Sorry this is belated. Better late than never? c':

It was an alright sort of party, if he spun around in circles till he felt ill. Perhaps the vertigo would help, but he doubted it. Flame Princess stood beside him on the dance floor, short hair flaring. Her dress this evening was made of foil, something she and PB had come up with. They'd even made a pair of foil gloves that made using her hands much more practical. She swung her arms aimlessly and watched Lady shooting rainbows off the disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Manfried didn't seem overly perturbed by the disco ball, but he still glared at it occasionally, as if resenting that he couldn't reflect light.

"She looks bored," Finn said, watching PB. She was seated further across the room with her back to the windows. LSP was nearby, they'd been talking, but apparently LSP's friend Melissa had pretty important news and now Bubblegum was by herself, staring into nothing.

Flame Princess tilted her head, and followed his gaze. "You think so?" she asked him softly. Her tone carried something extra, another question perhaps, but Finn didn't pick up on it.

"Yeah," he replied. "I mean, why is she by herself? This is a party, she should be enjoying it."

"Mmhmm," Flame Princess said distractedly. "Maybe she's just tired. You said she doesn't sleep well anymore."

Finn brightened. "Yeah, she probably just needs to dance. I'll go ask her." Flame Princess raised an eyebrow, but Finn was already weaving through the crowd.

"He's so dense," she murmured.

He didn't make it halfway over to her before something dark slipped through the window next to him. Finn stepped back quickly as Marceline appeared, casting anxious looks across the room. His eyes widened when he realised she'd actually dressed up to come and was wearing a black dress and stockings. Her hair was even pulled back and she'd switched her usual red boots for a pair of knee high black ones.

"Marceline!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

Her red eyes fixed on him and she drifted closer. "Keep it down would you?" she said tersely. "I was invited. What are you doing here?"

He frowned. "But I thought you and PB didn't get on…" he grumbled.

She tsked and dropped down a little lower. "Well… yeah I guess. But I was invited. Where is she?"

Finn pointed in Bubblegum's direction. "I was just going to ask if she wanted to dance. She looks bored."

Marceline lifted an eyebrow and smiled cheekily. "Didn't you come with Flame Princess?" she asked, the smile sounding in her voice.

"Yeah she's over there," he replied, waving an arm in her general direction. "So?"

"So?" she asked, her smile broadening, showing her fangs. "You don't come to a party with your girlfriend then go ask another woman to dance, Finn. That's pretty basic stuff. She probably feels rotten now, you dinkus."

Finn hunched his shoulders. "But… I was just worried about PB. I didn't mean anything…"

Marceline chuckled. "Yeah ok, whatever you say. You go back to Flame Princess, dork. I'll take care of Bubblegum."

He pouted, but turned and slouched off to Flame Princess.

Marceline cast another glance around the room, but Bubblegum was still staring off into space. Slowly, she glided closer and swept around behind her. Bubblegum looked totally out of it, normally she'd hear the little rustling sound Marceline made as she flew, but tonight; nothing.

"Not dancing at your own party, Bonnie?" she asked softly, appearing at her friend's shoulder.

Bubblegum sat up straight, green eyes locking onto Marceline in surprise. "Marceline! I didn't think you were coming!" she said almost an octave higher than usual. So pretty high.

"And why is everyone so surprised to see me? I did get an invitation," she said, smiling.

"This… just isn't the sort of event people expect you to attend, Marceline," said Bubblegum, sighing. "I know I didn't think you'd show."

"Well I promised I'd come so I did. Now, why aren't you dancing?" Marceline pressed. "This is your party; you should have invited someone to dance with." Bubblegum pursed her lips and looked away. Marceline sighed and put out a hand, heels clicking on the tiled floor as she dropped out of the air. "Will you dance with me then, Bonnibel?"