"Are you sure I look okay, Keila?" Marceline inspected herself in the full body mirror attatched to the wall of their shared RV. She'd spent the last hour going through her entire wardrobe trying to find something to wear. Suddenly the normal, confident Marceline was nervous and insecure.

"Dude, you look fine. You always look fine. What's gotten into you? You're never this..." Keila glared at her friend, waving her hand around to gesture at the singer. "Whatever this is."

"Yeah man. You were totes fine during our set. We did great, the crowd loved us. Whats got you in a tizzy?" Guy slouched into the table booth of the RV, joining in on the conversation.

"Nothing, I just..." Marceline started to blush as she tried to not think about a certain pink girl who fucking winked at her. "I want to look good. Everyone that is preforming will be there." The rocker paused, biting her lip as she imagined running into Bonnibel. "You never know, we may meet some big names." She lied. She definitely, totally, did not want to look good for Princess Bubblegum. Why would she?

"Whatever you say Marcy. Just hurry the fuck up so we can actually make the party, yeah? We are already late and Bongo is already there." Keila rolled her dark brown eyes as she turned around, promptly exiting the RV. Guy stood up and quickly followed the curly haired woman without another word.

Marceline let out a deep sigh, once again staring at her reflection in the mirror. She currently was wearing a blood red corset that was tied tightly up her back, and a pair of very tight leather pants that she definitely did not wear on purpose because they made her butt look damn good. Her eyelids clad with dark, cat like eyeliner and lipstick that matched the color of her corset. She noded to herself. Yeah, this will have to do.

She grabbed her leather jacket off the table and practically ran out the door. Her band mates left her behind, which didn't bother her. She made her way through the maze of trailers and tour buses, following the sound of loud party music and the bright, glowing light which she assumed was a bonfire.

It didnt take Marceline very long to find her band mates, who also already found Bongo, their drummer. Keila had been having a conversation with him in Sign Language before Marceline threw her arms around them with a giant grin on her face.

"You guys ready to party?"

And they did just that. It took no time at all for the band to b-line for the drinks, smiling and making small talk with some other big names at the festival. Through the night they were approached by many familiar names in the music indutry.

First there was BMO, a well known EDM DJ who's whole schtick was video games. Many of his songs were influenced by retro video games. Marceline noted he was a strange kid, much younger than you would expect. Definitely not old enough to drink but hell, Marceline isn't the fun police.

Then they came across a rapper named Bear, who wasn't a complete asshole, but definitely a little full of himself. He complimented The Scream Queens, congratulating them on their first preformance, then quickly disapeared to his fellow rappers.

There were a few other big names in the mix, but it was all the same to Marceline. They all welcomed the band, praising their set for the day, saying they look forward to the next one, blah blah blah.

After a few hours and many, many drinks later, Marceline stood leaning against a trailer, one foot propped up against it. She took a sip of her beer as a drunk Keila joined her. They stood in silence, admiring the light coming off the bonfire. The silence didn't last long though.

"So you gonna tell me what's going on with you or what?" Keila asked, turning to face her friend.

"Nothing is going on with me, Keila. Just got the jitters, being here is a big deal." Marceline lied. She was a very bad liar, especially when she was drunk.

"I know you're lying, Marceline. Seriously, I'm supposed to be your best friend, what's going on?" Keila gently punched her friends arm, now finally getting Marceline to look at her.

"Ugh. It's just," Marceline groaned, hitting her head against the trailer behind her. "When I took a walk earlier I ran into-"

"Marrrceelllliiiinneee!" A familiar, high pitched voice broke through the crowd of people, interrupting Marceline. The duo squinted their eyes, trying to figure out who was calling out. Keilas jaw dropped to the floor as she watched a very drunk Princess Bubblegum stumble her way over to Marceline. "There you are! I've been," she hiccuped, "looking for you all night!"

