So, hey guys! Now, this chapter was rather enjoyable to write. The fic will probably start to get dark from here on out, just warning ya. Thanks so much for the reviews! Also, Lilduders, I appreciate your compliments so much! You've made me more confident in my dialogue ;_; really, thank you.

Bubblegum waited outside her house for Flame. She had finished significantly earlier than Flame; she had just pulled her hair up and threw on a tight dark pink V-neck that showed a little too much and a pair of jeans. She felt a sort of anxiety nesting in her stomach; the thought of watching Marceline sing in front a crowd was a little too much.

And then there's the after party…

She still hadn't come to a conclusion on that. Flame had already informed her that she wouldn't be able to stay for it and that did not help Bubblegum come to a decision. Had she been in the right state of mind, she'd decline the offer in a second. If it was what she was expecting it would be, there would be drugs and alcohol and sex and other dangerous activities that an honors student like Bubblegum should avoid. Yet, despite it all, she was not able to listen to her logic. It was as if a foreign force was guiding her; pushing her in a direction that her mind clearly did not want to go in but one that her body couldn't refuse.

Just as Bubblegum started to go inside to check on her, Flame walked out of the house. She wore a short black skirt, a pair of heels, and a tube top. She looked as if she was going out to a club and Bubblegum stood in stunned silence for a moment. She had never seen Flame dress like this before; it was as if she was looking at a brand new person. Flame had done her hair in such a way that waves decorated the red tresses and when the sun hit her hair it reflected back like fire. She looked positively radiant and Bubblegum felt both inadequate and little annoyed.

Glob what does she think we're doing…

She refused to let herself think that she was simply worried that she would be jealous if Flame's outfit attracted Marceline's attention. After all, that was a completely incredulous idea because why would it matter if Marceline paid Flame more attention; Marceline was living with her.

Bubblegum shook her head of the poisonous thoughts and gave Flame a bright smile.

"You ready?"

"You bet! Let's do this PB!" The enthusiasm in her voice melted all of Bubblegum's worries away and she smiled genuinely at her friend before they started on their way.

(^0^)

It had long since turned dark by the time the girls got the Night-O-Sphere. They had decided to get there early in an effort to both get a seat and to speak to Marceline. After waiting in a moderately long line, they finally got to the entrance, where they were stopped by a man who asked to see their tickets.

"We um…know-"

"We were invited to attend by Marceline; you can confirm this with her. Let her know Bonnibel Bubblegum is here."

The man stared at her in silence for a second; surprised at her forwardness and deciding whether or not to actually go confirm what she said.

"Sir, we do not have much time." Bubblegum threw him a glare and he immediately walked inside.

"Dude, PB, why are you so good at that? Maybe you really are a princess in an alternate universe or something…" Flame's voice was full of admiration.

Bubblegum giggled at Flame's theory and smiled. "Maybe you're right Flame. But honestly it's just how I was taught. Peppermint raised me well." She had a great deal of respect for her caretaker.

"Well whatever, I wish I could speak like you do-" Flame was cut off a second time by the sight of the man and Marceline coming from inside.

"Hey Bonnie! S'up Flame? Sorry about that, come on in." Marceline turned to walk in and the two girls followed suit.

Bubblegum and Flame followed Marceline to the back of the building, where the other members of the band were getting ready for the performance. There was a woman and two men. The woman had astonishingly strange hair: it was set high stop her head and was shaped sort of like a beehive. She was shorter and somewhat stockier than Marceline, but was pretty nonetheless. She had a blue and white arch top guitar slung over her shoulder. Seated at the drum set was a large man with a head full of dark hair and a very unique beard. At the keyboard was a tall, lanky man with a head of brown hair and a scruffy bit of hair on his chin. He was moderately attractive by any female's standards and Bubblegum assumed he had quite a following among the band's fans.

"Bongo, Guy, Keila, this is Bonnibel and her friend!" Marceline called to her companions as the group approached.

All three members stopped practicing and waved at the trio.

"Yo! Marceline's told us all about ya. You're one badass chick thinking you can handle this wild creature." The female, presumably Keila, spoke first and winked at Bubblegum.

Bubblegum wasn't quite sure how to respond and felt blood run to her cheeks.

Why the heck am I blushing…?

"What?! I'm not so bad, tell them Bonnie!" Marceline retorted in mock defense.

Both girls smiled and pretty soon the whole gang was laughing. Introductions were made and soon it was only half an hour to the start of the concert. Bubblegum and Flame left to find a decent spot to watch. Thankfully, Marceline in all her kindness, had reserved two sections in front of the stage and Flame was over flowing with delight. There were people everywhere; the Night-O-Sphere wasn't equipped to handle this many people and the scent of sweat was strong. The place was hot and people were pressed together like sardines. Bubblegum felt somewhat overwhelmed by the entire ordeal.

