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Bonnibel Bubblegum squinted as a ray of morning sunshine poked between the curtains. She shielded her eyes with one hand, her head pounding.
“Ugh, dehydration.” Bonnie muttered, her mouth dry, with a lingering aftertaste of cheap wine. Slowly, she began to push herself up with one arm, but felt an arm around her waist try to tug her back.
“Five more minutes,” the girl groaned, as Bonnie pulled herself away.
“Aren’t you… nocturnal or something?” Bonnie asked, turning back to see Marceline rubbing her temples and lying blearily on one side. She was wearing an oversized v-neck that put most of her chest on display.
“Usually,” the vampire yawned, “But I seem to remember that you kept us both up.”
Bonnie let out a noise of distaste and Marceline laughed groggily.
“Well it was you who brought all the wine!” Bubblegum sputtered, gesturing to the bottles and discarded clothes on the floor.
“And whose idea was it to play strip poker?” Marcy smirked, floating up out of bed and drifting across the room to Bonnie, who was brushing her tangled hair. Marcy wrapped her arms around Bonnie’s neck, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. A sigh escaped Bonnie’s lips as Marcy whispered into her ear.
“Five more minutes,” she pleaded.