Marceline watched in awe, feeling that warm sensation return to her cheeks. Bubblegum was standing much taller than earlier in the day. She took note at the 4 inch, bright pink platform boots that went up to her lower calfs. A matching pair of thigh high leggings, the same pink pleaded skirt from earlier, and a long sleeve crop top that left very little to the imagination as it sat hanging off her shoulders.

The pink woman approached the two, slinging her arm around Marceline who was now about the same height thanks to her boots. Marceline could smell the strawberry perfume and alcohol breath coming off the woman. Yeah, she was very drunk.

"Bubblegum, hey." Marceline felt the blush deepen as Bubblegum leaned into her. She had no right to smell this good, honestly.

"You look so good in that outfit, Marcy." Bubblegum leaned into Marceline more, whispering into her ear. The rocker tried her damned best to ignore the pet name, feeling that pinging feeling in her stomach again.

"Um, since when are you two buddies?" Keila chimed in, looking quite puzzled at the situation unfolding in front of her. "Seriously, what?"

"Uh, we ran into each other before you called, we uh, we talked for a little bit." Marceline scratched at the back of her neck, trying to ignore the drunken Bonnibel still leaned up against her.

"Oh! Is this your guitar player? It's so nice to meet you!" Bubblegum reached a hand out to shake Keilas, causing her to lose her balance and almost fall over. Almost, because Marceline may have been holding onto her a little more than she was aware of.

"Ooohhhhhh." Keila exclaimed, starting to pick up on why Marceline has been weird all day and now blushing like a smitten idiot. Marceline scowled at her friend, muttering the words 'shut it' as to not embarass herself.

"You guys were so good on stage. Seriously, wow." Bubblegum smiled at the two. "Wait! We should totally do a music together. That would be so-" she drunkenly hiccuped again, "-amazing." She slapped her hand against Marcelines chest, feeling her cold skin against her soft hands.

"Okay, wow, you are very drunk. How about we get you back to your trailer before you hurt yourself, Princess." Marceline pushed herself up off the trailer, keeping her hold on her pink friend so she doesnt fall. Their eyes breifly met, Bubblegum frowning at her new friend.

"Ugh, I hate that name. Don't call me that." The preformer pushed herself off Marceline, waving her hands around at nothing.

"What, Princess Bubblegum?" Keila asked, confused as to what else they would call her.

"It's such a dumb name. Like who even picked that? Oh, that's right, my uptight mother, that's who." Bonnibel rolled her eyes, falling back into Marcelines arms. "Can you carry me Marcy, please?" She looked up at Marceline, giving her the cutest, widest puppy dog eyes Marceline has ever seen and oh my god was she so cute.

"Alright Bonnibel, let's get you inside." Just as Marceline went to lift Bonnibel up into her arms, another body came through the crowd and approached them. As the man got closer, Bonnibel instantly frowned in disgust.

"Leave me alone, Braco. God, why are you so difficult to get rid of?" Bubblegum spat, rolling her eyes as the man smirked.

"Awe, cmon Princess. You know we belong together, we practically own this industry." He took a step closer, completely disregarding Marceline and Keila.

"As if." Bonnibel made a move to hide behind Marceline. "Marrrccyy, help me." The pink woman pouted. Braco took a step closer, now only a few feet away from them. Marceline followed his movements, stepping closer and straightening out her back so she could appear taller and more intimidating.

"The lady asked to leave her alone. I'd suggest you respect her wishes." Marceline said bluntly, her face still and void of any emotion. Yeah, she really didnt like this guy.

"And who the hell are you?" Braco responded, furrowing his brows as the woman. "You know what? I know who you are. A nobody. I could destroy your career, you know that?" All marceline could do was laugh in response.

"I have a feeling Bonnibel won't let that happen." Marceline grinned, placing an arm behind her to make sure Bonnibel was still okay. She grabbed onto her hand and squeezed tightly. That did not go unnoticed by Keila, who had been watching in awe this entire time.

"Seriously, Bubblegum? You're going to let some dyke speak for you?" Broc scoffed, peering behind the darker woman to look at Bonnie.

