Author's notes: and we're half way there! Thanks for hangin' in, guys! I hope these aren't too redundant.

/50/ Party

Plastic cups were discarded across nearly every flat surface, aluminum cans and glass wine bottles were discarded wherever. This was the second or maybe third or even fourth night (the days were beginning to blur together) that Marceline's place was packed with friends, and friends of friends and some inhabitants of Ooo whom she'd never met.

She didn't care. She wanted to dance, to have fun, to drink, to preform, and to sing her heart out. She wanted to get to tier three or four with someone – it didn't even matter who. Hell, she wasn't sure she would tell Ash to go die in a fire if he showed up...

She pressed her back against the wooden bathroom door, a cup half-filled with warm red wine in her palm. She could hear the music, and the talking. She drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms tight around them. She buried her face, trying to will the tears to stop.