Author's Note: I do not own any rights to Adventure Time, as it was created by the fabulous Pendleton Ward. Also, I make no profit whatsoever from publishing this work of fanfiction.

Ok everyone, Chapter 2, here we go! I hope you all enjoyed the first one, even though Marceline hasn't made her appearance yet. I wanted to say that I had a fairly well developed plan for how I wanted to start this story, but none for how I wanted it to progress after a certain point. Thus as time goes forward, updates will be slower as I try to add new material to the story. I know we all love this pairing (my OTP, personally) and we all hate waiting for the stories we follow to update. But be patient with me, and I will do my best not to disappoint. Now let's see how Bonnie is dealing with being set up, shall we?

They didn't...

As Bonnie continued to look into her friends' grinning faces, she knew the answer. They did.

"So..." Bonnie began to step closer to Jake and Rainy so she could speak to them easier over the music. "Singles night, huh? Guys get to meet bachelorettes in the area while we get loose on booze?"

"Yeah. Good thing we picked tonight to go out. How lucky are we?" Jake said with the same grin he'd been holding since they arrived. His spoke like he was halfway between reveling in his and his girlfriend's moment of victory, and hoping the game was still afoot.

"Right. Just so I'm clear, what was the point of this little ploy again?" Bonnie interrogated, letting her irritation show just a little. It was Rainy's turn to chime in.

"Well, you always say you're too busy focusing on school and hanging out with us to go on dates. So we thought...maybe we could help you. You have been single since the end of junior high..." Rainy began to fidget just a little. She could tell the set-up had upset her friend more than Jake was aware.

"Yes, I'm a busy girl, it's true. But I also don't want to date right now. I don't need to be dating someone to be happy with my life." Bonnie gave a heavy sigh, looked away for a moment, and then back at her two friends. They were just trying to help, I suppose. "I know you guys meant well, but I'm not really comfortable in bars. You never know what kinds of people float through here. I'll stay and spend the evening out with you all, but I'm not going to do the singles thing they're throwing, ok?"

Jake and Rainy both nodded, Rainy feeling bad for her deception, and Jake finally understanding that Bonnie wasn't feigning her aggravation. He looked like a dog with its tail between its legs after it has misbehaved. Bonnie knew that she had made her point, and that it was time to forgive and forget. She moved forward to hug the two blondes to show them that there were no hard feelings.

"It's alright, I forgive you both. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go order some crummy, fried bar food."

The night dragged on, and Bonnie spent most of it at a booth talking to Rainy and Jake. She had a nice time after all. She didn't even get hit on, which she appreciated given the false pretenses she was invited under. A little before midnight, Jake and Rainy started to look tired.

"Hey PB, I think Rainy and I are gonna go. We've both been pretty tired lately, so we're going to try and get some extra sleep." Jake yawned and pulled up his yellow hoodie. Bonnie grinned at the abbreviation of her old nickname and stood up to bid her friends goodnight. "Sorry again about the set-up, Princess." Bonnie shook her head and gave both of her friends a hug again.

"It's ok. I know you were both just looking out for my happiness. Go get some sleep. I'll stay with the rest of the girls until they leave."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Bonnie. I won't set you up again unless you ask me to." Rainy still looked a little upset, but another smile from Bonnie seemed to put her at ease.

"Goodnight guys. Let's do something tomorrow or Sunday after I finish my paper." Jake and Rainy nodded and waved as they walked out the door. Bonnie waved back, and relocated to the bar so she could keep an eye on the room for the other girls. She sat there for another forty-five minutes or so, and the rest of her party slowly trickled out the door. Some looked happy, others disappointed, but none of them too drunk to make it back to their rooms. 12:50 came and Bonnie was the last member of the group at the bar. Figures. I didn't even want to be at an event like this and I'm the last one here. She sighed and turned to the bar, intending to order a small drink to calm herself down before she went back to her room to sleep. But before she could order, she heard a plop as someone sat at the stool to her left. She turned to look at the person and her breath caught in her throat.

Next to her sat a girl slightly taller than she was, wearing a gray tank top, blue skinny jeans, a gray sweater with red stripes on the sleeves tied about her waist, and a pair of red boots. She had notably pale skin which contrasted beautifully with long, raven-colored hair that looked as if it would pass her knees when she stood up. It seemed disheveled, but also incredibly soft and silky. As she continued to stare, the newcomer turned to meet her gaze, and Bonnie was struck by the girl's eyes. They should be brown, but they were a shade she had never seen before, and almost looked more red than brown. The pale girl next to her gave her a confident smirk that was somehow charming.

"Whatcha' starin' at, Pinkie?" Bonnie snapped back to reality and realized she was blushing.

"Wh-what? Oh no, nothing." The girl with the raven hair chuckled at her.

"If you say so, Pinkie." Bonnie frowned slightly at the unwelcome moniker, deciding to set the new girl straight.

"My name's not Pinkie, you know."

"Oh? Could have fooled me. What is your name then?"

