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Bonnie didn't have any idea how her friends had managed to drag her to a party of all places. It had happened in a little bit of a blur; her bedroom door had banged open, Lady and Elle had grabbed her by the arms, Phoebe and Fionna had looked her over to double check that they weren't kidnapping her in pyjamas, and then they'd dragged her out of the room and into Fionna's car. Apparently, she'd just learned to drive, so Bonnie wasn't filled with too much confidence, but they got to the party in one piece and met up with Finn and Jake in the very crowded, very noisy living room of some random person's house.

Bonnie already hated it.

She was standing awkwardly around a table, watching Jake and Lady play Finn and Phoebe at beer pong. She had a cup of her own in her hand, but she hadn't touched it; it was something that Elle had given to her, and Bonnie suspected it contained alcohol. She'd never touched it before and didn't intend on doing it in a place like this. She half trusted her current company, but the sheer number of strangers around her made her extremely wary.

No, Bonnie needed to be aware of her surroundings. Drinking wasn't an option.

"Hey, stranger," Marshall squeezed into the little circle of spectators, "haven't seen you since you completely owned my dad."

"That was two weeks ago," Bonnie said. Marshall smelled like beer and cigarette smoke and his smile was hazy, "hardly a long time."

"Still," Marshall shrugged, and then gave her a little bit of choice information. He leaned in closer, probably due to the volume of the music, and said, "Your future girlfriend is here."

Bonnie kept a straight face. "I don't know who you could possibly be referencing."

"Marceline, duh," Marshall said, and Bonnie's stomach fluttered at the mere mention of her name, "She's here."

"Where?" Bonnie asked, already glancing around the room she was in for the familiar wild mane of hair, "I can't see her."

"She's somewhere," Marshall said, shrugging again, "Probably doing shots with Keila."

So... Marceline was drinking. Bonnie wasn't sure what to do with that information. Frankly, she'd never really thought about Marceline drinking or smoking or doing other things she probably shouldn't. Though they were different, they always felt on the same level of maturity when they spent time together.

When Bonnie thought about it, she wasn't sure if Marceline was more mature or less. She drank, apparently. Bonnie didn't know about smoking, but she didn't suspect that Marceline would do that, not when she valued her singing voice so much. There were studies on how smoking could affect the voice, Bonnie was sure of it. And there was that thing that Keila had said about Marceline's relationship with Ash.

"They're basically just using each other for sex."

Bonnie admittedly felt a little bit inadequate as she remembered that. She'd kissed two people – the first time, not at all by choice, and the other time was merely a favour for her best friend, so neither felt like they counted – and she felt wildly inexperienced compared to Marceline. Maybe that was why Marceline more than likely didn't like her back. Bonnie rarely felt immature, but she did when she thought about that.

She sighed. "I'll find her later, maybe. Do you want this?"

She held out the cup that was in her hand – she'd laughed when she'd realised it was a red solo cup and that wasn't just a thing from movies – and Marshall took it with a smile. "Thanks."

She turned her attention back to the beer pong table. Finn was swaying as he stood and when he threw the ball, it bounced off the table and rolled onto the floor. Phoebe laughed at him, "You're so bad at this. Bonnie, wanna be my new partner after this? You could probably science the ball in the cup with your mind."