"Where are we? Fionna asks as Marshall parks his motorcycle under a tree.
"Don't you know bunny?" He takes Fionna's hand and leads her up the small hill, "This is the old drive in!" Before Fionna is an abandoned parking lot that has long since been forgotten; the once soft, green grass rug has now been turned into a brown, dried carpet. The giant screen is still up but has several burn marks on it. The concession stand is boarded up shut. And in the middle of all this stands a simple table along with two chairs.
"What could be better than dinner and a show? Come on." Marshall leads her to the table. Up close the table holds two plates, two silverware sets, two wine glasses, a three piece candelabra, and, in a vase, a single, blood red rose on top of a white tablecloth. Fionna is speechless.
"Wow, this is incredible." Marshall pulls her chair out, like a true gentleman, and she sits. He takes the chair opposite of her. A waiter appears.
"What would you like to drink, Sir?"
"We'll have two glasses of lemonade—"
"Actually, I'd like a glass of Chardonnay, if you have any." Fionna interrupts; Marshall raises an eyebrow at her.
"A bottle of the best Chardonnay we have, please." The waiter disappears. "You like wine?" He asks her.
"On certain occasions," Fionna smiles; a black and white silent film plays on the screen. "Why here?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I mean, when you said dinner, I was thinking you'd take me to a restaurant, or something similar."
"Why would I take you to a fancy bistro where you would have to dress up and feel out of place?" Fionna nods in acknowledgement. "Besides, cameras and groupies follow me around everywhere; who wants that kind of attention when you are trying to have dinner?" The waiter comes back with their bottle of white wine. He pours some into each wine glass. "Thank you Charles." Fionna takes a sip of wine.
"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me then?"
"No of course not! That's not what I meant!" Marshall's panicking a bit. Fionna laughs.
"I'm just messing with you, man. But why here, out of all places, I'm still curious."
"It's quiet, it's private, I own it; why not?"
"You own it?"
"Yes, my mother, Heather Abadeer, bought this land a while back so she could build a mall or something like that. She hasn't started the project yet, so I can do as I want here."
"I thought your last name was Lee."
"That's my middle name, but I never really liked the name Abadeer."
The waiter comes back carrying two plates. "Dinner is served." He places the plates in front of Fionna and Marshall.
"Italian?" She looks at Marshall across the candle light.
"Goes great with Chardonnay."
"I couldn't agree more." She lifts her glass, "Here's to pregnancies and winning bets." Marshall laughs and clinks his glass with hers.
The meal consists of chicken with a white sauce on top, green spaghetti and garlic bread. It is a simple yet elegant meal. After eating Fionna wipes her mouth and speaks up again.
"Why did you kiss me?" Surprised at the question, Marshall nearly chokes on his wine.
"Pardon, if I do recall correctly, our lips never actually met."
"My glob, Marshall, just answer the question."
"Costumers."
"What?"
"Did you notice that this week there were more customers than before? The remodeling has something to do with it but it was mainly the fact that all girls that were there for the reopening are now in heat because of our little performance. They want to get chosen too and have a 'Marshall Lee' experience for themselves." Fionna stays quiet. He's right. She looks over to the screen as she drinks her wine. On the screen a couple from the 1920's is having a fight. The woman slaps the man and he grabs her wrist just as she is about to walk out the door. He tells her something and takes her face in his hands. They kiss passionately. Fionna is entranced by the film.
She turns to face Marshall, "Would you do it again?" He looks at her confused, she leans over the table, careful not to get her clothes dirty, "Kiss me?"
Marshall looks into her deep baby blues. She's serious. He looks at her ruby red lips, thinking about how much he's like a taste of the scarlet color. A camera flashes somewhere, then car head lights come on, blinding the two teens.
"Hey! What are you kids doing here?! This is private property!" Fionna sits back in her chair. Marshall gets up from his seat, extending his hand over his eyes so he can see.
"It's alright Starchy, it's just me, Marshall, and one of my friends." He strides over to talk to the officer.
Right, Fionna thinks, your friend.
AN: theres a reason she didn't wear a dress. Lol um I thank yall for leaving me reviews and what not keep reading \m/.\m/ soooooo that camera flashhh…..o: -Ray
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