If Fionna was being honest she was not looking forward to the actual party. LSP had a thing for her, but tried to manipulate and twist her words in to making her believe she was the one who had a thing for him. Which, was obviously not true. Right now she was struggling with how she felt about the love potion-slaved Marshall who made his feelings more than obvious. Their long walk through the forest wasn't that long to Fionna. She honestly wished she was still strolling hand and hand with him instead of standing five feet away from LSP's loud forest party. She sighed and turned to Marshall.

"Listen, we're not together in anyway shape or form. I don't want anybody thinking that we are or asking because we're not. Got it?" She told him sternly.

"You gotta admit we're a little together," he replied, flashing his flirtatious smile and squeezing her hand, reminding her that it was in his. She immediately pulled it out and crossed her arms over her chest.
"No, we're not."

"Fine, but I'm still going to hang out with you and follow you around," he said and hooked his arm over her shoulder.

"Whatever," she grumbled and was lead in to the party with "Property of Marshall" practically written all over her.

He grinned once they entered the wild atmosphere, the familiar pulse in his body and chest from the bass and the sweet melody shivering in his ears. Thats what he loved about music and wild parties, it made him feel alive. The Loud beat mimicked the heart beat he missed so much, and the warmth from the crowd reminded his body of when it could produce it's own heat. Usually he would jump right in and let the music wrap him up and take him away, but now he was nailed to Fionna. There's no way he would leave her, even if it meant experiencing his own three-five minutes of life.

"Fionna! Ohmiglob, I can't believe you came!" LSP cried as he rushed over to her. "Oh, and Marshall lee too." Marshall rolled his eyes.

"Nice to see you too," he replied blithely.

"This is such a nice surprise! You didn't say you'd come when I asked the other day, Marshall," LSP said.

"I said I would think about it, I didn't know what I would be doing," Marshall told him.

"Oh, thats like totally fine," he smiled patting his shoulder. "What's up with this? You two a thing or something?" He asked sassily.

"N-no! Not even, LSP. Are you kidding me?" Fionna snapped. Marshall chuckled.

"Nah, I'm just keeping a close eye on her, you never know what happens at these parties," Marshall explained an a calmer manner.

"I know right? It's crazy, someone smashed their drink in to a tree and completely went nuts," he gossiped.

"What? No way, where is he now?" Marshall asked.

"I dunno, he ripped his shirt off and ran rapid in to the forest."

"Thats crazy. Anyways I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm gonna get Fionna some punch. Talk to you later," he smiled and pulling Fionna with him past LSP.

"Okay! See ya!" LSP called a he made his way to the punch table. He took his arm off her shoulder and filled her a cup of sweet red punch before handing it to her. She accepted the plastic cup, a little peeved as she glared at him.

"I told you I didn't want people to think we're together," she spoke bitterly. He looked to her and frowned while pouring himself a cup.

"Sorry, I didn't realize that made us look like a couple. LSP just reads in to things too much." His tone suggested he was irritated, but not fully mad. He's never truly been made at Fionna, but had came pretty damn close.

"You know what couples look like, and thats definitely a way they look," she snapped.

"Whatever," he mumbled in to his cup before drinking. Fionna gave a passive sigh and leaned the table, her hand on the edge as she looked away from him.

"You are so hard to deal with sometimes," she murmured and sipped her punch. She felt his cool fingers over hers, his hand tenderly squeezing her fingers. Her eyes wandered back to his, and he starred back.

"I don't like fighting with you," he told her, studying her face and settling back on her opulent blue eyes. Fionna chewed on her lip. She didn't either, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Then don't," she replied.

"I won't," he promised and looked down to their hands.

Fionna smoothed her thumb over his pinky in a way that was almost affectionate if she had lingered over his skin. She wanted to, desperately, but she had to stop herself. She didn't want this, she just wanted to be his friend...right? The adventuress stared at the ground, clutching her cup, yet not daring to drink from it. Her brain was turning to mush again as his hand started to leave hers, the deafening music now a dim light in the back of her mind as it tore itself apart.

What was she even doing? Her emotions were like a Jackson Pollock painting, and her conscience was yelling in her ear to stop. It wasn't fair what he was doing to her. Although the potion was to blame it didn't change the size of the gaping hole she felt in her chest. It hurt knowing it wasn't real, yet she was gullible enough to think maybe it was. This is not the adventure she wanted.

"Marshall lee!" An excited looking LSP rushed over to Marshall.

"Whats up?" He asked, his finger tips still brushing over Fionna's knuckles.

"Could you like play a song for us? A lot of people noticed that you're here, and they won't stop asking me if your gonna like play or not."

"Yeah, I'm down. You gotta request?" Marshall set down his cup.

"Mmmmm, something nice and slow. Something you'd dance to with a lover," he told him and winked at Fionna. She chocked on her punch, coughing and sputtering while LSP gave her the bedroom eyes.

"Hey, you okay?" Marshall asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm-" she coughed, "fine."

"You sure?" She nodded and set down her cup.

"Okay. I'm gonna go perform now, so I'll see you when I'm done," he promised and started to drift away. She grabbed his hand and he looked back.