"Okay, yup, this conversation is over." Keila stepped inbetween Marceline and Braco with her back facing him. "Go make sure your friend here gets back safely, I'll take care of this jerk." She jammed her thumb in the direction of Braco, who was now faltering backwords and trying to make a quick escape. Marceline nodded as she pulled Bonnibel away from her ex, dragging her in the direction of her tour bus.

She didnt bother looking back, she was sure Keila could handle herself. Especially with Bongo and Guy nearby.

The two weaved in between all of the trailers before finally finding Bubblegums. Surprisingly so, her own bus wasnt as pink as she was. It had an all black exterior with very dark, tinted windows.

Bubblegum attempted to step up the small staircase, tripping over herself in the process. Marceline did her best to catch her, pulling her back up and helping her inside the bus. Once inside, Bonnibel collapsed onto the couch, leaning her head back into the cushions.

"He's such a jerk, being with him was the longest, most miserable time of my life." Bonnibel pouted, turning her head to face her new friend who was now looking around the bus, admiring how big it was.

To the left of the bus was a small kitchenette area, with a full sized sink and a smaller fridge AND dishwasher. Just past that was the couch which Bonnibel currently resided on. To the right was a table and booth, similar to Marcelines but much bigger and much nicer. Behind that was a massive flat screen television.

Just through the living area was a closet, a bathroom, and a bedroom stocked with a full sized bed, LED lights (which, surprise! Were pink) and a very cushy pink bedset styled with furry pink pillows. Truly a bed for a princess.

"What made you date that weebus anyway?" Marceline finally came to, realizing Bonnibel had been speaking to her. She tried to hold back the blush creeping on her face as she saw her friend pouting. God, she was cute.

"My mother. She didn't give me much of a choice." Bonnibel spread her body out on the couch, now looking up at the roof. "I feel dizzy..." she slurred her words. Marceline immediately ran into the bathroom and grabbed the small trash can stashed behind the toilet. She handed it to Bonnibel just in time for her to empty her stomach into the can. She nodded in appreciation as Marceline held her hair back, continuing to throw up.

After a few moments when Bonnibel was done puking, she set the trash down and rested her head in Marcelines lap, who was now sat next to her. Marceline tucked the pink strands of hair behind her ear as she lay there.

"What do you mean you weren't given a choice?" Marceline asked. She really didn't want to pry, but she couldnt help but be curious.

"I told my mom I was gay and she said I wasn't allowed to be. That it was better this way, better publicity or whatever." Bonnibel groaned, waving her hand about. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to shake the massive headache creeping its way in. It only took a few moments before she shot up in horror, eyes wide and staring directly at Marceline. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that outloud. My mom is going to kill me!"

"Whoa whoa, chill out dude." Marceline placed her hands on her shoulder. "I won't tell a soul. Pinky promise." She held out her hand with only her pinky finger sticking out. Bonnibel smiled with relief as she wrapped her pinky around Marcelines.

Afterall, she takes her pinky promises very seriously.

They both lingered for a few moments, both with rosy cheeks. Though Marceline would convince herself Bonnibels cheeks were only red because of the alcohol.

The rocker let out an awkward cough before standing up, taking her hands back down to her sides. She looked around, eyes settling on the mini fridge tucked underneath the kitchen counter. She opened it up, grabbing the first water bottle she sees and shoves it into her friends hand.

"Here, drink up." Bonnibel nodded silently before cracking open the bottle and chugging half of its contents. She threw the bottle down next to her before bending down and starting the very tedious process of removing those massive boots.

Marceline tried her best not to laugh at the sight of The Princess Bubblegum, wasted, and trying to remove those big platforms of hers. It was quite the sight.

"Here, let me help you Bonnie." Marceline knealed down infront of her, assisting with unlacing the miles of laces tied up her ankles. She pulled down the zipper and pulled the heavy boots off with ease, then repeated the process for the other.

