Chapter 23: That Look

"Bonni do I have to?" Marceline whined as the Princess combed through the masses of hair behind her. The two of them were leaving in twenty minutes and she knew that the vampire could just do whatever it was she usually does with her hair (some kind of hair magic) but then she wouldn't have the enjoyment of feeling the silky locks in her fingers. Marceline, knowing how much Bubblegum envied her hair, allowed this.

This time around, even the feeling of Marceline's hair in her fingers wasn't enough to dissuade her melancholy at what the vampire had said. Here we go…I knew this was coming…But did it honestly have to be twenty minutes before we had to go? Couldn't this have happened when there was plenty of time for convincing and persuading and bribing? Like, I dunno, an hour ago or so? She gulped and blushed, remembering what the two of them had actually been doing an hour ago. It was the very reason the candy princess was coming through tresses of tangles at that very moment. Unaware of the (wonderfully) filthy flashback a (not-so) modest Bubblegum was having behind her, Marceline just continued on. "I mean you know it's going to be awkward and like, super weird. Also I'm most likely just going to embarrass you in some way. I mean, you wouldn't want that now would you? And it isn't like it's a big deal or anything. I mean like, right? So not a big deal…"

Bubblegum sighed, "Marceline now you know I made a promise to Lady–"

"Right!" the vampire cut her off. "You made a promise, not me. I'm free and clear!" She tried to escape from Bubblegum behind her, but a firm hand sat her right back down in her seat before she could even register she was making a break for it.

"Ah-ah-ah, Night-stalker. No escaping this. I promised we'd both go." Bubblegum chided lightly, loving the fact that Marceline's hair was so easy to play with. She wished the rest of her were so easy-going. But at the same time, she didn't. Bubblegum knew full well that trying to change the vampire into a more diplomatic lover was not only well beyond her own capacity, she would never want it. She remembered that experiment (all too) well. Besides, if she changed Marceline, she knew what else would change in private; and she (most definitely) did not want their (rocking, slamming, amazing, mind-blowing) private life to change at all.

Marceline looked in the mirror behind her, eyebrow quirked in skepticism. "So it was…a royal promise?"

Bubblegum floundered at that, caught up in her reverie for a moment and realizing with a heavy gulp that she had been fantasizing and was becoming very warm under her dress. Drat her and being all…clever…and sexy, and funny, and hot, and an animal in the sack (sometimes literally) and beautiful and seductive and–"Uh-well-you see-um…" she sighed, shaking her head again and trying to remain focused on her conversation. What did she ask again? Royal promise, oh yeah! Raising her eye to meet Marceline's in the mirror, she replied in a mumble, "No, it wasn't…"

Marceline jumped up from the chair, ecstatic about (finally) finding a viable escape route. "Perfect! Well, if you don't mind, Bonnibel, I've got things to do, people to kill, you know…vampire junk to get on with! Tell me how it goes!"

Bubblegum gasped in a breath and chased after her, grabbing a hand before Marceline could make it fully out the balcony doors. Time to deploy my secret weapon… The vampire turned to look at her. "Marci…" she said lightly, a tinge of sadness and an extra dose of sugar.

"Oh no Bonnibel. Don't do it. Nuh-uh." Marceline (tried) to command. Bubblegum raised her eyebrows up and opened her eyes big. "Nope, nuh-uh Bonni, no way. Not happening" The vampire said, turning her head to look in the other direction just as Bubblegum pouted out her lower lip ever-so slightly. "Nope. Nope. No, no, no," Marceline said aloud, more to herself than to Bubblegum, and she continued to shake her head, lips pursed in determination.

But Bubblegum had been through this before. She grabbed Marceline's captured hand with both of hers and swayed it lightly to-an-fro. "Marci?" She asked "Please, Marci? For me? Won't you for me?" Bubblegum almost broke the look when she saw the vampire's head seemingly fight with itself to turn but not to turn at the same time, still muttering 'no's repeatedly. "It won't be all bad, sugar! I'll be there…"

Marceline squinted her eyes in a desperate attempt not to give in. She finally faced the candy princess head on, and was hit with the full force of the look. She made a high-pitched humming sound and was shaking her head, trying to keep her mouth pinched shut. However, Bubblegum knew Marceline was at the end of her rope. "Please?" she asked oh-so-quietly, oh-so-sweetly, and oh-so-triumphantly.