Wow…they're really well known…

People were conversing, all expressing their excitement and Flame was soon conversing with a group of people who were all just as visibly eager as she was. Bubblegum was still nervous; she had never been to a place like this. The lights were starting to dim and the noise of the people along with them. Soon it was complete darkness; hardly anyone dared to breathe. Suddenly, the sound of drum beats echoed throughout the room and spotlights hit the stage. The crowd erupted into cheers and Marceline began singing. There was no introduction, not yet anyway, just raw music. Bubblegum, despite being surrounded by probably more than a hundred other individuals, could only hear and see Marceline. The energy now was much different than it had been in her room. It was vibrant and electric, Marceline's lyrics were angry and her voice matched the emotion. Her expressions were honest and she walked back and forth across the stage, her long black locks moving as violent as the song sounded. After a few minutes, the song ended and Marceline stood still, staring out at the crowd. She had a thin sheen of sweat across her face and was breathing rather roughly.

"S'up guys? Thanks so much for coming to see us tonight! We'll get right to the music, but first I'd like to give a special thanks to a certain girl."

Bubblegum felt her heart begin to race much faster than it had been listening to the song.

No no no no no don't do it Marceline no no no nononononono

"Thanks so much Bonnie! I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't offered for me to stay at your place!" Marceline pointed at her and the crowd roared.

Bubblegum wished she could cower in a corner and hide from society. She wasn't sure if she should be angry at Marceline or grateful; she was too busy being embarrassed.

(^0^)

The rest of the concert went without a hitch. The Scream Queens' music was intoxicating and Bubblegum quickly got over her initial embarrassment. Their playlist consisted of slow songs, fast songs, angry songs, depressed songs, really everything under the sun. What all the songs had in common was the band that played them. Marceline's vocals and bass, Keila's guitar, Guy's keyboard, and Bongo's drums somehow made the perfect combination. Marceline was a natural on stage; she moved fluidly and had a powerful stage presence. Bubblegum was equally drawn in by her and had felt her heart speed up every time she and Marceline had made eye contact. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening to her, but she didn't have much time to think. Flame screamed next to her and the fans around her were like the static on a radio. Finally, Marceline, quite out of breath, addressed their fans.

"Thanks for coming guys! Keep an eye out for our next concert!" The crowd roared and The Scream Queens beamed at them.

Bubblegum and Flame waited for the crowd to dissipate before heading backstage once more. They met up with the crew and congratulated them on a fantastic performance. Flame, still as excited as ever, could hardly make herself leave. Eventually though, she and Bubblegum exchanged their goodbyes and Flame left.

"So, Princess, you ready for tonight?" Marceline smirked and her voice carried an air of challenge.

Do I…I…

"Of course. Where are we going?" Bubblegum could not back down and finally gave in despite all better judgment.

"We're heading to their place." She pointed to Keila, Bongo, and Guy. "They all live in the same place, which was why I couldn't stay there. Keila's driving, you and I will sit in the back with Guy. Bongo will ride passenger." She was now addressing the whole band and they all nodded.

"Sure." Bubblegum couldn't think of how to respond, instead she waited for the band to pack up.

(^0^)

The ride to Keila's place was much calmer and quieter than Bubblegum had anticipated. Keila, Guy, and Bongo took turns asking Bubblegum questions and Marceline simply leaned back against the seat with her eyes closed.

Keila, Guy, and Bongo lived on the 4th floor of an apartment complex that wasn't quite as dilapidated as Marceline's previous one, but was nothing that screamed "money." The apartment was rather large with two queen sized beds, a small bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small TV. A miniature fridge was underneath the TV and Keila walked over to it. Bubblegum's jaw almost went slack when she saw what Keila was pulling out.

I knew this I expected this so why…?

Bottle after bottle of alcohol was pulled from the fridge. Smirnoff, Grey Goose, Jose Cuervo, Captain Morgan, and Bicardi were only a few of the hard liquors. There was somehow still room in the fridge and out came four cases of beer, two Heineken and two Flying Dog.

Bubblegum had never seen this much alcohol in her life. It was as if she had been thrown into an entirely different world.

All I have to do is say no that's it I can do it I mean this stuff can kill me…

She was afraid. She was afraid of what she would do. She used to always trust her decision making, but recently she couldn't trust it. She couldn't trust herself. Guy walked over to one of the kitchen cabinets and grabbed five shot glasses. He pulled a bottle opener from the silverware drawer and joined Keila at the round table where she had set the alcohol.

There was a conversation going on, but Bubblegum didn't think she could take part. She still hadn't quite come to grips with what she had gotten herself into. Marceline must've noticed; she put an arm around Bubblegum's shoulder and whispered in her ear.

"Your first time with alcohol huh? It's okay, we'll take care of you. I promise."

Through all the fear and anxiety, Bubblegum felt comfort in Marceline's words and calmed down. She wasn't sure if Marceline would be able to keep her promise once the drinking got underway, but Bubblegum still relaxed considerably.

"Hey Marceline! Why don't you have the first shot of the night? Whaddya want?" Keila looked at her expectantly.

