Eat Your Heart Out

Oh, I see. I guess that makes sense…

It is good to be home though. So - how are you...?

Oh? What happened?

I saw a lot beautiful places and met new people. It was an adventure and stressful in a way.

You mean fun? Or… “fun”?

I mean both, I think.

Isabella smirked slightly sitting down on the seat next to Marceline. “I don’t bail. I turn up, then bail.” She grunted taking a long sip of her drunk after the bartender set it down on the bar. “Whatever. This is fine.” She shrugged taking another long sip, she had going to need more of this to enjoy the night, that was for sure. It was that Marceline wasn’t a nice girl, or even that she wasn’t attractive because she was both. Isabella had never liked clubs, not with others at least. She hated the idea of a ‘girls night out,’ even mocked the idea but she did like dancing.

Marceline glared at the brunette "You better not bail." She put on her best pout face and then it fell away to a smile. The blonde cocked her head at the girl's tone and word choice, but the bad girl 'I don't give a fuck' attitude was sort of a turn on "Well, what do you normally drink then?" Isabella didn't seem like she was excited or even anticipating a good time, but she tried not to let that bum her out or detract from her own good time. Marcy was just happy she was out dancing and didn't have to sit at the bar alone while she was bombarded with men trying to sleep with her. She figured it would be nice to get out of that routine.

Isabella closed the lid of her laptop and laid back on the her bed with a long sigh. Why had she agreed to this? It didn’t matter how much Isabella pushed, Marceline pushed back. She would just go to the club, dance, drink and come home. Of course that was the plan but that didn’t mean that’s what was going to happen. She hadn’t actually gone out with anyone in a long time and maybe she was due for some good luck. She brunette bit her lip sitting up and sitting at her reflection in the mirror. There wasn’t a clear reason by Isabella had shut herself down this way but somewhere along the road she had become a living zombie. 

Marceline watched the brunette as she crossed the dance floor, eyes traveling up her frame. A small smile played on her lips as she took a sip of her drink and sat up a little straighter, turning her body toward Isabella as she sat down next to her. Leaning forward she pressed a gentle kiss to the girl's cheek, Marcy's sultry nature flowing out of her whether she wanted it to or not "Hi, glad to see you came. I was worried for a minute you were going to bail." 

Yeah, just let me run home and quick a change. 

Okay well now is your chance to prove it. 

Well, are you ready now?

I don’t have to hide from stars. And I tend to keep my head down on the supernatural front.

I understand that.

Good. 

[She bit into her bottom lip and shrugged] I can be a lot more fun than I seem.