"Oh okay fine!" The vampire yelled, giving in to Bubblegum's demands.

The candy princess squealed in delight, bouncing up and down and enveloping the taller girl in a hug. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, Marceline! It really means so much to me! Now come on and sit down again so I can finish your hair." She said, walking back over to the vanity.

"Don't know why you have to you dingle…can control my hair all on my own," The disenfranchised vampire mumbled on her way back to the chair, which she slumped unceremoniously into with a huff.

Bubblegum smiled. I do it because you secretly like it and you know I like it a lot so you let me. She kept those thoughts to herself though, deciding not to push any of Marceline's buttons in case she decided to be a royal butt for the rest of the night if she did. She sighed in happy contentment.

"You know it isn't fair that you do that. It's like, totally cheating, that look…" Marceline complained, as was her habit after Bonnibel used what the vampire deemed 'dirty tactics.'

Bubblegum just giggled and shook her head. "Please, it isn't like you don't have a look of your own…" The vampire snapped up, her posture becoming decidedly more interested. Bubblegum realized her mistake. "Oh–I mean–what?" She coughed into a hand.

"I have a look? Tell me what it is! Tell me, tell me, tell me! It's no fair! You know what you're look is and as equals I deserve to know mine!"

Bubblegum shook her head with a smile, even though Marceline's logic was pretty sound. "Oh no, no, no. No way. Not in another thousand years, missy. I like this look and it would be cruel to use it against me in any way, shape, or form, and you have a lot of those." She giggled at her own joke.

Marceline humphed again and sunk back into the chair even further than before, making it a little difficult for Bubblegum to finish bulling her hair back. "Oh, just like it's not cruel to use your own look against me?"

Bubblegum hummed a little, lost in thought at the mere thought of that look coming from Marceline. "It's different, sugar."

Instead of pushing it further, Marceline began to think aloud to herself. "It couldn't be my smirk, that's my default. And not my scowl, I use that too often, too. My normal smile is not quite so common, but nothing so special. You hate it when I'm skeptical of you, so that's totally out…" she made a noise of frustration. "Won't you just tell me?" She growled.

"No." Bubblegum said simply. "Now hop up, I'm all done with your hair and it's time to go." She said, walking across her room to pick up her purse.

Marceline stood up in an agitated way (if that's possible) and said, "And why again do I have to wear this monkey suit?" she snapped the red suspenders.

"Oh hush up, you're super gorgeous." Bubblegum said, straightening the (also) red bowtie before putting the finishing touch upon the vampire's head. Marceline had not agreed to wear a dress, so the princess had picked out an outfit that she thought would definitely suit Marceline's tastes. Bright red suspenders, shoes, and bowtie coupled with a fitting black button up and pants. The outfit hugged Marceline in all the right ways, and the black fedora with the strip of red silk atop her head gave her an even more prominent air of seduction about her. Seeing Marceline all dressed up was a definite good thing to the princess. It made her breathing pick up and her skin flush, though she hated to admit it. Marceline just looked so…delicious when she had class in her dress.

Besides, she knew for a fact Marceline loved the outfit and was just complaining for the sake of complaining. The vampire sighed in defeat. "So what are we doing again?"

Bubblegum primped one last time in her mirror. "Well…not a lot we can do with you, y'know…sun and all. So a late dinner than a midnight showing." She said, not in a cruel way just in a matter-of-fact way.

The candy princess was about to walk out the door when Marceline's soft voice stopped her. "Bonni…" Marceline began, and the girl in question turned around as the vampire walked towards her. Bluish hands clasped her own, and Marceline looked deep into pink eyes. "You know that…I-I'm sorry that…that we can't do everything other couples can do and" Bubblegum gulped. Oh no. "… and I'm sorry I can't be who every one approves of for you." The candy princess' eyes began to glass over. It's coming… "Just…I just want you to know that…" Marceline glanced down and shuffled a little. That's the sign! Oh she's gonna look up and it'll be–"I'd just do anything for you, Bubblegum." Marceline said, looking up and completely cutting off any train of thought the candy princess was having.

