Notes: Hey! I uploaded this on Ao3 a couple days back but TOTALLY forgot to upload here! Sorry about the delay!


Marceline lay on her bed, face nestled deep in her pillow and arms folded under her. She'd been like this for the majority of the past week, since her breakup.

"Marcy," Bonnie whispered, shaking her friend lightly by an exposed shoulder. Marceline groaned in reply.

"I'm gonna be right back, but when I get back, I have a special surprise for you."

Marceline rolled onto her back, "Unless it's a sense of purpose, I'm not interested."

Bonnie stuck her tongue out, "You'll love it. Back in a few."

Bonnie closed the door behind her, "God, I hope she loves it," she muttered to herself, and made her way over to the narrow staircase. They creaked as she trotted down them, a sign of the natural wearing of the old establishment.

When she arrived at the front door, a group stood outside. She opened the door with a grin, "Hi Lady, Jake, Pris, Bianca, Fiona, and, uh," she blinked at the newcomer- a rather tall girl with fiery hair, "you are?"

Fionna frowned, "I've told you about Phoebe."

Phoebe's eyes burned into her, "Uh, of course, the name just escaped me. Okay everyone, gather round."

The group of friends huddled around her, heads inward. Bonnie took a step back, "We're not playing football, folks. She's two floors up, we don't need to be that close," with a flurry of laughter, everyone stepped back.

"Okay, so we all brought the goods?"

"Strawberry soda," Lady exclaimed, holding two cases of cans up in the air, and very nearly hitting Jake on the back of the head.

"Powdered mini donuts," Fionna said, holding a massive container up.

"My excellent self," Bianca laughed, throwing their hands in the air.

"Alright, gang, let's move out," Bonnie led the way up the stairs and to her and Marceline's shared room. With a deep breath, she threw the door open.

"Surprise!" the group behind her shouted in unison.

Marceline, for her part, was sitting upright, hair in knots and phone in her hand. Her eyes met Bonnie's, wide, and then a massive grin spread across her face, "Dude, you could have at least let me get changed first."

Bonnie shrugged, sitting next to Marceline, "I was worried you'd try to talk me out of it," she kicked her feet, "I figured that, y'know, the best thing I could give you were friends."

"That's the corniest thing I've ever heard."

"Can it and eat some powdered donuts."

"Holy shit," Marceline said, taking the container from Fionna, "how many are in this?"

"Two hundred," Fionna replied, grinning over at her girlfriend, "bulk stores are a gift."

"You're damn right," Marceline said, flipping it open and stuffing two donuts into her mouth, "fank oo bons 'ends."

"We also got you this," Lady pushed to the front of the crowd and handed Marceline a can of strawberry soda, "Bon said it's you're favorite."

Marceline's eyes sparkled with what Bonnie might describe as pure wonder, "I think I'm in love," she gasped.

Bonnie's body stiffened and her face flushed for a moment, and then she realized nobody else was reacting. The food. She's talking about the food, Bonnie.

"Is there anything else I should know about?" Marceline broke through her panicked thoughts.

"Me," a small cry came from the back of the group before Jake and Prismo parted, revealing Bianca, their face broken into the widest smile imaginable.

"The best gift of all," Marceline laughed as Bianca flung themselves into her arms.

Marceline grunted as Bianca landed on top of her, laughing in spite of the fact that she was clearly in pain. Bianca did occasionally tend to forget they weren't weightless. Regardless, Marceline was a good sport and didn't crush Bianca's dreams, and even offered them a bright smile that Bonnie was fairly certain was genuine.

"So," Marceline said, sitting up straight, or as straight as she could with Bianca clasped around her neck, "are we gonna sit around staring at me, or are we gonna par-tay!" she shouted they last word, throwing her hands in the air. Her friends responded with loud shouts of excitement which were met by a firm knock on the wall nearest Marceline.

"Party, while abiding by the dorm's sound regulations," Bonnie laughed.

"Lame," Marceline said, but she kept a smile on her face, and that's what really mattered.


