A/N – Robbin' da Hood is the only thing that I actually like nowadays. I'm sure Robbin' da Hood isn't as funny to anyone else but me. How awkward. Have you ever just had one of those days? Well, here we go. Enjoy, my wonderful kittens.

High speed chase.

Wiping of thee sweaty eyebrow.

Torn beautiful dress.

Millions upon billions of scary guards chasing after two outlaws with every fiber of their being.

Just kidding, got you again! Sometimes, it's fun to get a little imaginative around this lifeless place. Like, come on. High speed chase? Who are we kidding? Those guards need some serious workout techniques before they're going to be running after fit little old me, Marian thought. Wiping of the sweaty brow? Now, reallllllllllllllly, ladies of her stature don't get sweaty. We ladies are always fresh and flower-smelly. Okay. Not really. We are known to get a little stinky up in huuuuuur, but she can't be telling just anyone that. So, keep it a secret, please? The torn beautiful dress was a lie. Seriously, how would it get torn? All her and Allan have been doing before ten minutes ago is pacing around in Dark Corridor numbero three. But in the last ten minutes, the wine search has been ON. It was all Allan's idea, really. Truly. No lie. Why would sweet me want wine? STOP LOOKIN' AT ME LIKE THAT INNER SELF.

"…"

Marian looked up and caught the gaze of mister blue-eyes, who was stopped in the middle of his "let's get some wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!" search to gaze at her creepily. Why was Allan always giving her that rolling-of-the-eyes gaze? Unless…oh…had she screamed that STOP LOOKIN' AT ME LIKE THAT INNER SELF aloud?

Awkward.

Anyways with Allan now back to his search…

Last and least, 'Millions upon billions of scary guards chasing after two outlaws with every fiber of their being.' Let's get real. Scary associated with guards. Not heard of. Two outlaws? No, just Allan. I'M A LADY, Marian thought beginning to laugh in a mocking way at the thought of herself being anything else. Ah, funny stuff.

"Not being funny but…" Allan began, glancing at her in a worried way.

"Not being funny buuuuuuuuut," Marian quoted in a deep voice.

"Oi! Could you stop being so bloody crazy so I can find the alcohol?"

Humph. Well, she for one could say without any embarrassment that she damn well missed when Allan A Dale was charming and cheeky not so rude and wine obsessive. Men. And she thought Allan was different! Marian made a small dramatic sounding sigh aloud. Nope, no sweets. Allan didn't even glance in her direction. She tried the crazed laughing like she had done before.

…

Ah, no sweets. Again. And she really wanted some, too…welp, guess you gots to have your heart in it!

"Found the wine, found the wine!"

Oh dear, here we go.

. . .

"You say you want a revolution. Well you know, we'd all want to change the world."

Allan had a lovely singing when he was drunk, Marian thought, giggling crazily as he did a little shake. Or so he wished. Looked more like a twitch from her side of the barrel. Ah, well.

"MORE FOR MAZ!" She screamed as her cup came to its' end.

And he poured more of the tasty shiz in her cup.

MWHAHAHAAHA, you can't allllllllways get what you wannnttttt! WELL, you can't but I can! Marian giggled crazily…again.

Allan wasn't too bad, not bad at all. He slumped next to her with wine dripped onto his shirt, and her giggling like a mad woman. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

"SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!" Allan did using wine some small glasses he had oh-so randomly found. Oh, he's soooo resourceful.

Allan started booty-bumping her, and she twirled around every time he knocked her off balance.

And that's how Much found them when he walked in several seconds later, with Will and Robin beside him. The latter looking not too happy.