if you like trashy sleepover games, this one's for you.

Thursday 24th July 2014

Bonnibel shrugged her lab-coat off and wiped a few droplets of sweat from her brow. She smiled down at her completed experiment and wrote down a few concluding notes in her science notebook – which was so full of annotations and extra sheets of paper that it was nearly falling apart. Bonnie was rather happy with herself; since it was summer, she could conduct as many experiments as she liked.

She cleared her lab equipment away, and when she moved over to her bed to check her phone, she had two messages. Two! Usually, she didn't get any messages – on a good day, she got one, usually from Marceline. She opened up the first message and smiled a little.

Marshall (3:16PM): yo, huge slumber party at my house tonight 2 celebrate finn getting out of hospital. u in?

She then read the other message, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Lady (3:41PM) You hear about the slumber party we're having? It's at Marshall's, and you're coming, k? Marceline will be there ;)

Bonnie chuckled. Typical Lady.

She replied to Marshall first – it was his house the party was at, so she figured she should prioritise his text.

Bonnibel (4:35PM) Sure, what time do you want me to come over?

Then, she quickly typed a message back to Lady.

Bonnibel (4:36PM): I said yes to Marshall. And hush, you don't need to bribe me with my girlfriend's presence.

She then locked her phone and chucked it on her bed, turning to her chest of drawers. She pulled open her pyjama drawer and grabbed a pair of pink silk bottoms, before grabbing Marceline's rock shirt from under her pillow. She sniffed the shirt and smiled – it still had Marceline's intoxicating scent on it. Then, she tugged off the pink t-shirt she was wearing and pulled Marceline's shirt on, grabbing her purple hoodie from the hook on the back of her door. She smiled and sniffed the shirt again, before she zipped up her hoodie and returned to getting everything sorted for the night.

She arrived at Marshall and Marceline's house, hoping that her girlfriend would be the one to open the front door, but was met with the smiling face of Finn. "Hey, Bubblegum! How are you?"

"I'm good, Finn. You?" Bonnie politely replied, stepping inside. He was still a little scraped up – he had a fading black eye and his lip was split in two different places, and Bonnie could see the hand of his prosthetic right arm coming out of the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

"I'm feeling a lot better. I'm glad you came." He responded.

She kicked her shoes off and followed the blond boy into the living room, where all of her friends were sitting. She scanned the room – to her disappointment, there was no Marceline. "Hi, guys."

"You actually came." Fionna shot her a look of mock surprise. "Can anyone else believe that she actually came?"

"I don't know," Lady said, smirking up at Bonnibel, "I mean, this Bubblegum-Bot is pretty impressive."

Bonnie just rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch next to Jake. "You guys are so annoying. I'm starting to regret leaving my house."

Marshall rolled his eyes at her. "Shut up. You're going to have fun. We're going to play trashy sleepover games and Simon is buying alcohol for us at the store."

Bonnie recoiled, an uneasy feeling in her stomach. "There's going to be alcohol?"

"Yeah," He nodded. "I asked for some beers and I think he's getting Marceline some vodka."

Although Bonnie really didn't want to partake in the consumption of alcohol, she couldn't help but imagine a drunk Marceline. That would be hilarious. "Speaking of your sister, where is she?"

"In her room." He informed her, "But you're not going to be antisocial with her yet. We have stuff to do."

"Yeah," Lady added, "And you're not leaving until we're satisfied you've had enough fun. Then you can go and watch Netflix with your girlfriend."

Bonnie's eyes widened to the point they were about to pop out of her skull, and the rest of her friends – aside from Finn – were just as shocked. She couldn't believe Lady had just said that, and judging by the look on her friend's face, she couldn't either. "I don't know what you're talking about. Marceline isn't my girlfriend."

Of course, she was lying, but she wasn't sure how the rest of her friends would take the news. She knew Fionna, LSP and Cake weren't exactly Marceline's biggest fans, and if Bonnie was dating Marceline, that might create a lot of awkwardness. Plus, LSP's presence wasn't at all comforting – Bonnie knew she was probably writing a status about her and Marceline this second.

Marshall and Jake were probably the most shocked; they hadn't been told about Bonnie's sexuality yet.

"You're…but you're not gay." Marshall pointed out, looking around for confirmation. "You guys didn't know she was gay, right?"

Jake shook his head. "I didn't, but it makes sense. Sometimes I'd see you looking at her and think it was a little more than platonic, if you get me."

Bonnie quickly shook her head. "I am gay, but Marceline and I aren't together." Lie.