It was the look of love. Sheer and utter adoration flooded out of Marceline and into Bonnibel. The soft smile with the sharp teeth, the shy, yet penetrating eyes the certain kindness yet strength in her voice, the whole shebang made Bubblegum go practically weak at the knees. Everything Marceline felt completely told all through one look. All the words she couldn't say, all the butterflies in her stomach, all the confused surety of love. Bubblegum teared up a bit and let out a happily choked sob. She clasped her arms fiercely around Marceline's neck and mumbled "I love you so much, Marceline." They stood like that a moment before the candy girl pulled away and composed herself. "Now let's go, and if you're good, I'll give you a really nice prize when we're done, okay?" Bubblegum winked, and Marceline's signature smirk returned.

"How about you be my prize, Bubblegum." She whispered into a pink ear, and laughed as Bubblegum froze up in arousal on the spot. She walked past the candy girl and to the door out to the rest of the castle. "C'mon, Bonni…Jake and Lady are waiting. Hopefully this won't be a total disaster."

It was a total disaster.

As the two monarchs entered the restaurant, Bubblegum could tell right away that Marceline was uncomfortable. It was stuffy, high-end and expensive. Not exactly the twenty-four hour hot dog carts (with extra ketchup) that the vampire was used to. Bubblegum walked up to the maître d' and cleared her throat. The man, a stuffy looking cinnamon twist, raised his head. "We have a party waiting?" She asked politely. Marceline shuffled nervously at the man who shot her a judgmental glare.

"Ah yes, the…special table. Right this way." He began leading them into the expanse of the restaurant, which was low lit with paper lanterns and had a definitive Italian vibe. Sets of tables and chairs were haphazardly strewn about the floor in an eclectic non-pattern, and the whole place reeked of class. "Stayed open late for you, your highness. I must say, I do admire your willingness to…dignify your, ah…friend a little. Very noble of you, very indeed." The man said, speaking in a veiled distaste for Marceline, though she was not a foot away from him. The vampire, who had already felt bad at her not being able to go out in the daytime earlier, simply lowered her head and kept her mouth shut in a very non-Marceline fashion.

Bubblegum's jaw clenched. "Yes, well…" she began curtly, "We can't all be dignified, can we? And if I'm not mistaken, you could probably learn a lesson or two from her." They had come to a stop before reaching their table. "What is your name?" she demanded.

"O-Oliver, Majesty. Oliver Twist." Replied the cinnamon man, whose pompous demeanor was being cut down by the second by a defensive and very much in love Bubblegum.

"Well, Mr. Twist, unless you want to spend a week or two in my dungeons, I suggest you remember that you are in the presence of two monarchs, one of whom has more class and status than you will ever even begin to dream of. Not only that, but she could untwist you without batting an eyelash yet she chose to have enough dignity to keep her very respectful mouth shut about your blatant rudeness to royalty. I, however, do not have such class, and I suggest you make yourself very scarce over the next month or two because I may just have you locked up if I ever see your face around town again. Do I make myself clear?"

The man was shaking at his ends. "Yes majesty, deepest apologies, yes. So sorry." He bowed to them over and over again. He scurried much more quickly the rest of the way to the table and gave a low bow. "You're party, Highnesses." And practically vanished for getting out of there so quickly.

Jake and Lady sat at the table and gave broad smiles. "Hey guys, jut give us like, one sec, okay?" Marceline said, and pulled Bubblegum to the side a bit. "You didn't have to do that, Bonni. I mean, I'm sorry I'm embarrassing but you really didn't have to embarrass yourself further for my sake."

Bubblegum was astonished. "Marci..." she began earnestly, "You are not embarrassing. And what's more, that guy was being a real Bleeblob, so he deserved every word. And I very well still might throw him in the dungeons! I mean, who does he think he is? He's just a lumping cinnamon twist working at a prissy restaurant in my kingdom and he thinks he can just insult my girlfriend? No way! I should have him untwisted myself that…that…jackass!" Bubblegum whisper-yelled.

Marceline pulled her in for a hug and breathed, "I love you, Bonni. So, so much." Into the waiting ear. As she pulled away, she said, "Now let's eat!"

They walked back to a waiting Lady and Jake and took their opposite seats, Bubblegum across from Lady and Jake across from Marceline. "Sorry about that, guys." Marceline said kindly, determined for the rest of the evening not to suck.

"Hey Marceline, what had that guy calling you 'your highness' and junk? Never hear that before!" Jake said teasingly.