"Prismo, hey, Prismo," Jake tugged at his boyfriend's over sized red hoodie. Bonnie noted that Prismo had actually re-dyed his hair, properly this time. She smiled to herself- he'd always been self conscious about his appearance, so it was good to see him seem to gain some amount of confidence.

"Prismo, I bet I can drink this entire bottle of soda in one gulp," Jake said.

"Dude, all that's gonna get you is hiccups. C'mon, you know that," Prismo tried to sound stern, but the corners of his mouth were quirked upward as he tried to keep in laughter.

"Don't be lame, dude, it's a party."

Bonnie spoke from where she lay at the edge of Marceline's bed, "It's not much of a party. We're hanging out in a cramped dorm with eight people. Not exactly a wild college party."

"You're not helping, Bon, I need social encouragement to feel validated," Jake whined.

Bonnie felt a weight next to her on the bed as Marceline flopped down beside her. Marceline's hair was in knots, and Bonnie knew, if not from living with her, than by her unfortunate odor, that Marceline hadn't showered or changed clothes in a couple of days, but she was glad to see a wide, devious grin on her roommate's face.

"Do it, do it," Marceline began.

Across the room, Bianca began chanting along. They probably had no idea what they were supporting- they just liked to be included.

"C'mon, Bon," Marceline nudged her, "do it, do it."

Bonnie only rolled her eyes as Jake tipped the bottle- a two liter one that they'd bought from the campus drug store when they quickly ran out of cans- into his mouth as Marceline and Bianca continued chanting.

Lady arrived back from her trip to the bathroom at that moment. When she saw Jake, she glanced at Marceline, and then at Prismo, who had his arms folded, and his mouth still quirked up into that awkward smile.

"Pris, you know he's just gonna have an upset stomach and hiccups later," Lady chided.

"That's what I said," Prismo shrugged.

Jake finished the soda before erupting in a flurry of coughing and hacking, "Great," he said as he caught his breath, "now we can play spin the bottle."

"Hell yeah," Marceline laughed, sitting up.

"I think not," Lady said, snatching the bottle out of Jake's hand.

"Aw, c'mon Lady, you love smoochin'."

Lady smiled, "You're right, but-"

"Then c'mon, we're all friends here, it'll just be fun."

Bonnie wanted to protest. She should really protest. But maybe, if she figured out how to spin the bottle just right, it would suit her interests. She glanced over at Marceline, who had excitement glowing in her eyes and a wide smile spread across her face. Her gorgeous dark skin had become unkempt over the week, causing her to look aged and depressed, which was unusual for her. Marceline wasn't the most hygienic person, but she always cared for her face, and so it made Bonnie happy to notice she had probably cleaned her face when she went to the washroom earlier- that was a good sign.

"Bon, you're staring at me," Marceline said evenly.

"Uh, sorry, I was zoning out."

"Well, we're playing spin the bottle."

Bonnie's heart leaped, "What. Lady?'

Lady shrugged, "It's just a peck. We'll probably get bored and switch to truth or dare after."

Bonnie took a deep breath and lowered herself onto the floor, scooting into an open spot in the circle. Jake bounced eagerly, "I call first," he announced, though he didn't seem to have much competition.

With a too-eager hand that sent the bottle tumbling of course, he spun the bottle. Eventually, it stopped bouncing enough to land on Prismo.

"Easy," Jake said, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend, who blushed.

"Marceline, we'll go clockwise, so you next."

Marceline leaned back and carefully scanned the crowd, a grin on her face, "Right, who's gonna be the first person I kiss. Whoever it is, be aware I'm transferring Ash matter to you, and you have to live with that."

The rest of the group laughed, but Bonnie could only look at Marceline, her fists clenched and shaking slightly.

Marceline spun the bottle casually, using a single finger, and it spun gently around the circle.

Once.

Twice.

It landed on her the third time around.

"Alright Bon, c'mere," Marceline's voice sounded in her ear, and she could swear there was an almost sultry tone to it.

She cupped Bonnie's face in her hands and gently pressed her lips to hers. It lasted only for a moment.

And then she kissed her again, longer this time, deeper.