Lady shot Bonnie an apologetic look, and Bonnie knew she was sorry. "Guys, relax, relax. I just said it as a joke because of how close they are."

Her friends collectively seemed to accept this as the truth, and Bonnie let out a deep sigh of relief. Everything was okay.

Unfortunately for Bonnie, LSP spoke up. She couldn't have just let it go, could she? "You told me you have a girlfriend."

Great, Bonnie thought, should've known that'd come back to bite me in the ass, "I do, but it's not Marceline. You guys don't know her."

Bonnie sent a collective prayer to every single religion she could think of that LSP wouldn't push the matter – luckily, she didn't. Instead, Marshall spoke up, "Hey, now I know why you weren't attracted to me on your first day."

Because I'm attracted to your sister, Bonnie thought to herself. Even if Bonnie was straight, she wouldn't date Marshall - she liked Marceline for her personality, and the twins were completely different in that aspect.

Fionna scoffed before Bonnie had a chance to respond, "No living thing in the history and the future of the entire earth will ever be attracted to you."

"Hey, I've had girlfriends before. They were attracted to me." Marshall responded.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with the blonde one, there."

Bonnibel looked up and her face immediately settled into a smile; Marceline was stood against the door frame, looking over to her. Before Marshall could shoot back with a snarky comment, Bonnie spoke. "Hey! I was wondering why you weren't in here. I thought you said you'd join in with us."

Finn nodded. "Yeah, that's what you told me at the hospital."

"I said I'd think about it." Marceline rolled her eyes. "And I did."

"And what did you decide?" Bonnie asked.

Marceline walked into the room and sat down next to Bonnie, putting her hand over her girlfriend's – it was subtle, but Bonnie was a little nervous of someone noticing. "I decided I want to hang out with you."

Bonnie grinned, pulling Marceline in for a hug. "Awesome. We'll have fun, I promise."

Marceline gave her a gentle squeeze back and whispered, "You know, for some reason I doubt that."

Bonnie rolled her eyes as her arms fell back to her sides, "You will. Even if you don't, I'll make you have fun."

"Forced fun? Sounds intimidating." Marceline sardonically shot back, before shuffling on the couch a little so she was closer to Bonnie, her hand tentatively resting on Bonnie's thigh.

Bonnie's cheeks turned a subtle pink and she cleared her throat and turned to her friends, trying to focus on anything that wasn't the placement of her girlfriend's cold hand. "So…uh – you guys said we'd be playing games?"

LSP's face radiated happiness at Bonnie's subject change; more excuse to gossip, Bonnie assumed. A proud smile slowly worked its way onto the other girl's face. "That was my idea."

Bonnie – who knew absolutely nothing about sleepover games and was still rather flustered with the rather frustrating position Marceline's hand was in – decided to continue the conversation. "Oh? And what sort of games are we going to be playing?"

"Never Have I Ever, Spin the Bottle, stuff like that." LSP's tone implied that Bonnie's scarce knowledge of sleepover games was some sort of travesty.

"Spin the Bottle with you people?" Marceline crinkled her nose in disgust. "I'd rather set myself on fire."

Before anyone could respond, Bonnie put a hand on Marceline's shoulder and shook her head. She shot her girlfriend a pleading look, and murmured, "Marcy, please."

Marceline heavily blew air from her nose before giving Bonnie's thigh a soft squeeze – a gesture that gave Bonnie goosebumps. "Okay. I'll try my best to keep my sarcastic comments to myself."

Bonnibel sent her a grateful look. "Thanks." Then, addressing everyone else in the room, she said, "When are we going to start playing these games?"

"Once Simon brings the beers back." Marshall said, "He should be back soon, though – he left about ten minutes before you showed up."

Bonnie nodded, before stretching and cracking her knuckles. "Well, I'm sure we can pass the time by playing some Mario Kart. I'm in the mood to kick some butt."

"Turn the Wii on," Fionna said to Marshall. She turned to Bonnie with a smirk. "I bet I could beat you."

"Famous last words." Bonnie said, as a smug smile spread across her face. "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Is that a challenge I hear?" Fionna questioned.

"It might be." Bonnibel replied as Jake stood up and picked up two of the four controllers.

He passed one to Fionna and one to Bonnie, and sank down on the floor near the TV next to Marshall. "I really want to see how this plays out."

Bonnie laid down on the sofa and stretched so her legs were on Marceline's lap. She held her controller with one hand as Fionna got her remote synced up to the console. Bonnie made eye contact with Marceline and grinned, "You want to join us? I bet Fionna couldn't handle the extreme amount of cheating that occurs when you play Mario Kart."

