The night soon fell upon the town of Echo Creek as Marco awaited his new... group of people to arrive. He had recently agreed to a sleepover while his parents were away on business. He was knowingly keen on using the words "friends" and "band" in the same sentence.

Marco proficiently practiced his knife twirling to perfection as he waited. He liked to picture himself as the gangster in the oldies. The kind of movies where the nice guy was nice, the mean guy was mean, and the guy with the gun always won out. They – along with Star, of course – were his sole solace in the life he was currently in right now. He'd just hoped that the future wasn't like Mad Max or The Warriors, because no matter how super it would've been... it would've been super SCARY as well.

The doorbell rang out and Marco placed away his butterfly knife as he headed downstairs. He threw the door open and his girlfriend standing at the entrance with a smile on her face (using the term "girlfriend" loosely here),

"Hi, Marco."

"Hey, Star."

Both shared a hug before she entered inside, "So, how's everybody? Are they coming?" Marco asked.

"No, but I will." Star jokingly jested, hoping that her boyfriend (again, using the term "boyfriend" loosely here) would get the rather juvenile joke.

Marco was disappointed at first, but he took in what Star actually said and turned to face her, a sly smirk growing. The couple instantly leaped at each other and began locking lips, a first for them both; it took one simple joke for them both to get horny in a split second. Unfortunately, it couldn't come at the worst possible moment.

Dipper silently sauntered inside and was greeted with a gratuitous make-out session. He softly shuddered to himself and reached inside his sleeping bag for his red whistle, deciding enough was enough.

*TWEET!*

Marco and Star screamed and clung onto each other for dear life, both frowning upon a chuckling Dipper, "I'm here, boss."

"I can see that, Mason. Although you didn't have to be a dick and ruin me and Marco's moment," Star said in frustration.

"Super dick move, dude," Marco added with a glare.

"And look how many fucks I give," Dipper said, pointing at his now deadpan face.

"Now, Dippy, play nice," Came the voice of Wendy as she walked in the door.

"Alright, I'll let the lovebirds make out or whatever," He said, walking up to his girlfriend and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Just then, they heard a pair of car doors close outside and Penn and Sashi walked in, carrying a few cases of various forms of alcohol. Beer, wine, vodka, and cider were included among their haul.

"Ladies and gents, we bring you the gift of alcohol! The cause and solution to all life's problems!" Penn said as if he were a circus ringmaster as he brought the drinks into the kitchen and set them down on the island.

"Aw hell yeah! Time to get wasted, bitches!" Wendy exclaimed, grabbing a beer and popping the top before chugging the bottle's contents.


-Two Hours Later-

It was nearly midnight as the newly formed band continued to drink, talk, and have a good time. After an hour of playing video games, they decided to play a classic game held at parties: Truth or Dare. They had been playing for a good few minutes and things were really starting to heat up.

"Alright Penn, truth or dare?" Wendy asked.

"Truth."

"How many times do you and Sashi have sex in a week?"

"A week? Let me think for a moment," He said as he thought for a minute, "On average I'd say... ten times."

At that moment, all the others men booed in disbelief.

"No way, man," Dipper said with a scoff.

"I'm with Dipper here, Penn," Marco said with a smile.

"Nah, I can believe it. Sashi told me they do it twice a day on weekends," Star said, taking a sip from her beer.

"Thrice if it's a holiday," Sashi added, taking a big swig from her drink.

"God damn," Marco chuckled, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. "How the hell are you two even still standing?"

Penn merely shrugged at that.

"High libido and a crap-ton of stamina I guess," he replied casually. "So who's turn is it now?"

"My turn, I think," Marco said.

"Alright, Marco. Truth or Dare?" Penn asked with a grin.

"Truth."

"Alright then, what exactly happened between you and your old band to make them kick you out?" He asked, causing Marco to stop just before he took a sip from his beer. He then lowered it and set it back on the coffee table, a look of sadness now making up his face. Seeing this, Star placed a hand on his to comfort him.

"Hey, it's okay, Marco. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"No, no, it's fine. It's just a... difficult subject for me," He said slowly before taking a deep breath and sighing, steeling himself for the story he was about to tell, "It all started about a year ago. Me and my friends at the time were in a rock band together. Me on Lead Vocals/Guitar, Robbie on Rhythm Guitar, Kevin on Bass, Oscar on Keyboard, and Tom on Drums. We called ourselves Team Satisfaction."

"Doesn't that sound kinda gay?" Mason asked, getting some looks from everyone, "Not that there's anything wrong with that," He said defensively.

"That was kinda what we were going for. Kevin wanted to have the gayest band name ever. Unfortunately, 'Coldplay' was already taken."

"Boom! Shots fired!" Wendy exclaimed with a hard chuckle.

"So what happened?" Penn asked, his curiosity peaked along with everyone else.

