Sitting still under the harsh spotlight eye of Cake for five days was starting to eat away at Fionna. Every time she went off by herself, Cake would hound on her like an angry mother on their grounded child. Her freedom was at bunk, garbage levels, and she couldn't take it anymore, nearly ripping out one of the ears on her hood on the fourth day. But tonight was the night, the night she'd take the biggest risk and bet everything on how fast she could run.

Plopped in front of her dresser she had been staring in the mirror for hours, readying herself mentally and of course with the proper attire for the occasion. The festival was going to be full of colorful characters and if she just went as is, the entire crowd would flock to her and give her presence away. She wanted to sneak up on the vampire; we would never see her coming.

Over the years Cake and Fionna had ventured they had scavenged loads upon loads of clothing, just different articles that either Fionna figured was worth collecting, or Cake wanted to use as substitute pillows for their beds. After fishing in her drawers and closets for nearly an hour, Fionna finally found her outfit. A blazing red-orange blouse replaced her all-to-known sky-blue t-shirt, accompanied by a mini-skirt painted in the color of night. The blackness stretched down across her thighs in the form of leggings, cutting off right at the ankle. The only thing that remained from her "adventuring" outfit were her single-strapped black shoes, keeping them in order to make sure that she could keep a good pace when he sprinted from the house.

Cake was currently asleep, but Fionna couldn't just rely on that to give her time. Throughout the day she had given off the impression of anger and resentment, falsely letting Cake assume that she wanted to be alone and simmer in her ire. This way, even if the cat awakens, she would know to avoid the blonde's potential wrath...hopefully.

Fionna wrapped her lavish hair into a tame spiraling ponytail, laid it over her shoulder, and as a final detail to her outfit/disguise, clasped on a small black and red-jeweled hair-clip onto the side of her head. Spreading her skirt outwards she let out a long deep sigh, a twinge of resistance still needling into her despite her absolute choice to go to him. There was no turning back now.

Rolling up against the forest of un-tented girders that was the fair under construction, the Scream King band van halted right one of the many back entrances for employed personnel. The front and back doors mechanically unlatched themselves, with band equipment tumbling out from the back and band members from the front. The harsh, booming sound of crashing instruments forced Marshall across the length of the bus, followed by a loud groan upon seeing the mess.

"Awhhh, JAME! I told you to latch all of the stuff to the wall straps! Wy'd you pile it all in?!" Jame throw his hands into the air, nearly reaching the same height as his venom-green mohawk.

"Hey you were the one who was rushing everybody to get here!" Marshall just shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Before he could retort a group of burley black-shirted employees, led by Lumpy Space Prince, pounced in and fished out the equipment to assemble it on stage. The bumped royalty floated over to the vampire's side, his eyes narrowed from being in his "planning zone" for the past few hours.

"Okay Marshall, here's how its gonna go you and your group are gonna go on around seven o' clock, two hours from now kay? We're gonna have the guys set up the-" All of LSP's words blurred together in Marshall's head, just garbled ramblings that bounced in between his limbs flailing in all direction. The vampire sighed and raised a hand, halting the prince.

"LSP, don't worry about it. We've played this thing before, we know the drill. Just let the guys get the gear set up and we'll take care of rest." The prince paused for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, suddenly whipping back and beginning his chatter once more, this time to the workers moving Marshall and the band's equipment. As the royal flushed out of view, the vampire shook his head. He then turned to his posse.

"Alright guys, we have till 7 to pig out on the festivities. Go wild." He announced, letting his hand wave out towards the festival entrance. In seconds Grissom and Jame pounced through the stripped curtain, no doubt to the food court to gorge on Tree Trunks' mountain of deep-fried apple crumbles. At the same time, the vampire found his arm latched in with Ashley's.

"So where are we going, Marsh?" Marshall let loose an internal groan.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm gonna help LSP and the rest of the crew set up. Plus its too early and the things I like to do haven't been set up yet." Ashley's brow furrowed.

"C'mon Marshall, I want us to have some alone time. I need a boost of confidence for the concert you know." The vampire's inner self was bashing his head against the wall, its distain slowly managing to spill out onto his actual face. Ashley saw this and dropped his arm in a second, letting her hands bar onto her hips in offense.

"You know this keeping me in suspense is starting to get old. If not at your house and not here, where and when will it be fine to fu-"

"Ash, we're here for a gig, not to show off our butts and backs to the crowd!" Ash lowered away from the vampire, surprised by his sudden outburst. Marshall sighed as he messaged his temple, trying to mold the stress away. "Look, if you really wanna know what's up, I'm going through something a bit personal. It's with a fr...friend of mine and it's just been messing with my head. With the concert on top of that it's just getting to be a bit too much so I would appreciate it if we just chilled for a little bit, until I figure out what's supposed to be done about the problem."

Ashley was silent, a blank look stamped on her face like she had no idea how to react. In reality though, she did. The white-haired girl shrugged her shoulders "understandingly". "Okay, fine. I'll just go and see what's out there in the fair. See you at seven." With that the girl slink through the tent entrance, leaving a surprised Marshall to scratch the top of his head. That was unexpectedly simple, he thought, but of course it really was much deeper.

Ashley may appear a lustful harpy-like bimbo, but she was smart enough to know when she had competition. Wondering if this "friend" would appear at the concert tonight, she thought of what she could do to keep Marshall teetering towards her goods. The process would have been a heck of a lot easier if she actually knew who this girl was. She could read them in an instant and find exactly which buttons to push.

"I've already got enough work with this concert, now I have to weed out a relationship rat..."