Two chapters up in a day, that's how much free time I have at this time. So anyways, this chapter has smut, f/m. If you're uncomfortable with these types of stories, I suggest you either leave now or skim through to find which parts are SFW. thanks for reading, enjoy

So, the commercials have just ran it's course over again, and it was finally time for the limelight. The grumpy cinnamon bun returned, on as agitated as ever.

"Continue," he fluttered his hand, motioning me to go.

"Okay," I said anticipating for this.

We arrived at the brink of dawn, the ramshackle cottage with a sign drooping from it's room, with the words "Darwin's Brewery" but because some letter's were scraped off, it looked more like "Darin's Bewer". When we came inside, the small bell situated at the top of the door rung, signalling our entry.

The owner, a bear smoking a pipe, was sitting behind the front counter, counting the change he got from the day's business. "Whaddya want?" he said in a low, husky voice, scratching at his peach fuzz.

"Two shots of tequila," I said. Grabbing one of the bottles behind him, he grabbed two small shot glasses and emptied the bottle into it, pushing it forward to where we would sit. "Is this your new woman?" he asked, smiling like I had won an achievement.

"I'm guessing you're Darwin," she said with her chin placed on her visibly clammy palms.

"That's right," he said taking a puff of his pipe.

"Ready, Fi?" I asked. Picking up the glass, she looked at me uneasy.

"Um," she looked worried, "yeah, I guess." So at the same time, we gulped down our drinks, and while I only had about two, Fionna was begging for more.

"Mmm…" she said full of lust, biting at her bottom lip. "More please," she said, but a bit slurred. Darwin got out another bottle of tequila, and this time he brought out a bigger glass and a bottle of Vodka. Mixing them together using a cocktail shaker, he poured the drink into the glass, giving it to Fionna.

"I think you've had enough," I warned, but she just pushed me back and gulped down the whole drink.

"That was good," she garbled. I picked her up, waving goodbye to Darwin, and heading to a club in downtown Candy Kingdom.

"Kiss me," she giggled, but I obviously knew she was tipsy, but I pecked her on the lips anyway.

The walk to the nightclub was extremely painful, having to deal with a drunk Fionna and walking about a mile was too much for me to handle. Upon getting passed the bouncers and entering the building, the sound of loud music and rambunctious partygoers boomed across the main lobby.

Strobe lights flashed uncoordinatedly, smoke emitting from the machines. It was just about your average nightclub.

"Put me down!" she demanded, kicking her feet. I settled her down, seeing as she was already rowdy enough. She darted through the thick crowd, either dancing or taking shots at the bar. "Whooo!" she screamed, waving her arms around.

Two strippers were grinding down her body, her butt rubbing against their crotches. She pranced around, kissing random men and eventually jumping into the jacuzzi naked, a cup of liquor in the hand that was raised. Eventually, she did throw up in the water, and I had to be the one to take her home, but instead rushing me to the bathroom.

Sitting atop the sink, she pulled me in for a kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I let her tongue explore the area, the taste of alcohol all over. From my mouth, I guided her to my neck, where she began to nip and suck at it, a moan escaping my mouth. She reached down my shirt, playing with my nipple, rubbing her thumb over it, and I did the same with her own nipples.

I got down to her breasts and began to suck at them, swirling it in my mouth, she began to groan in arousal. I went down to her crotch area, where I could feel her wet underwear. Removing it, and stuffing it in my pocket, I slipped two fingers in, rubbing her clitoris with my thumb. Moaning again, I could feel her getting sweaty. I licked at her vagina, I knew her climax was near. The taste of it was saccharine, and I continued to go further into licking around at it, until she finally had her orgasm and let out a moan so loud, other partygoers outside the bathroom could hear it.

She fell forwards, that's when I caught her luckily. I hastily slipped her clothing back on, buttoning my shirt, as I escorted her out of the building.

We arrived at the treehouse just past 1 am, with a suspicious Cake standing at the doorway. "What were you doing with her?" she questioned, looking at the sleeping girl. In a hurried fashion, I thought of the laziest excuse in the book, but actually quite believable: "We were on an adventure, sorry about bringing her home so lately."

I carried her body over to the couch, pulling the blanket over her body. She flipped herself over, smiling a bit, but then returning back to her sleep. I left as quickly as I could, trying not to disturb her, but the next day was just as terrible.

She woke up at 8am with a feeling of nails being banged into her head. Placing a hand on her forehead, she winced, putting her arm in front of her eyes to shield the light away. She got up, but only to go to the bathroom to vomit. Hearing her gag, Cake hurriedly walked to the bathroom to see Fionna's head hung over the toilet bowl, hand over stomach.

"What happen yesterday?" Cake asked worriedly, but she obviously knew I was the reason. "I have this headache, it hurts like hell," Fionna replied with her eyes squinted. The aroma of alcohol surrounded the room, instantly giving Cake the idea of a hangover. "Were you drinking?" her eyes enlarged.

"I don't even remember what I ate," she replied. She walked back to the kitchen, the smell of bacon pancakes greeting her. "Good morning!" BMO cheered, waving happily at Blondie.

"Eurrgh," she groaned, "I'm not in the mood, BMO." Looking forlorn, BMO went back to cooking the pancakes. "It's gonna be that boy's head now!" Cake growled.

"Hey, Fi," I waved, but when I arrived, Cake's lips were curled and her teeth were revealed. Lunging at me, she started to scratch at my face. "Don't you touch heeer!" she threatened.

"Stop, Cake," Fionna said calmly. "Marshall," she said, "come up to my room in a few minutes, I wanna talk about somethin'." Listening to her order, I climbed upstairs, I could hear Cake mutter something, but I wasn't sure what.

"Sit down," Fionna pointed to her bed. "What happened last night?" I sighed, I wasn't willing to tell her what really happened a few hours ago. "Do you really want to know?" I asked.

She nodded, listening to my every word. "Well," I mumbled, "we went to a bar, you ordered a few too many drinks," I tried to explain, "we went to a club, had sex…" I drifted off, but Fionna was just about ready to stop me when the word "sex" had appeared.

"Sex?" she exclaimed, but I tried to shush her into being quieter. "Yes," I said with my throat dry, and my skin turning paler than a ghost. "So, you took my virginity while I was drunk? I didn't even give you consent, Marshall!" she scratched at her hair. "How could you?!" I wish I could've sank back into a shell or something, but sadly, that was only a work of fiction.

"But it was you who started kissing me, Fi," I retorted.

"So?! I was drunk, you shouldn't have even given in!"

"Sorry," I said, but she was able to tell that was a faux lie.

"'Sorry'? Sorry doesn't cut it," she plopped back on her bed, covering her face with her hands. "Should've never trusted you last night," she said under her breath.

"But that it was fun at least, right?" She shook her head, as to say "Not even close". And I could tell how she was feeling, but I couldn't show any empathy nor sympathy.

"I don't want to deal with you, or Cake, right now," she got up, "so just leave." She directed me out, locking the front door afterwards.

"Go away, Marshall Lee!" I heard, muffled, through the windows.