Marceline scoffed, "I don't cheat. I just…get a little too enthusiastic."

"And throw your opponent's controller across the room," Bonnie finished, "Which I think probably classes as cheating."

"You know what?" Marceline pushed Bonnie's legs off her, "Since you called me a cheater, you don't get a footrest."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face ruined her faux irritation. Her gaze flicked from Marceline to the TV, and she selected her usual character.

(Naturally, it was Princess Peach.)

As if on cue, Marceline laughed, "Seriously?"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "What?"

Marceline bit on her lip to contain another bout of laughter before explaining, "You hate it when I call you princess, and then you pick the princess character."

Bonnie nonchalantly shrugged. "I like her. She was always my character when I played this game with Gracie."

"Is that one of your New York friends?" Bonnie glanced up to see Marshall shooting her a quizzical look.

Quickly, she shook her head. "No, she's my little cousin. I told you I used to go round to hers and look after her, right?"

He seemed to remember their conversation at the arcade and nodded. "Yeah, I remember what you're talking about now."

Fionna flicked through the races and landed on a specific one. Bonnibel rolled her eyes – Rainbow Road. Everyone always chose this one when they wanted to beat her; the extra practice had given her the advantage.

As they began the race, Bonnie noticed that Fionna was similar to Marceline when she played video games – there was a lot of shouting at the screen. At least no controllers went flying across the room. Bonnie, on the other hand, stayed as calm as possible, one hand steadily controlling her character on the screen.

Naturally, Bonnie won the race, but it was close – Fionna was close to overtaking her as she crossed the finish line.

As Bonnie won, she wore a triumphant smile and announced, "And I'm still the champion."

"Has anyone ever actually beaten you at this game?" Fionna huffed as she gave her controller back to Marshall.

"Come on, Bonnibel! It'll be fun."

"Bea," Bonnie let out a small sigh – video games weren't her thing, "You know I suck at games like this."

"Exactly," Bea responded, putting a controller on Bonnie's lap. She sent Bonnie a smile, and the pink haired girl's stomach did a backflip, "So I know I'll win."

"I really don't think I'll enjoy this." Bonnie insisted, putting the controller to the side.

Bea pouted and Bonnie's knees went weak. "Please?"

After holding a defiant stare for a few seconds, Bonnie's face broke out into a smile. "Okay, fine."

Bonnie came back to the present, and bobbed her head in confirmation, a sad smile on her face. "Yeah. It was a long time ago."

"Hey!" Marceline sat up, "I beat you one time."

"You threw my controller across the room." Bonnie pointed out, chuckling. "I hardly think that counts."

Marceline pouted and sunk down in her seat, muttering, "I still won."

Bonnie let a relaxed smile settle on her face and subtly laced her fingers with Marceline's rough, calloused ones. Yeah, Bonnie thought, Marceline is much better than she ever was.

"So…what's the point of this game, exactly?" Bonnie asked as she sat down in the circle between Finn and Jake.

To her surprise, Gumball was the one to explain. "Basically, you say something you've never done, and if someone else has done it, they drink."

Bonnie glanced down at the beer bottle in her hand; although she'd agreed to have one, she didn't want to end up drunk. "Alright..."

Marshall cleared his throat. "I'll start and we'll go round in a circle from me. Never have I ever…been in a car crash."

Bonnie's eyes flicked around the circle, and she saw Marceline drink from her glass of vodka. Her eyes widened and she reached across and grabbed her girlfriend's hand. "You've been in a car crash?"

"Yeah." Marceline casually responded. "I mean, I didn't get seriously hurt or anything, so it was no big deal. I was like, 9."

Marshall nudged her when she didn't continue. "It's your turn to say something you haven't done."

"I'm thinking." Marceline rolled her eyes and bit on her lip, before continuing. "Never have I ever intentionally done drugs."

Again, Bonnie's eyes scanned the circle. Nobody moved a muscle, until Marshall put his beer bottle to his lips and took a swig. Once he'd finished, he shrugged and said, "I've smoked pot before. Besides, you have done drugs, Marce."

"Not intentionally." Marceline replied, staring down at her glass. She looked up to see everyone's eyes trained on her in curiosity. Bonnie had a feeling she knew what Marceline was going to say. "I accidentally ate a pot brownie when I was fourteen."

Fionna burst out laughing, "How did you accidentally eat a pot brownie?"