Once the platforms were abandoned, Marceline stood back up and looked around again. She walked up to the big closet near the bedroom. She placed her hand on one of the drawers before looking over at the slugged woman.

"Can I uh, have permission to grab you some pajamas?" Bonnibel smiled brightly at Marceline before nodding her head.

"Bottom drawer." She slurred, now covering her eyes with her hand. Those lights were too bright. Marceline pulled out the bottom drawer, exposing a wide variety of pink fabrics. Light pink, neon pink, a little purple, oh! Some more pink. She ruffled through the drawer until she spotted something that wasnt pink. No, burried underneath the sea of bubblegum was a peice of black fabric.

Marcelines fingers traced over it before curiosity got the best of her. She pulled the shirt out of the drawer, unfolding it to expose the graphic on the front. Her eyes went wide in shock as she looked over the design.

A pool of water with a brown snake, and two toasted marshmallows that were on fire, stuck on a stick that the snake was wrapped around. At the top of the graphic were the words 'Scream Queens'.

No way did Bonnibel have this shirt. They dont even have these ones available for sale anymore, they're years old. Actually, this shirt design was the first one they ever put out. It was at least 3 or 4 years old. Marceline poked her head back out of the bedroom, stepping closer to her drunken friend who, wow, was now sporting natural red hair and a mop of pink sitting on her lap.

"Okay, wow, that was a wig? You know what, nevermind, where did you get this from?" Marceline held up the shirt infront of Bubblegum, who instantly snatched it away from her. Her neck and face now matching the color her own hair.

"I bought it." Bonnie pouted, looking everywhere except Marceline.

"Oh my god." Marceline laughed. "You are a fan! For a long time too, that shirt is ancient." Bonnibel hid her face in the shirt out of embarrassment, she was way to drunk to be dealing with this. She mumbled something through the shirt that Marceline couldnt quite make out.

'"Sorry what was that? I cant hear you through my shirt." Bonnibel could hear the sarcasm coming through her voice. She placed the shirt on her lap with the wig, but stayed looking down at the floor.

"I went to a show years ago. I wear it to bed. Its comfortable." she pouted.

"I can't believe Princess Bubblegum likes metal, I hope you know I'm never letting this go." Marceline smirked. "Now get changed so we can get your butt to bed." Bonnibel obliged, immediately pulling her crop top off, not caring that Marceline is just inches away. The taller woman quickly turned around, face getting even more red as she may or may not have seen Bonnibels lacey pink bralette.

Bonnibel removed all her clothes except for her thigh high leggings, a pair of underwear, and Marcelines shirt. Her red hair now tied up into a messy bun, her clothes and pink wig forgotten about along with her boots. She stood up from the couch and gently poked her friend in the back to let her know she was done.

Marceline whipped her body around to face Bubblegum, her smile widening as she takes in the view.

Wow. Princess Bubblegum. Bonnibel. Wearing my shirt. My bands tshirt. That she bought on her own, Marceline thought to herself.

"Looks good on you." She said bluntly, definitely trying not to sound like she's flirting. Bonnies face went red again before she wrapped her arms around her friends waist, hiding her red cheeks in Marcelines neck.

"Thank you." She mumbled into her cold neck. Marceline felt the warmth of her breath against her skin and the scent of strawberries overpowering her nose.

"Uh, yeah, no problem." Marceline stood stiff in nervousness.

"No," Bonnibel looked up at Marceline, looking into her light amber eyes. "Thank you for helping me today. Earlier when I was crying, then with Braco, and now. You don't know me and yet you've been so kind. Thank you."

"Anytime, Bonnibel." Marceline wrapped her arms around the shorter girl, giving her a comforting squeeze before pulling away. She noted how even in this state, she had this powerful natural beauty. "Let's get you to bed."

It didn't take long for Bonnibel to fall asleep, but Marceline did stick around to make sure she did. She wasn't looking forward to getting back to her own trailer, she had a feeling her mates would have many questions coming her way.

And she was right, of course.