"Don't leave me with him," she pleaded in a low whisper, hoping LSP wouldn't notice. He chuckled.

"Fi, relax, it's just LSP. I'll be right back," he raised the hand she was holding for dear life and kissed hers before leaving her with the purple prince.

"Take care of her while I'm up there," he said as he passed LSP.

"My pleasure," LSP grinned and floated a bit closer to the obviously uncomfortable blond.

Marshall wove his way through the crowd and up to the already set up stage, a blood red guitar on a stand ready for him and a drummer polishing one of his cymbals. He looked back to LSP and Fionna and realized this was planned. Of course it was, no wonder he was so desperate to get him to come. He was also probably betting that he would drag Fionna along with him...that lumpy bastard. Marshall clenched his fist and took the guitar from it stand, securing the strap and standing up to the mic. One last look at that pathetic cloud flirting with his Fionna...and he felt like he was about to explode. He tapped the mic, and the crowd focused on him.

"Good evening," he spoke and strummed a few chords. "I've been told a few people would like me to share my musical talents tonight."

"MARSHALL I LOVE YOU!" Someone shouted. He laughed.

"That's very nice. I dedicate this song, to LSP. A song that lover's would dance to, right?" He announced and strummed a few chords. The chords continued their sweet melody and drifted off in to silence.

"Shall we have this dance?" LSP asked Fionna holding out his hand.

"Um, actually I do-" before she could finish he grabbed her hand and lead her to the dance floor as Marshall struck hard on his guitar, giving a less than romantic and lover-ish vibe in his strumming.

For so long now I've been coming to your rescue (got me thinking I'll get you)

And I'm serious when I say I'm over it

I'm over it (and your fuckin' lies)

"What the hell is Marshall singing?" LSP muttered bitterly.

"LSP?"

That you'll stick around

Stay on my side of town

Now I'm covered in blood and I'm feeding off your pretty little lies

LSP groaned. "Whatever, ignore his dumb song. Anyways, I wanted to ask you something," he informed her.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I was wondering I you'd like to be my girlfriend, y'know if you can handle my beauty."

"What?"

For once why can't you just come and chase me

Dig up my grave and save my body

Now I'm rotting to the bone

But my hearts still beatin'

Hopin' you won't leave me

Marshall sang loudly in to the mic, practically screaming except his voice was as smooth as butter.

"I asked you if you'd like to be my girlfriend. Is he singing too loud? This is not a song lovers would dance too," he pouted.

"I'm sorry, but you're asking me to be your girlfriend...again?"

"Yeah, is that too much to ask?"

Creepy girls

You're just my style

Blood-red lipstick

You don't smile

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

"A little. I already told you I'm too beneath you to properly enjoy your beautiful lumps," she reminded him.

"C'mon, Fionna! I know we can make this work out! Can't you change for me?" He cried, literally.

"LSP, calm down!"

Now you're risking it all

For some pin-up doll

Who drinks in the AM

Fucks in the PM

Treats all the boys like she don't need 'em

"Why can't you see that you're good enough for me. I love you, Fionna!" He shouted. Fionna shivered, something about those words coming out of a mouth other than Marshall's felt...wrong.

"I'm sorry, LSP, but I-I just don't think I can feel anything but admiration towards you-"

"You're a liar! I know you feel somethin' for me girl. I can see it in your beautiful ocean eyes," he insisted leaning forward.

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

Marshall ended the song and looked to see LSP trying to kiss Fionna, his blood boiling at the sight. He gripped the neck of his guitar so tightly it broke in two, causing the party to cease and the crowd silencing once again. LSP appeared not to have notice and continued moving forward on Fionna, his advances obviously unwanted.

"LSP, stop! I'm serious!" She shouted, pushing him back each time he push forward.

"C'mon, Fionna. One kiss and I'll prove I'm the one for-" he suddenly felt a large hand on his lumps as Marshall pulled him back and bruised his purple skin with his grip. The vampire glared at the prince, his eyes black as coal with red slits for pupils.

"M-Marshall!" LSP shrieked in terror, his eyes transfixed on Marshall's murderous glare. "W-what's up, man? That song was totally rad," he stuttered.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded to know tightening his grip.

"I-I was just dancing with F-Fionna-"

"Bullshit," Marshall growled, digging his nails in to his skin. "You were trying to plant one on her, weren't you?"

"S-so what? It's not like she's you're girlfriend," LSP retorted bravely.

"Marshall," Fionna whispered unfolding his fist and holding his unoccupied hand. He looked back at her and softened his glare. "It's fine."

"Maybe to you," he replied and returned his hard stare to LSP.

"Listen here, puff prince, Fionna is mine. Make another move on her, and you're dead."

"What makes you think she's yours?" LSP challenged. Marshall threw him to the ground and hooked his arm around Fionna's waist, pulling her closer.

"This," he snarled and pulled the adventuress' face to his so their lips brushed and he kissed her. In front of the entire party.

Sorry I haven't updated in a few days! I've been lacking on my writing inspo, so I've been sketching a lot lately. I recently got some anatomy and perspective books from the library, and I'm having a lot of fun with them. Anyways, enough rambles. Thanks for reading! ^_~