Marceline laughed and glanced towards Bubblegum, who had turned a deep red in mild fright. She wasn't one to threaten willy-nilly like the vampire, so Marceline spared her. "Oh, nothing…just told him I was hungry is all…" And she hissed her tongue out at Jake who shrunk back into his chair as far as he could.

Princess Bubblegum scowled a little, doing her best to conceal a smile. "You said you'd be on your best behavior, tonight, Marci."

The vampire raised her hands in defense. "What? I totally am! I could have gone invisible and snuck up right behind him and licked his veins…but I didn't!" she said playfully.

"You can do that?" Jake eeped, and Lady Rainicorn nuzzled him a little.

"Marceline, if you would be so kind as to stop playfully frightening my boyfriend I would be most pleased. He cannot get over his fear of vampires if you keep saying you will eat him." She said (in Korean) with a smirk on her face. In all honesty, she though Jake's fear of Marceline unfounded, as anyone could tell she was nothing but a cream puff…especially around Bubblegum.

Marceline laughed. "Of course, Lady. Anything you wish. I will do my very best not to mention how much I enjoy dog blood this evening." And she bellowed a great laugh while Jake whimpered and shrunk a little and the other two women did their best to suppress bouts of laughter themselves. Bubblegum slapped her lightly on the arm. "Anyway, what's to eat here? They never gave us a menu."

"Oh! Well its kind-of a different restaurant, you see." Bubblegum began to explain.

"Oh yeah!" Jake said, cautiously resuming his full size, spurred on by the talk of delicious food to come. "This place has like, the most badical Italian ever!" He fist pumped the air.

Lady smiled at his antics. "Yes. They make a new dish every day and give it to you without you knowing what it is. And no one can tell you because they have a spell on the exit. So it really is a mystery. They give you appetizer, entrée, drink, and dessert."

Marceline nodded, clearly impressed with the tenacity of the concept. "Seems pretty brave, if you ask me. What if someone has allergies or some junk? I mean, they could've had a reservation for glob-knows how long and bam! The one day they serve peanuts…y'know?"

Suddenly, a realization struck Bubblegum. "Oh butts, Marceline! What if nothing is red for you to eat?"

All three of them looked at the vampire, who seemed to have just realized the same thing herself. After a moment's hesitation, she put on a smile and said, "Don't worry, Bubblegum. It'll be okay! I can eat normal food y'know." Bubblegum looked at her in earnest, knowing that she could taste the food, but it wouldn't curb her hunger. Still, she decided to drop it, after Marceline beamed a huge, loving, reassuring smile her way.

Just then, the appetizers appeared. It was a Caesar salad with bleu cheese and parmesan. No red, not even those little cherry tomatoes. This in the long run was maybe a good thing, considering tomatoes gave Marceline weird dreams. The drink was some sort of light berry cocktail mix, and was definitely a deep blue color. Still, Marceline partook whole heartedly, while Bubblegum scowled in concern. Maybe this was a bad idea…

"So, Jake, how's Finn? Haven't seen that little booger in a while. What's he doing?" Marceline asked.

The dog stopped shoving the mysteriously delicious salad in his mouth and decided to (thankfully) chew and swallow before answering. While he was doing that, Lady decided to chime in with a small lesson in table manners. "You know, my love, you should really only take one bite at a time, chew it, swallow it, and move repeat. That is how conversation is held over dinner." She smirked a little as he swallowed.

"Alright, my Lady. Anything for you." He beamed at her. "Anyway, Finn is off with FP I think…not sure. Might be on a late-night adventure, but FP is more likely. They haven't been able to keep away from each other."

Bubblegum looked at him curiously. "Flame Princess? But…doesn't she like…burn him?"

Jake lit up, and it was evident that an adventure had taken place to solve that issue. "Oh man, no! We looked it up in the Enchiridion and found that there was like this, super rad anti-fire gem thingy that you could carry to shield you from all fire creatures. Finn was totally hung up on FP, like, even more than he was on you, Bubblegum, so we go off to find it right? Turns out, it was like, in some sort of lava volcano cave!" Appetizers finished, their plates were taken away as they awaited their main course.

"So we have to practically roast our beans to get to the center of this thing, right? And when we get there, there's this totally massive demon phoenix thing that was all like, 'You shall not take my gem!' or something like that!" Jake, fully engulfed in the story, waved his arms around like the bird and shifted into lava and this that and the next thing as he went on. Bubblegum sat in rapt attention, Lady in soft adoration, and Marceline in disbelieving humor at the things that normal human did with his fragile life.