"It's Bonnibel. Bonnibel Buchman. My friends sometimes call me Princess Bubblegum." Realizing that she had just given this random stranger a very personal piece of information, her blush returned and she let out a small huff. Why would I tell her that? No one wants to know my high school nickname. She must think I'm a complete child—she'll probably make fun of me. Her fears turned out to be unfounded, however, as the pale girl gave her a genuinely warm smile and a small giggle.

"Princess Bubblegum? That's like, totes cute. I can see where that comes from I guess, but I'll just call you Bonnie, if you don't mind."

"Th-that's fine. Most people do, after all." Still blushing slightly, Bonnie decided that since she had given this random girl even more information than she needed to, she should at least get something in return to put them on even footing. "And what about you? Do I get a name to put to this new person, or should I just invent one?"

"Ha ha, don't worry about it, Princess. The name's Marceline. But if you want my full title, I'm called Marceline the Vampire Queen." The Vampire Queen? That sounds vaguely familiar... "So what's a princess like you doing at a singles event like this? Looking for your Prince Charming?"

"Ugh. Definitely not. My friends set me up because they knew I wouldn't come on my own. I only stayed to hang out with them and to make sure the rest of the girls made it out without any issues. What about you? You don't look like you've done much mixing about tonight. Why are you here if you're not drinking or dating?"

"I'm working, Princess."

"You work here?"

"Not exactly, but I've come here in the past and the bartender heard that I have some experience with audio equipment. He already had music for tonight, but he needed some help managing the speakers and stuff, so he paid me to help out tonight. I do kinda wish it had been a paying music gig though."

"You're a musician?"

"Bass guitar, baby. Got a sweet red one that I modified using an old axe that was a family heirloom. And when I say axe, I mean, like, a real axe that you cut people with. Dad was mad at first, but he got over it when I showed him I could take good care of it."

"Wow. That's very impressive. I think I'd really like to see that. And hear you play it too, if you don't mind."

"Really? I would think someone who dresses like you wouldn't have any interest in an axe-bass made by some rocker chick she just met, but you seem really cool. I live around here, so, if you want to check it out sometime..."

"I'd like that. Where exactly do you live?"

"I have an apartment not too far from campus so that I can walk to class without having to use my motorcycle." Musician with an interesting guitar, rides a motorcycle, and seems really friendly. Maybe I should get to know her...

"It's getting really late. Maybe we should be going soon. Not to say I want to stop talking to you, but you're starting to look like you really need a rest. How about a quick drink and we get out of here?" Bonnie looked up at the clock behind the bar and noticed that they had been talking for over an hour. It was nearly 2 in the morning, and she had a paper to write. She nodded and Marceline smiled. "Can I get two shots here?"

"Sure thing, Marceline," said the bartender. He poured the alcohol and brought them to the two girls. "Consider it a bonus for all your help tonight." Marceline grabbed hers as soon as it was set down and threw it back, giving the glass a small slam as she put it back on the bar.

"Tell you what, Bonnie, I'll walk you back to your place. It's always good to have a buddy if you've got some booze in your system." Bonnie was touched that Marceline cared so much after only just meeting her. She nodded and gave a small "thank you" as Marceline slipped her sweater over her head and walked outside. Bonnie was settling up for the bar food from earlier, when the bartender spoke to her in a hushed voice.

"Heads up. Guy that's been eyeing you from across the room is coming." No sooner had he finished than the guy sat down next to her.

"Hey there, sweetheart. My name's Rick. Feel like getting your heart stolen by a total stud?"

"Not interested, thank you. In fact I'm going home with a friend right after this drink." Frowning slightly, he pointed out the window to where Marceline was waiting.

"That her?" Bonnie turned to follow his gesture.

"Yeah, that's her. She was nice enough to make sure I got home ok." Marceline noticed she was being watched, and she waved at Bonnie. As she was doing so, however, her face went from friendly to terrified. Bonnie had reached down to drink her shot so that she could send this guy packing and leave with her new friend, and as she lifted it Ricky spoke again.

"Maybe you should just send her away, 'cause I'm pretty sure you're going home with me tonight." Whatever, Bonnie thought to herself as she drank her shot. As she did, Marceline's expression turned from terror to rage, and she raced back inside as fast as she could.

"Get away from her, creepo!" Marceline screamed at the top of her lungs. She sprinted across the room and sucker punched Ricky, causing him to fall to the floor with a loud crash.

"What the hell is going on here?!" shouted the bartender. Marceline turned to him, still with her voice raised.

"This guy just drugged Bonnie!"

"What?!" Bonnie and the bartender both reacted in unison, and Bonnie looked down at her glass. The bartender rolled up his sleeves and "escorted" Ricky out of the bar. All Bonnie could do was stare into the empty shot glass and think, Oh glob...

Ok, so, I know this one was long. Still, Marceline finally showed up. And if anyone takes the time to read these notes before and after the story, I would appreciate if anyone spots something that might be out of character for Bonnie or Marcy that they could let me know.