sit if you want." He accepts her offer.
They sit in silence for a bit.
"Look, if this is your way of picking up girls, I'm just going to tell you now, I'm not going home with you. I don't do one night stands." Fionna finally says. Marshall Lee just smiles.
"Don't worry, I'm not that guy anymore. You just looked like you might've wanted company." He grins.
"Oh. Thank you, then." Is her only response. Then, she gets an idea.
"Wanna play a game?"
"Depends. What game?" He asks, doubtful.
She thinks for a moment before suggesting: "Truth or Dare?"
"Sure. You first. Truth, or dare?" He asks.
"Um, truth." She answers.
"What's your full name?" He says, without missing a beat.
"Fionna Mertens." She tells him.
"Middle name?"
"Don't have one."
"Everyone has a middle name."
"Not me." He raises his eyebrows at this.
"Not even on official documents and stuff?" He asks in disbelief.
"Nope. Truth or Dare?" Fionna asks, changing the subject.
"Dare." He says. She thinks for a bit, looking around the room, before spotting an old karaoke machine on a slightly risen.
"I dare you to go sing a Britney Spears song." She challenges.
"No problem," Marshall Lee says, brimming with confidence. He walks, no, struts over to the microphone. He chooses a song, then the music starts.
I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too.
And I need to do what I feel like doing.
So let me go and just listen.
All you people look at me like I'm a little girl.
Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.
Always saying little girl don't step into the club.
Well I'm just tryin' to find out why cause dancing's what I love.
The entire bar stops and stares at the black-haired kid singing Britney Spears.
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA) (Do you like it)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH) (This feels good)
I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy.
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.
What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there.
I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it.
At this point, Marshall was really getting into. Maybe too into it.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.
(Lets go)
(Like that)
(You like it)
(Now watch me)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
(Panting)
I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(I just can't help myself)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(I just feel I let myself go)
I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(Wanna see you move)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
He could actually sing pretty well.
(Uh Uh Uh)
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.
I'm a slave for you. (Take that) I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave (It just feels right) for you. (It just feels good)
I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it. (Baby)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
(Panting)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
(Panting)
I'm a slave for you. (Here we go now)
I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. (Here we go) I won't deny it, (Yeah)
I'm not trying to hide it.
(Like that)
Nearly everyone, including Fionna, started clapping. Marshall Lee bowed slightly, then walked back over to her.
"So, What did you think?" He smirked.
See? I told you it'd get lighter! This chapter was a lot of fun to write (mostly because picturing Marshall Lee getting into I'm A Slave 4 U is hilarious), and I hope you enjoy it, too!
Kisses! *mmm-wah!*