"So Finn pulls out his flame sword, y'know? And is like 'Crrrrsssh, ka-pow, blam, blam! I'm totally gonna rip your guts out, bird man!' and is swinging his sword this way and that. I can't do much 'cause the bird was on fire and all and I didn't want to get burned so I was cheering him on. Anyway the sword didn't do much good due to the fact that it was fire and the phoenix, whose name was Wright, by the way, was fire. So when the sword got knocked aside, I was all 'bail time, bro!' but Finn wouldn't hear it, right? He was like, 'Nooooo!' and jumped right up there and snatched some flaming bird. He started to cry and the tears put Wright out of capacity and he fell unconscious back into the lava river."

Marceline shook her head, astonished the boy wasn't dead yet. Lady, who apparently had already heard the story, giggled at her boyfriend's enthusiasm, while Bubblegum 'ooo-ed' and 'aaah-ed' and gasped at all the appropriate times. "So he runs up and snags the gem which is like a multi-layered red thing that's like, the essence of fire or some junk and stuffs it in his pocket. When we go back home and he's all healed, he runs off to FP. Never seen him happier than when he came back home that day." Bubblegum clapped at the end of the story as their main course was brought out.

Thankful for Bubblegum's rapture, Marceline sighed a moment at the very not-red, stuffed chicken parmesan. They all began to eat and is pleased the vampire that Bubblegum wasn't getting caught up on the food that would not fill Marceline. Granted it was delicious, very much so, but the gnawing hunger in Marceline's stomach most definitely remained. Conversation lulled over the course as everyone was so involved in the deliciousness of the meal. When they finished, and their plates were taken away, it started up again.

"Aw man…that was like, the best thing I've ever eaten!" Jake exclaimed.

"Most satisfactory. It seems that have left just enough room for dessert. Very impressive, how they do that. Much like an equation of some sort."

Bubblegum smiled at that before turning to Marceline. "What did you think, Marci?" She asked, obviously overjoyed.

The vampire had no choice but to smile a huge smile back. There was something decidedly infectious about Bubblegum's happiness. "It was delicious." She said definitively. Of course, Marceline was secretly praying for chocolate-covered strawberries or cranberry tart or some such for dessert. She felt like she was going to pass out from hunger. Yet, as the final dish arrived, it was plain, simple, vanilla ice cream with hot fudge. She stared at it a moment, fighting the urge to cry or punch something or transform into a wolfy-thing and rip the place apart. It was as if they had designed the meal to specifically not sustain her, and she honestly would not have been surprised if they had. Still, she calmly picked up the spoon and began eating the more than delicious but less than satisfying ice cream.

Jake, upon Lady's demand, had not shoved it all into his mouth at once and was actually eating with a spoon, much to everyone's approval.

"So my lady, any experiments going on? Nothing to alchemic I hope." Lady asked, and they all laughed, knowing Bubblegum's alchemy to cause a certain amount of chaos when used.

Bubblegum had laughed along with them. "Oh no, Lady, no alchemy for me. I...um…I'm actually more interested in how candy people are born right now. A fascinating bit of genetics and mutation but…I just can't help but wonder if candy people can cross-breed. It is decidedly a candy person way of reproducing but it is just so curious…" She mused. Marceline froze at the mention of kids.

Of course, Lady had the sense to leave it, but not Jake. "Thinking of children, Peebles? With Marceline, here?" He smirked, glancing between the two.

The table went silent for a moment. "Excuse me." Marceline said quickly, and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face. Sure she was a thousand years old and sure she was in love and sure she wanted a family but…demons make kids differently and…well she didn't know if she and Bonni could ever actually have a kid together. It wasn't like they had talked about it or anything. And she had brought it up in front of Lady and blabber-mouth Jake. I made her head hurt and her insides churn in a way that was not related to hunger.

Just then, a waitress walked in. She glanced briefly at Marceline and asked, "Enjoying the meal?" Before washing her hands and leaving.