"Well," Bonnie melted at the adorable smile on Marceline's face, which her girlfriend wasn't exactly doing very well at concealing, "It was the first party I'd ever been to and I didn't know that pot brownies were a thing. I just thought it was a regular brownie. I don't know, man."

"That is hilarious." Fionna laughed. "Alright…never have I ever been in a relationship before."

Bonnie frowned in distaste and looked down at the beer bottle in her hands. She took a small sip and cringed a little at the bitter taste, watching around the circle as other people drank. Excluding herself, the people who drank were Marceline, Marshall, Jake and Lady.

It was Jake's turn next. "Never have I ever had a crush on someone of the same sex."

Marceline downed the rest of her drink; Bonnie took another tiny sip of hers. Gumball also drank, and Bonnie felt horrible for him when Marshall didn't.

"Wait," Fionna spoke up, "Do you mean just attracted to them or like a genuine 'I want to date them' thing?"

"Where you want to date them." Jake explained, before pointing at Marceline. "I get those two drinking," He gestured between Gumball and Bonnie, "But I didn't know you were gay. You had a boyfriend in freshman year."

Marceline raised an eyebrow and managed to convey the perfect amount of annoyance on her face. "Bisexuality is a thing, dumbass."

Jake nodded – Bonnie saw the flash of fright in his eyes at Marceline's annoyed tone – and then looked between Gumball and Bonnibel. "What crushes have you guys had?"

Bonnie was the one to speak up first, "I had a crush on my best friend in New York. She ditched me when I told her."

"That sucks, dude." Jake consoled, before nodding at Gumball, "And you?"

Gumball looked like a deer caught in headlights – his eyes widened and Bonnie was sure he turned at least three shades paler. "I…I don't want to say."

"That's okay, man." Jake sent him an understanding smile, before nudging Bonnibel with his elbow. "It's your turn to say something you've never done."

"Um…never have I ever had sex."

Once she said the words, Bonnie's gaze subtly flicked up to Marceline, who had grabbed her vodka bottle and started filling up her cup. Once she'd filled it, she put it to one side, and Bonnie couldn't help but breathe a little sigh of relief. If they ever did do that, it would be Marceline's first time, too.

A lot of her friends did drink, however. Lady, Jake, Marshall, LSP and Cake all took swigs from their beer bottles. Bonnie didn't ask questions; this was something she didn't want the explanations of.

They went around the circle four or five more times and played a few rounds of truth or dare – which featured Bonnie being dared to make out with Gumball and Marceline being dared to chug two beers – before Cake switched the game and put her empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle. Bonnibel held out her beer bottle, which was still three quarters full. "Anyone want this?"

Marceline held out her hand – which wasn't exactly very steady. "I'll have it."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "You've drunk half of that vodka by yourself and had two beers. I'm not assisting you in getting even drunker."

Marceline scoffed. "I'm not drunk. Half the bottle only has like 7 or 8 units. I'm barely even tipsy."

Bonnie just rolled her eyes and passed the beer to Jake. As much as she found the thought of Marceline drunk amusing, intoxicated people frightened her a little.

Finn was the one to lean forward and spin the bottle first; it landed on Fionna. The two leaned across and shared an awkward kiss, which a drunk Marshall wolf-whistled during – earning him a smack in the shoulder from Fionna.

Fionna then spun the bottle around until it landed on Bonnie.

Awkwardly, Bonnie gave Fionna a peck on the lips before sending Marceline an apologetic look.

(Did that count as cheating?)

Luckily, when Bonnie spun the bottle, it landed on Marceline, and she leaned forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Marceline's lips – she didn't want to make anything too obvious.

Bonnie sat back down, a pink blush on her cheeks, and watched as Marceline spun the bottle – it landed on Lady.

Bonnibel felt a surge of jealousy as Marceline put her vodka down and kissed Lady. She knew she was being petty and she knew it didn't mean anything, but Marceline was her girlfriend. But, when Marceline nearly fell backwards after kissing Lady and burst out laughing, Bonnie realised her girlfriend really wasn't as sober as she'd previously said.

Ignoring that the bottle was still spinning, Bonnie moved from her position in the circle and touched a hand to Marceline's shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm great, Bonnie." Marceline was wearing an enthusiastic smile. "I feel light."

"You're drunk." Bonnie stated, entwining her fingers with Marceline's.

Marceline quickly shook her head and pulled Bonnie close to her, gulping down more of her vodka. "I'm not drunk! I'm just happy. Can't I be happy without people assuming it's because of alcohol?"

