Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Affogato

Marshall grinned as Fionna walked into the store. "Hey, Fi."
She grinned back. "Hey, Marshall."
Penelope chose this moment to walk in, effectively cutting Fionna off. "Excellent. Abadeer, you're on the till today."
"What, why?" Marshall demanded.

"Because if your behavior here is any indication, your skills lie in charming young women." Penelope replied.
"I can't cook..." Fionna pointed out. "I mean, not baked stuff."
"Just for the morning rush." Penelope said dismissively. "Oh, and... you left something in your work space last night... don't do it again."

They both looked at her, confused, as she turned on her heel and walked away.
"So... that was weird." Fionna noted.
"Yup." Marshall agreed. "What'd you leave here, the gold of Cortez?"
"Nah, if I was that rich, I wouldn't leave it here, I'd help people. Besides, I thought she was talking to you."

Marshall's eyes softened as he looked at her, ignoring the last part. "Yeah. Yeah. You're a good person, you know that?"
She smiled at him. "Thanks, Marshall!"
"You can't really trust anyone these days, but... hell, if I can't trust you, who can I trust...?"
"Marshall? You're kind of freaking me out. Of course you can trust me." She smiled, taking his hand in hers.

He smiled. "Yeah, I guess I can. Anyway, you better go before the Boss Lady pops up again and impales you with her sharp purple fingernails."

Fionna shot him a smile, before disappearing into the backroom. Someone had apparently already prepped a tray, all she needed to do was slide it into the oven. She picked it up, and something plastic clattered to the floor. She slid the tray into the oven, then examined the plastic thing. It was a keycard... and judging by the coffee shop, it meant something more heinous was going on.

Fionna examined the room, and ended up finding a keycard slot, and an id card for the same company... for Marshall. Her blood began to run cold as she examined the card. It was amazingly official, with its glossy cover and the cocky picture of Marshall smirking in the center of the card. This could only mean that Marshall was working with Penelope, which meant that everything he'd said was a lie.

And that her cover was blown.

Fionna's eyes widened at the sudden realization, and she moved backwards, pocketing the cards, already planning her moves. Being alone with Marshall clearly wasn't an option anymore, and she'd have to be ready for him to start swinging at her at any minute.
Judging by his upper arm strength, he preferred some kind of weapon that he could swing down... an axe, maybe. But she'd have to be on guard anyway.

"Hey, Fi." Marshall grinned at her as she returned a little while later. "Hey, I've got a question for you. Do you have another job, or something? Because I'm low on rent-money and no one can live off of the... three or so hours that we work everyday."
"Nah." Fionna shook her head. "I'm... staying with a friend. You?"
"Like I said, I'm low on cash." He shrugged, before averting his eyes. "Besides, I'm kind of... a trust fund kid if I'm desperate."

"Never would have guessed." Fionna noted, taking her place at the counter next to him.

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Marshall, for his part, had been left to drum his fingers aimlessly on the counter top while thinking about the possibility of writing a song for Fionna... that was cheesy though, wasn't it? She didn't even know about his job-that-kept-him-in-a-comfortable-income-bracket. Wait, could he use the James Bond angle...? Nah, Bond was kind of a loose canon.

He paced along a little, before his fingertips hit plastic instead of marble. Hidden under a napkin dispenser was a keycard. He frowned at it, before checking around some more. He found nothing, but then he eyed the cash register. Penelope and Fionna were the only ones who ever touched it, and if this was a Penelope kind of thing, (it was almost definitely a Penelope kind of thing) that might be where she'd put it. Fionna, being a citizen, probably wouldn't even notice.

He opened it, and searched around a bit. Finally, underneath several one dollar bills, Marshall removed the false bottom to find... an identification card. He grinned, but it faded when he held it up to the light. Instead of Penelope smirking back at him, it was Fionna. He felt sick to his stomach. Fionna was working for Penelope all along. Well, okay, they'd both been working for Penelope, but he sure as hell wasn't given an identification card for a coffee shop.

So she was evil, and he'd have to take her down. Maybe he could get her to betray Penelope though... right? It was his area of expertise, after all. But Fionna wasn't a spy. She wasn't trying to simultaneously bring him to her side. This was a completely different situation than what he'd trained for. He heard Fionna come in, and pasted a grin on his face. "H-Hey, Fi." He cleared his throat, hoping she didn't notice the stutter. He was about 60% sure she could kill him, after all.

Most women announced their intentions to do so from the get-go. Why couldn't she have?
"Hey... I've got a question for you. Do you have another job, or something?" He probed.
At her quizzical look, he quickly added, "Because I'm low on rent money and no one can live off of the... three hours or so we work everyday."
Was it his imagination, or did she narrow her eyes at him slightly before shaking her head? "Nah. "I'm staying with a friend. You?"

"Like I said, I'm low on cash." Marshall shrugged nervously, while simultaneously congratulating himself for what he felt was a wonderful alibi for the amount of time he had to make it up. Then he looked away, a bitter taste in his mouth. "Besides, I'm kind of... a trust fund kid. If I get desperate enough."
He didn't like acknowledging his mother. Not like he'd ever take money from her anyway.
"I never would have guessed." Fionna agreed, joining him at the counter. She was almost close enough for him to smell her shampoo, which on second thought was kind of a creepy thing to think. Marshall moved slightly away from her, before their first customer came in.