A/N: It's been a while. This was meant to be posted a while ago, sorry about that! Got slumped writing the ending, rewatched the good place on netflix because season three came out, forgot about this. Whoops.

Marceline glared at herself through the mirror. The light pink polo shirt felt itchy against her neck and the colour in general just looked off in contrast to her pale skin. Yes, Bonnibel looked way cuter in the Candy Kingdom uniform.

"Oh, stop scowling at yourself," Bonnibel was behind her now, frowning at how the uniform, too big on Marceline's skinny form, hung off her body. "C'mere, I'll do up your buttons."

The other woman gave her no time to protest as she put her hands on her shoulders to spin her around. Marceline found herself staring at the wall behind Bonnibel, a little too content with the heat that gathered in her cheeks.

When she felt hands slip under her belt, however, she let out a squawk of protest. "Hey-!"

"Stop your yelling Marceline, I'm only tucking your shirt in." There was a playful smirk on Bonnibel's face, and Marceline put too much thought in her friends wording. Only.

She levelled a glare at Bonnibel through the mirror. "I'm not a child, I'm capable of dressing myself, thank you." There was a moment of silence as Bonnibel continued to fret over the smallest of details, smoothing out Marceline's collar and twisting her mouth when she looked to the mane of hair on her head.

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Bonnibel breathed out after a second. "The other employees are being trained because of the new store being built in the next town over. I suspect they'll be looking to steal some of my workers and have me send them over next month."

"It's cool, I get to hang out with you and Keila has been persistent to come and see me dressed like this ever since I told her." She took one last glance at herself in the mirror, deciding that the pale khaki trousers and her converse were an odd fashion statement, before she found herself being ushered into the store by the younger woman.

"You'll be working the cash register," Bonnibel began, smile faltering when she noticed a decorative piece of gingerbread was askew. "Not too difficult, should be easy for you, don't mess it up or else I'll fire you."

"Harsh, Bonnibel," Marceline peered at the cash register before her, twisting her mouth in thought as she tried to remember what her old summer jobs were like when she was in college. "I know how to do this, don't worry."

Bonnibel's eyes narrowed in suspicion, but then the front door opened and in came their first few customers of the day.

Keila had waltzed in around midday, made a beeline to the buns and cakes section, and remained in that corner while Marceline busied herself with a few customers and their brownies. Every now and then she'd glance up to see Bonnie, smiling fondly in her direction or giving her a little thumbs up. Yes, Bonnibel made working in a store that sold tooth rotting sweeties worth it.

"You look utterly adorable, Marshmallow." Keila chirped, still empty handed. Marceline glowered. "Anyway, how much is the giant cake over there?"

"You're not buying that and if you do I'll make you eat it like the scene out of Matilda."

Keila swallowed. "Different question, how much are the pastries?"

"Keila, you can read. I've seen you do it before." Marceline muttered dryly. "Go over there and have a look instead of-," Marceline cut herself off when she felt a hand on the small of her back, and suddenly the same warmth from before was back in her cheeks.

"Stop sassing the customers, yeah?" Bonnibel hummed around a smile after having suddenly appeared next to her. "Pastries are between a dollar and four dollars, depending on what you get. There's a two for one deal going on this week also."

"See? Not hard to be nice, Marshmallow." Keila stuck her tongue out, turned on her heel, and wandered over to the pastries.

Another customer came over to pay for a bag of the new flavoured popcorn and Marceline was just all too aware of the hand that was still at her back. Bonnibel hummed when the customer thanked them and left the store.

"You're doing surprisingly well for someone who hates sugar."

"I could never hate you," Marceline joked. "And I've worked behind a counter before; some of my first jobs were similar to this."

Bonnibel just gave her a sweet little smile and snaked her arm around her waist. "I'm glad you've got experience, makes things easier." And then she was gone, leaving Marceline to realise that yes, Keila was correct in her unbridled assumptions. Bonnibel Sugar was flirting with her.

And she was enjoying it.

"I'm surprised you stayed to help close up," Bonnibel called over her shoulder from somewhere in the store. Marceline just continued shuffling out of her borrowed clothes and back into her more comfy jeans.

"I'm not just going to let you stay here on your own. Plus, who else is going to offer me a ride home afterwards?" Marceline cracked an awkward smile when Bonnibel peeked around the door to glare at her. "Joking, but I wouldn't be against the idea of not having to spend money on a bus."

Bonnibel's face softened. "I can drive you home. But I'd much rather take you back to my place and woo you with my excellent tea making skills and record collection again."

"You don't have to woo me, Bonnibel," Marceline said truthfully, putting the uniform in her bag and shouldering it. "Tea does sound really nice though."

"It's settled then. We're going back to my place so I can woo you."

"Seriously, there's no wooing necessary."

Bonnibel scowled playfully. "Nonsense, you're getting wooed."

"Alright, yeah, cool. Woo me, Sugar." Marceline sighed out, a little tired after working. She found herself being tugged at the wrist out of the store and all the way into Bonnibel's car. "But… really, you've already wooed me enough don't you think?"

Bonnibel rolled her eyes and started the engine, glancing at Marceline with a little smile. "Perhaps. However, I do believe you're worthy of being wooed more than I already have and plus, that was all talk." And she even had the audacity to wink. Marceline would have to tell Keila about that because holy shit did her stomach whirl. "Abadeer, what kind of movies do you like?"

"Horror, sci-fi… mostly the alien franchise I'm not gonna lie."

"Perfect. You don't have anything to do tomorrow do you?"

"I don't think so?" Marceline mumbled, rolling her eyes up in thought. "I think my dad said something about being out the house by ten. Why?"

"Well, there's no need to worry about being out by a certain time when you're not in the house to start off with. Sleep at mine tonight?" That was the most forward Bonnibel had ever been.

But, hey, she'd watched the Alien movies way too many times to be considered healthy, so she wasn't particularly fussed when Bonnibel proposed they do something else to pass the time.