Marceline's suspicions about the excruciatingly not-red meal were confirmed. She hated that she was a vampire. She hated that she was on a lumping double-date with a dog that feared her. She hated that they were in a fancy restaurant where she kept the best manners she could. She hated that is made her uncomfortable. She hated that people just seemed to disapprove of her. And he hated, all the more and all over again, that she was a vampire. For a moment, she wanted to turn full demon form and rip the whole building right from the ground and throw it into the ocean leaving a hole where it should have been. Instead, she sighed in anger and sadness and all the bad feelings in one and just stood in front of the mirror, staring at those two stupid scars that she got over a thousand years ago and wishing she had just let Hunson Abadeer kill her that day during the Mushroom Wars.

The door swung open. "Hey Marci we're gonna see the movie now and–" The vampire hadn't looked up and Bubblegum had taken in her painfully said posture. "What's wrong?" She took a step towards her girlfriend, always cautious around her when she was in emotional distress. Transformations were common and she didn't want to be startled. "Sugar? Marci, what happened?"

Without looking up, Marceline said, "Remember all those years ago when you said you made the cure for Vampirism? Do you still wish sometimes that I'd take it?"

Her voice was broken, small, and so very much not like Marceline that Bubblegum was afraid. "What? Marci, no. No that was stupid of me in the first place. You know how I get with science, I don't think about anything else. It was so lumping horribly stupid of me. No." She said, eyes furrowed with sadness and concern.

"I wish sometimes I would have taken it." Marceline whispered into the small space.

Bubblegum let out a shocked breath. "Wh-what?"

Marceline still hadn't moved "I'd walk on the beach with you and swim and take you to street fairs and to lunches and breakfasts and shopping and picnics and so many things. So many things. And no one would stare or judge or hate me for no reason or think me an animal or specifically design dinners not to sustain me because normal foods would sustain me and we'd be so happy…so, so happy for all those seventy years I'd live. And then I'd die like a normal thing. And…and it would be so wonderful."

Bubblegum didn't have to be able to see Marceline's face to know she was crying. She bridged the gap between them and held the vampire as close as she could while tears stained her dress. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry for what I am…" Marceline mumbled over and over through tears.

"No, sugar…sweetness…honey…I'm sorry for those stupid people. And we have the beach and the ocean and all those things that are even more beautiful at night with a million million stars to join us. And even more wonderful because I'm with you exactly as you are and no one else is around to see the wonder that is night time. You are all the things I love Marci, and I am so, so happy with you. I can't imagine being more happy than I am with you. And I'll try even harder to make sure that every day you are the happiest being on the planet, just the way you are. I love you. I love you so much. So much I can't even begin to say, and the word 'love' doesn't even begin to describe it." During Bubblegum's speech, Marceline's tears had slowed and at the end she hiccoughed away her last sob.

The look of love now coupled with slight sadness made Bubblegum give a small hopeful smile. That look could bring her to her knees any day. "You always know just what to say. I love you Bonni. More than never ending life." And Marceline was so confident and so sure and so true in her words that Bubblegum hiccoughed her own couple of sobs before giving her a happy, overjoyed, loving, sad, everything kiss. It started slow and loving, but a small fire burned underneath and soon tongues were dueling and gasps of air were being exchanged while hands explored in desperation for any skin or curve, Jake and Lady all but forgotten until the latter walked into the bathroom.

They broke apart suddenly at the intrusion, minds reeling and fuzzy and gasps of air being gulped in by Bubble. Lady just stared. The candy princess darted her eyes over to Marceline and said, "I think we'll be skipping the movie, Lady. We had a wonderful time."

Lady smirked, and said, "I'm sure you will soon," Before leaving the two. But Bubblegum didn't have ears to be embarrassed because Marceline was giving her that look that screamed 'you are going to be pleasured until you don't know what's up and what's down' and that, coupled with the outfit, was enough to rob the princess of all coherent though.

Marceline walked up to her and whispered seductively, "Well, you're pink, I'm hungry, and the night doesn't have to be a complete disaster, does it, Bubblegum?"

And it definitely (orgasmically, rockingly, amazingly, mind-blowingly, gaspingly, pantingly wonderfully, fulfillingly, satisfyingly beyond measure) wasn't, even if it started out that way.

A/N

Good. Glob. Extra long chapter F.T.W. So...this actually encompasses a couple suggestions. AlexandraAuditore wanted the double date, and Slayer wanted Finn to have a new love interest (and since I'm only writing from PB or Marci's perspective, this worked out well.) Yeah it was a little sad, but it had it's moments! Bonus points to those of you who caught the puns. I think there were four or five. TeeHee

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