At those words, Marco's face once again turned solemn.

"Well at first things were going great, we played some pretty good gigs, got our names posted all over the chat rooms, but then... well... One day we were performing this gig that was going to make us legends in the local musical community, during our performance a fire broke out due to some faulty pyrotechnics. After that, things went downhill faster than the Flash could run."

"Oh shit," Wendy gasped, a sentiment shared by the rest of the group.

"After our name was smirched, my so-called 'friends' blamed me for the whole thing, just because they needed someone to blame," Marco continued, his fists clenched in anger. "Soon after that, they kicked me out of the band, stole my songbook, and cut their losses. Within a single week, my name was tarnished and it wasn't long before rumors began to spread, ones that made it look like I started the damn fire. And the rest, as they say, is history."

"...Marco." Star muttered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as she found no other words to say.

"Shit, dude, I'm sorry to hear that," Wendy said sadly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to have even brought it up," Penn apologized.

"Don't be sorry. I think I needed that," Marco said, placing a hand on Star's before taking one last big gulp of his drink and setting down the empty can before getting up, a look of gloom still on his face.

"Listen, I think I'm gonna turn in. You guys can crash down here if you want, I'm going to bed," He finished, walking towards the staircase and going up to his room. The group was silent for a few minutes as they thought about the story that Marco had told them before Star got up from her seat and followed Marco up the stairs, a look of slight worry on her face.

"Think he's gonna be okay?" Mason asked concernedly.

"Man, I hope so," Wendy replied, sharing the same concern. "After going through something like that, I'm just surprised he's able to trust anyone again."

"We should probably turn in too." Penn suggested, stifling a yawn. "Got a lot of stuff to do in the morning."

Sashi, on the other hand, had other ideas.

"Oh Penn..." she whispered, pulling out a pair of panties from her pocket with a seductive smirk on her face.

"Actually, I think I forgot something in the car. Sash, mind helping me out with that?" He said a little too quick as he grabbed Sashi's hand and rushed out the door, leaving Wendy and Mason alone in the living room, looking at each other before Mason pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket.

"Wanna get fucked up?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Fuck yeah!" She said with excitement.


-Meanwhile-

Star climbed up the stairs to Marco's second floor and made her way to Marco's bedroom door.

"Marco?" she called out, giving the door a small knock before opening it slightly. "You okay?"

But of course what she saw next was anything but okay. Staring out the window while sitting on the floor beneath the foot of his bed was Marco... and he had the most depressing look on his face that Star had ever seen.

"... I guess not then," She sighed, closing the door behind her as she walked over towards him. "You wanna talk about it?"

"Hmm?" Marco uttered, finally acknowledging Star's presence as he lifted his head a little. "Oh... sorry Star, got a little lost in thought."

Of course Star wasn't buying that.

"Look," she said. "I wanna apologize of behalf of everyone. We didn't know that... well... we didn't realize things went so badly for you in the past."

"Look, Star, it's not a big deal."

"Yes, it is, Marco. I've never seen you this depressed before."

"That's because you've only known me three days, Star."

"Still, I hate seeing you sad, Marco. Where's the boy who I had endless conversations with over burgers? Where's the boy I danced beside to the audience of a crowded restaurant?" She asked before pausing as she got closer to him before saying in a near whisper, "Where's the boy who made love to me?" She asked.

At those words, Marco perked up and began to blush a little at the way she nearly whispered those words into his ear.

"There we go," Star said playfully, giving his arm a soft punch. "There's the Marco I know and boink!"

"Do you really have to say it like that?" Marco asked with a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow.

However, it would have seemed Star was on a role in her speech and chose to ignore that comment.

"Clearly this is a sign that you and I were destined to meet," She said, looking out of the window in a dramatic manner. "A boy down on his luck and a girl with the means to bring him the justice he needs."

But that statement only made Marco even more confused.

"Uhhhh..." He uttered, finding no words to respond to such a statement.

"Marco, I think it's time we show everyone just how wrong they were about you," Star continued. "Nobody fucks with mah man and gets away with it!"

Fake southern accent aside, Marco was now starting to see where Star was going with this.

"Yeah... Yeah, I think that could work!" Marco exclaimed, perking up as he put the pieces of the plan together.

"I'm not just gonna sit about, moping around! I'm gonna show those bastards up and show them who the real failures are!" He proclaimed.

"That's the spirit!" Star said with a fist pump, getting excited herself.

"First, I'll get out my lyrics book and then we'll start rehearsing immediately!" Marco said.

"Or..." Star began, sitting on the bed and spreading her legs, showing Marco her underwear as she gave him "Come hither" eyes. Seeing this, Marco corrected himself.

"We'll start rehearsing... in 8 hours!" He said as he came up to Star and began to passionately kiss her as she began frantically taking off his and her clothes.