Bonnie let out a heavy sigh and took Marceline's vodka from her hand, which elicited a small whine from the dark haired girl which made Bonnie's stomach do a flip. "I think you need to take a break. Let's go get some water for you, yeah?"

Marceline let Bonnie help her up, and the dark haired girl held tightly onto Bonnie's hand as Bonnie addressed the rest of the group. "I'm going to get her some water. You guys continue the game while we're gone."

Bonnie then led Marceline towards the kitchen by the hand, the dark haired girl skipping along behind her. She sat Marceline down at the kitchen table and put her hands firmly on her girlfriend's shoulders. "Stay."

Marceline nodded, idly smiling up at Bonnie. "Okay."

Bonnie grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it up with water, turning to Marceline. Bonnie couldn't help but let out a little 'aw' at how Marceline was sat looking absolutely adorable, swinging her legs backwards and forwards and happily humming a melody.

Bonnie carefully pressed the glass into Marceline's palm. "Drink up."

Marceline nodded and obediently did as Bonnie said, before pushing herself up out of her seat and kissing her girlfriend; Bonnie's stomach did ten backflips in a row. "Thank you, Bonnie. Can we go back and play the game now?"

Bonnie let out a little sigh – she couldn't deny Marceline anything. She should've known Marceline was an adorable, happy drunk. "Okay."

Marceline jumped up in happiness and nearly fell over, steadying herself on Bonnie. Then, she headed for the kitchen door and knocked into the door frame, bursting into a little fit of laughter, "Fuck. There's a door there."

Bonnie felt her knees go weak at Marceline's innocent smile, and she grabbed her girlfriend by the hand and walked her back into the room. "Come on, let's sit down in the circle."

Apparently, 'sitting down' meant something different to Marceline – once Bonnie sat back in her spot from earlier, Marceline got herself comfortable on Bonnie's lap. Marceline gently wrapped her arms around Bonnie and pressed a kiss to Bonnie's neck.

Bonnie flushed bright red – especially because of her drunken friends' teasing – and tentatively pushed Marceline off her. Her heart was beating ten times faster and she had to calm herself down before looking down to an upset Marceline. "Why won't you let me kiss you?"

"That's just…a little too much for in front of my friends, Marceline. They don't know." Bonnie explained, although she knew she was the only sober one in the room and that most of her friends were too drunk to care.

Marceline nodded and snuggled against Bonnie. "Okay. Sorry."

Bonnibel shot her girlfriend a soft smile and gestured towards the door. "Do you want to go up to your room?"

Marceline bobbed her head in confirmation and found Bonnie's hand. "Yeah, okay. Can we watch a movie?"

"Sure," Bonnie replied as she stood up, "Whatever movie you like."

The dark haired girl smiled before she stood up and nearly toppled over again, but Bonnie quickly supported her with her arm and let Marceline out of the room. Bonnie helped her girlfriend upstairs – it was much easier than helping Keila up the first time Bonnie had met the other girl – and pushed open the door to Marceline's room.

Bonnie closed the door and Marceline made her way over to the bed, staggering a little. The pink haired girl watched after her to make sure she didn't fall on her face or break something, before sitting down next to her girlfriend. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off when Marceline collided with her and pushed her down on the bed.

She felt Marceline kissing her almost violently, and Bonnie's fear of drunk people came back full force. She couldn't help it; they were reckless and unpredictable from her experiences, and she really didn't like where this was going.

She roughly pushed her girlfriend off, and Marceline pouted at her but sat up. "Why ruin the fun? That was hot."

Bonnie shook her head and moved off the bed, leaning against Marceline's dresser. "You know I'm not comfortable with things like that."

"What? Kissing?" Marceline moved off the bed and stumbled over to Bonnie. "You always kiss me."

Bonnie shook her head and backed away from Marceline, "No, kissing that leads somewhere."

Marceline reached out and grabbed Bonnie's hand, pulling the pink haired girl closer to her. Bonnie wanted to break away from her – who knows what Marceline could do – but then felt a pair of arms wrap around her and her head chin was guided to Marceline's shoulder. "I didn't want to do that."

"You just frightened me." Bonnie murmured into Marceline's shoulder. "I'm sorry for overreacting."

Marceline kissed the top of Bonnie's head and beamed. "Come on, let's have a slumber party!"

As Marceline dived back on her bed and did some sort of awkward backwards-roll towards her pillow, Bonnie couldn't help but laugh.

Maybe hanging out with her drunk girlfriend wouldn't be so bad.