"Hmm…let's do the Bacardi." Keila poured it handed the glass to Marceline. She took it and wiped her mouth, beaming at her companions. "Let's get this party started!"

Keila asked Bubblegum what she would like. Bubblegum, at a complete loss, asked for a Heineken, hoping it would do less damage than the hard liquors. In good nature, everyone else grabbed a beer and they all held their bottles up.

"Cheers!" Marceline shouted.

"Cheers!" The others replied in unison.

Bubblegum almost spit it out the second it hit her. It wasn't like anything she had ever tasted and she wondered why anyone would even consider drinking it. But, in an effort to not completely embarrass herself, she drank the bottle at almost the same pace as everybody else. When she had finished, Marceline handed her a shot glass and encouraged her to take her pick.

Well there goes my plan…

She couldn't even say no. She couldn't tell Marceline no. She cursed herself and pointed to the Bacardi. She wanted what Marceline had had earlier.

"The uh…Bacardi please." Her voice was somewhat shaky.

"No problem Bonnie. Here." Marceline offered her a comforting smile and handed her the glass. She leaned in to whisper to her and Bubblegum flushed slightly when Marceline's breath hit her ear. "Now Bonnie, this stuff is much harder to take than that beer and I saw you grimace a bit with that. Brace yourself and try not to let it get up your nose."

Bubblegum laughed a little bit and nodded. She held the formidable liquor up to her lips and almost recoiled from the scent alone. Bracing herself, she closed her eyes and swallowed the drink all at once.

Holy shit…

The vulgar word invaded her mind as the drink slid down her throat. It was as if had swallowed liquid fire; she could feel it along the walls of her stomach until it settled. It felt as if an electric blanket had been spread out across her stomach. She gasped and Marceline looked at her.

"Good job Bonnie. Now, here, have another now that you know what it's all about." Bubblegum grabbed the bottle and poured herself another shot.

Limits Bonnibel remember that you've never done this before please please please

(^0^)

Forty minutes, two beers, and five shots later, Bubblegum had completely forgotten her earlier apprehension. Her mind was swimming and walking had become somewhat of a challenge. Guy and Bongo had passed out on one of the beds and Keila sat sipping from her beer on the other. Marceline sat in a chair at the table next to Bubblegum. She was a wild and somewhat unpredictable drunk. She grabbed Bubblegum's wrist and stood, dragging Bubblegum up from her seat. The pink haired female struggled to keep her balance before Marceline dragged her back down, onto her lap. She instinctively wrapped her legs around the older woman and crossed her arms behind her neck. She didn't quite understand why, but she hadn't been able to understand a lot within the last twenty or so minutes. Marceline smirked and Bubblegum's body flushed hot with something all but entirely foreign. Her smirk was all knowing and far too attractive and Bubblegum closed her eyes as Marceline's lips met her throat. Keila cocked an eyebrow at the two and decided to turn her back to their antics. She stripped to her underwear and tucked herself in.

"Hey…Princess…" Marceline mumbled against Bubblegum's throat.

A small moan escaped Bubblegum's throat, a moan laced with lust and thick with the influence of alcohol.

"Yes…Marceline?" She sounded too far gone, her words were heavily slurred.

"Hey Princess, I'm going to touch you okay?" Marceline put her hands on Bubblegum's waist, slipping them under her top.

Bubblegum didn't respond because she didn't need to. Marceline didn't even need to warn her or ask her because she didn't have the power to stop her. She was hot in way she hadn't been hot before and Marceline's hands on her bare skin sent more waves coursing through her body. Marceline tongue and teeth nipped along her neck before dragging along her collar bone.

Bubblegum's body worked instinctively and she moved her hips against Marceline. The latter moaned headily against Bubblegum's skin, her breath hot.

"You know Bonnie, this shirt, it wasn't fair wearing this. It was too revealing and too tight you seductive…" Marceline spoke into the hollow of Bubblegum's throat.

"I didn't…it wasn't I didn't…" She couldn't get what she wanted to say out.

The room reeked of alcohol and sweat and now a more mysterious scent was mixed in and Bubblegum's mind was a murky mess. All she could feel, hear, and see was Marceline. Marceline's experienced hands caressed her waist, each calloused finger igniting trails of fire along Bubblegum's sides. Marceline's mouth explored lower along the collar of the shirt. She reached the swell of Bubblegum's breasts and a much louder, much more sensual moan escaped Bubblegum's throat. She wound her fingers into Marceline's hair and moved her hips faster. Marceline's hands slid up her rib cage and along her bra.

Their breathing was now rapid and shallow and Bubblegum could feel something strange. She started feeling nauseous. The nausea hit her hard and all at once and she leapt from Marceline's lap with as much dexterity as she could muster, stumbling to the small bathroom.

"Bonnie! Are you okay?!" Marceline called concernedly from the chair; she sounded much clearer than she had earlier, as if her brain had been startled into coherency.

Bubblegum hurled into the toilet and caught sight of Marceline coming up to her before her world went black.