A/N: Okaaay, sooo, apologies for this one. I'm not even really in the Star vs. the Forces of Evil fandom; I only included it cause I like the four characters in this story and I needed my list to reach 30 fandoms.
So, here we are. Hopefully tomorrow's will be better.
Ch. 11—Go Fish
Marco tried covering his ears with a pillow, but he could still hear the voices of Tom and Pony Head getting louder and louder.
"They're just foreign people talking in a language you don't even understand!" Tom said, for what must have been the billionth time.
"HEY!" Pony Head cried. "Anime is an art form which you're just too uncultured to understand."
"I'm uncultured? Whose parents literally forced them to have an art tutor since birth?"
"Uh, I'm sorry, is someone talking? 'Cause I don't speak nerd," Pony Head said, flipping her mane.
"You don't speak Japanese either!"
"Ugh," Marco cried, sitting up. "Star, can't you get them to shut up?"
"Oh Marco, I've spent waaay too many years trying to do that," Star said, as she struggled to make Glossaryck sit still. "I've concluded that it's not possible."
"Well, for one thing, we could stop sitting around," Marco said. "Come on, let's at least play a card game or something."
"What is this, a sleepover?" Pony Head, asked, rolling her eyes.
"You love sleepovers," Marco reminded her.
"Oh yeah," she answered. "All right, let's get this party started then! What're we playing?"
"I was thinking Go Fish!" Marco said eagerly.
"No," Pony Head instantly retorted. "I don't know what that is, but I don't wanna go fishing. Sea water always messes up this mane, and I can't just wake up looking this perfect! Jk. I totally can."
"You go to the beach all the time," Tom reminded her.
"To get a tan, duh! With a tan you look so amazing that's no one's checking to see if your mane is messed up."
"Well," Marco said. "This doesn't involve going to the beach. Go Fish is a card game. You ask others if they have the same cards of you, and if you don't, then you have to draw a card from the deck."
There was silence, before Pony Head stated the obvious. "That sounds dumb."
"Yeah, I kinda actually have to agree with Pony here," Tom said reluctantly. "Sorry, Marco."
"Nah, it's actually pretty fun! I used to play it all the time with my parents."
"And you just made it dumber," Star put in.
Marco looked at her in surprise and squinted his eyes. "Et tu, Star?"
"Whatever, I'm bored anyway, so let's just play your dumb earth game," Pony cried.
Marco smiled triumphantly, and dealt out the cards. "Star, do you have any threes?"
She let out a huff. "How did you know?" she asked, handing over two cards. "Tom, do you have any twos?"
"Nope," he said. "Go fish. Pony, got any Jacks?"
"Go fish," she said primly. After Tom had drawn a card, Pony asked, "Hey Star, got any Jacks?"
"What?" Tom snapped. "You said you didn't have any!"
"No, I actually just told you to go fish," Pony said, tossing her mane. "I ain't giving up my Jacks! They're the hottest guys in the deck! I want all of them for myself!"
"Those aren't the rules!" Marco cried.
"Those are Pony's rules!" Pony declared.
Tom folded his hands and raised just his first fingers to his mouth, narrowing his eyes. "Oho, so we're playing that kind of game. I see. Well, Pony, do you have any…"
"Tom, it's not your turn!" Marco protested.
"Kings!"
"No, loser, I don't have any kings!" Pony Head shot back.
"Well, I don't have any either, so who's the loser now?" Tom demanded.
"Ooh," Star breathed, her eyes getting big. "This is getting interesting. Star want in. Tom, I'll give you a kiss if you give me your Jacks!"
"I can get a kiss from you any time, and what do you want with my Jacks?"
"I want them so I can trade them to Pony for something later," Star explained. "And just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean I choose to kiss you all the time!"
"Fine," Tom said, throwing his cards at her. "Can I have it now?"
"No, you can have it later," she smiled. "Pony?"
"No, don't talk to me, you blackmailer!" Pony Head cried, turning her head away.
"I haven't even said anything!"
"No, but you blackmailed Tom just so you could blackmail me!"
"I was just thinking we could come to some sort of arrangement," Star said airily, twirling the card in the air.
"You think I care about the stupid Jacks enough to just hand over anything you ask for?"
"No," Star said. "The Jacks are a gift." She laid them in front of her friend. "Now, may we negotiate? I wish to know what you would like in return for your genie lamp."
Pony Head's eyes widened. "STAAAR why would you tell the boys that I have a genie lamp?"
"Because I was going to tell them when I got it away from you!"
"Well, it's not gonna happen," Pony said, turning to Marco. "Hey, you got any fives?"
"I don't know," Marco said bitterly. "Maybe I like my fives too much to give away, what are you gonna do about that?"
"I'll trade you my Jacks," Pony said. "Then you can trade them to Tom, and he can trade them to Star again."
"I don't want any more Jacks if you don't want them!" Star cried.
"Then I don't, either," Tom said promptly.
"Then I don't either," Marco said.
"Well then, how about I don't call you names for a week?" Pony Head asked Marco.
"Deal." Marco didn't think about the word before it left his mouth. He'd been determined not to get into this game of strategy which had so far deviated from what it actually was, but Pony Head's offer was too tempting to pass up.
"Tom, do you have any sevens?" Star asked Tom.
Tom looked her dead in the eye and said. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
Star moved her face closer and squinted her eyes at him. He did the same, and they stared like that for several seconds before Star said. "I think you do have them. Hand them over, or I won't give you that kiss."
"Star, that's no fair!" Tom whined, but he did hand over a seven.
"Pony, do you have any threes?" Marco asked.
"Hey, woah, what are you coming after my threes for?" Pony demanded.
"What do you mean, I'm just playing the game!"
"Um, excuse me, but my cards are not just objects that you can take," Pony said haughtily. "You'll have to fight for them, you stupid earthling!"
"Hey, what happened to no name-calling?"
"It's not name-calling if it's true!"
"Well, fine," Marco said, jumping up and pulling out his sword. "I challenge thee to a duel for thy threes."
"Are you kidding? Ladies don't fight in duels," Pony Head gasped. "Tom, go fight my duel for me."
"No!" Tom said. "And just to make sure you don't hide behind me, I'm building myself a fortress." He waved his arms, and the cardboard boxes in the corner of the room flew to him and fell around him.
"Lame," Pony Head said. "I came with my own fort." And she shook a small folded piece of fabric out of her that popped up into a tent as soon as it touched the ground.
Star pulled out her wand and created an army of narwhals to protect her, while Marco grabbed all the bedding and small furniture to pile around him. And for the next several hours, they continued building the worlds, and forming alliances, and creating more depth to their stories as the war of the cards continued. It ended with the room setting on fire, and Pony Head blasting her loudest music, and nachos sticking to every surface, and Spider with a Top Hat demolishing everything else on sight.
The four lay on the ground, panting, as Star lazily lifted her wand to put out the fire.
"Oh man," Pony Head gasped. "I love Go Fish. Let's play it again tomorrow."