She felt Marceline's arm's fall around her neck, and the most Bonnie could do was move to deepen the kiss. Marceline was so soft. Cold, but so, so soft. And then there was taste. It was odd, bitter- alcohol?

"Ehem," Phoebe's voice cracked through their trance, and the two broke apart.

There was silence.

Jake put his hands on his hips, "Alright, well, that was awkward. Let's move on to truth or dare."

Marceline sat back, as calm as she had been before, "Sorry about that. I was y'know, eager to get the memory of Ash outta here. Sorry Bon."

"S'cool," Bonnie managed, her voice barely a whisper. Oh, get it together Bonnibel.

"Right, well, still awkward," Jake laughed, "so on to truth or dare we go."


Lady sat in the corner of Bonnie's bed as her friends continued to talk and, in the case of Jake and Bianca, play wrestle on the floor. It was only midnight, but she always ended up tired before everyone else at these sorts of events. Bonnie had been silent since spin the bottle, answering her truth or dare questions as curtly as possible before retreating to her bed, where she sat now, opposite Lady, on her laptop. Both she and Marceline had attempted to talk to her, but she had become focused on something or other, and there was no breaking her from that.

As one o'clock itched forward, Bonnie excused herself to used the restroom, and as soon as the door closed, Marceline barreled onto the bed, practically falling on top of Lady with a giggle.

Lady raised an eyebrow, "Have you been drinking?"

Marceline waved a hand, "Eh, a little."

Lady sighed, "That explains a lot."

"Can I ask you something?" Marceline's tone was surprisingly serious. She spoke in a whisper, with her face held almost uncomfortably close to Lady's.

"Uh, sure," Lady said, patting a spot on the bed next to her. Marceline clumsily fell into place beside her, letting her arms cross over her knees.

Marceline was silent for so long that Lady was almost forced to ask her to spit it out, but she spoke just in time, "How does Bonnie feel about, y'know, gender stuff?"

Lady raised an eyebrow, "She thinks it's real neat-o."

Marceline blushed intensely, "No, like, uh, is she cool with, y'know," her voice dropped, "trans stuff," she gulped, "I grew up with supportive people, but I know a lot of people..." she trailed off.

Suddenly, details clicked in Lady's mind, "Oh, OH."

"Shh," Marceline hissed, although no one had seemed to notice.

"Oh," Lady said, quietly this time.

Bonnie re-entered the room then, but fortunately settled down with the main group, far enough away for the two to continue their hushed conversation.

"She's totally cool with it. She's best friends with me, Marce."

Marceline buried her face into her folder arms, "But would she like, date someone who..."

Lady raised an eyebrow, "So that's what that smooch was about."

"No, I," Marceline cleared her throat, "you can learn a lot from, uh, that question."

Lady rolled her eyes, "Well, regardless, I can't see her having a problem with it. She's a cool cat."

Marceline sighed, "You're right."

"Excuse me?" Bonnie's furious voice caused both Lady and Marceline to stiffen.

Bonnie and Phoebe stood facing each other, eyes alight with rage. Phoebe rested her hands on her hips, "I'm just saying what I think. You skip out on your friends all the time, you're rude, all you care about is yourself."

Bonnie scoffed, "Please, I did this for Marceline."

"And there was no motive there? Really?"

"Phoebe, don't start stuff, okay?" Jake groaned.
Phoebe sighed, "Fine, I'll just go. Sorry everyone."

There was silence as Phoebe left the room, followed closely by a frazzled Fionna.

"Party's over I think," Lady sighed. She turned and hugged Marceline tightly, offering her a soft smile, before helping her boyfriend's to their feet.

"Don't mind her," she said to Bonnie, resting her hand on her old friend's shoulder. To her surprise, Bonnie's eyes seemed detached, perhaps even worried.

"Right," Bonnie sighed, "right, thank you for coming."

Lady pulled Bonnie into a hug, surprising the pink-haired girl as hugs almost always did, "Be good to your roommate now."

Bonnie laughed, "Please, I'm always good."

As Lady left the room, the last of the group to do so, she shot a smile at Bonnie, and then at Marceline. As the door closed behind her, she felt confident they'd be alright.