Marshall was actually quite glad he took a swig of that… that odd mixture, because without it, the knots that were ever growing in his stomach probably would have taken over, and he wouldn't have grown the extra testicle it took to walk over to this blonde beauty. There's something about her that just made his mind go blank, something so mesmerising that he just couldn't place his finger on. Maybe it was the way her eyes lit up like disco balls under the flashing lights. Or the way her long hair covered the edges of her body like a curtain. It was so thick it looked like cake batter just pouring off from her head. Either way, he found her absolutely intoxicating. And that was just from looking at her.

The dark haired man took another harsh gulp of the abomination in a cup and balanced it between his fingers. Confidence is key right? Yeah totally. Be blind with confidence Marshall, that totally won't blow up in your face.

He exhaled slowly, feeling his feet against the polished wood move closer to her. Like a moth drawn into the light. His shoulders rolled back, adjusting his posture to make him seem more comfortable. Which was a total lie. You know what? While we're here, Marshall might just get this out of the way. He was a confident guy, sure. He knew how to sweet talk just about anyone into what he wanted, he had a fair grip of how the average human responded to his actions and voice. Most guys he knew do as well. But that doesn't make going up and talking to a complete stranger any less nerve wracking. Seriously, it never gets any less terrifying every time.

Anyway, back to the current situation.

Marshall glided up in front of her. He stood just under six feet, but he could tell that she was quite a bit under that. He could feel her crystal eyes digging into his, like a deer in headlights. It brought a slight smirk to his lips, obviously getting an idea of how often she gets approached. His cool demeanor gave off a very calm aurora. His dark eye locked onto hers. The colour from their irises blending together to make a perfect gradient. He could hear a nervous gulp slither down her throat, she was more nervous than he was, and she didn't even understand how weak in knees he was.

"So explain to me this" his deep tone rippling through the music. It blended together like a symphony. "You came to this party, all the way from the depths of the warmest part of your bed, and some show on Netflix, just to come here and stand all, cute-nervous in the corner?" He asked.

The girl's eyes flickered across his features. Like she couldn't actually believe that he was real. She had these real ice blue eyes. They sort of blurred the lines between baby blue and grey. But by no means did that make them any less endearing.

The girl coughed a bit, clearing her throat, and finally dragged her icy gaze up to his dark one.

"Well, uh, I don't know many people here" she explained after a slight pause. Her voice was bouncy, calm and relaxed. He could tell she was a pretty chill type of girl, but could also tell she was a tinsey bit tense, for good reason.

"Ah, well seems as though we are in the same boat there princess" Marshall responded with a slight shrug, his eyes wandering just a second before settling on Floyd. He nodded at him and glanced back at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"See that guy over there? One with the ginger mohawk? Yeah he's the guy I know" he sighed out.

The blonde chuckled lightly, leaning away from the way to see over the masses of heads. And indeed. She did see the ginger mohawk poking out from the crowd.

"Seems like you two are super good friends" she said, looking back at him. His eyes lingered on his friend before shifting back to meet hers.

"Oh we are, I assure you. He's just uhm… occupied" 'With his tongue down some girls throat'. The blonde just chuckled once more in response, her eyes dashing down to her shoes. With the tilt of her head, some loose strand managed to slip past and dangle in front of her face.

"So who invited you here?" he asked, his eyes trying to keep focus on one thing. But that seemed near damn impossible. From her hair, to her eyes, to the way a dimple forms in her cheek when she smiles. It made his body run at ten times it should. But even though his mind was racing, blood pumping. He kept that calm, cool demeanor on.

"Oh, that would be Leo" she replied, lifting her head up as he spoke.

"Ahh, think I know him, bloke with the curly hair? Slightly chubby? Has an obsession with purple?"

Fionna just laughed in response, she managed to brush some hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear to keep out of the way.

"Yeah, him" she admitted. Marshall just let out a slight 'mmm' between his teeth. Then a contrasting silence fell over them both. Fionna couldn't think of anything witty to say, and Marshall had run out of snarky comebacks. They just exchanged glances as the heavy music pounding through their bodies like machine guns. Marshall took a slow swing from his red cup and stared down at the searing liquid.

Awesome. Awkward silence.

"You know I never caught your name" Fionna spoke up, rolling on the balls of her feet. He was the only person she had to talk to at this damn party, so wasn't going to let him go just yet.

Marshall gasped all too dramatically and bowed his head.

"Oh fair maiden please do excuse my rudeness" he said in a snarky tone, briefly glancing up to catch the look on her face. It definitely made it worth it. He extended his hand for hers in a proper fashion, just to add to the tone. The blonde just rolled her eyes and took his hand. He stood up straight again chuckled, shaking her little hand with a couple solid shakes.

"I'm Marshall, Marshall Lee" he introduced, nodding a bit.

"Fionna" she responded.

Their hands lingered, energy connected at this one spot. His cold palms melting away at the heat of hers. Eyes locked together in a way that would take metal cutters to destroy. They felt like their feet were being elevated above the mess and noise around them. The moment seemed to last quite a fair few minutes for them. But in reality, only took around 7 seconds.

Fionna was about to drop her clutch, but the dark haired man pulled her in close to rest his mouth by her ear. Catching her with her guard down for sure.

In a deep, sultry voice that only Marshall Lee Abadeer could manage, he whispered.

"So Fionna." His voice treated her name like royalty, each syllable rolling off of his tongue like syrup.

"Would you like to have some real fun tonight?"

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