A/N: Totally not planned. Thank jhaygo for this chapter. Anyway, there will be one more chapter after this, hopefully a longer one. :)
Okay, so Marceline was learning things about herself. Things like how she was incredibly impatient when it came to being left alone and that she hated how flirting came so easily to her brother and not to her.
"How about you buy me a drink and I'll uh...return the favour in some other way?" The poor boy in front of Marshall began to stutter, his ears burning the same red as his face was.
"I-I uh..my...I'm.." The rest of the sentence was mostly choked gasps and Marceline found herself drowning them out because the pink haired girl was back and she was making her way over to them and Marceline wasn't panicking at all. Nope.
"Marceline?" Cue more floundering from the tall girl and a snort from Marshall.
"You're actually talking to me?"
"What, do you not usually get this much attention?" Bonnibel said with a sly grin.
"N-Not really." Marceline stuttered out. How the hell does flirting work and since when did it ever happen to her? "I usually just stay clear of people." Then, realizing how much of an ass hole she must have sounded like, "Not you though, you're pretty."
"Good going Marce," Her brother whispered, elbowing her in the ribs. "Real smooth."
"Shut up Marshall."
"How about we go the movies?" It was actually happening. Marceline was actually going to go on a date with an unbelievably cute girl.
"Definitely."